Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 148

The night when Nila was fast asleep, Fatan suddenly woke up because he remembered his phone that had not been charged since yesterday afternoon. Fatan very slowly got out of bed and looked for the existence of a mobile phone charger around the nightstand located beside Nila's bed.

All the drawers had been checked by him, but the item he was looking for was not there. Until Fatan found a bag belonging to Nila who was in a drawer without a door in the nightstand.

"Oh it might be in my wife's bag" she said in her heart.

Fatan unzipped the bag. But instead of getting the item he was looking for, he actually found a rectangular box in white. Fatan knew what the box contained, because in front of him there was a very familiar picture, a cellphone.

"Whose phone is this?" Fatan took it out of the bag. "Still new, but who's it? Do you have Nila? But when did he buy it?" The man tried to convince him himself. Actually he was eager to ask directly, but seeing that Nila was already very sound, he did not have the heart to wake her up.

Finally Fatan put the box on the table, then continued looking for a mobile phone charger. Shortly after, he found it and immediately connected the device to his cell phone, then immediately went to sleep.

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In the morning, Fatan woke up first and went to the toilet to take a shower. Nila wakes up 5 minutes after Fatan enters the bathroom.

Nila sat on the bed, rubbing her face repeatedly to regain consciousness. Then when he accidentally stretched his waist muscles, his gaze caught an object on the nightstand.

"My phone?" Nila grabbed her phone while thinking. "Feelings yesterday when I came to love me, I went straight into the bag. How are they on the table? As I recall, don't put it here." He got out of bed carefully, then took his bag out of the drawer and put it back in.

Shortly thereafter, Fatan came out of the toilet wearing only a plain t-shirt and knee-length shorts. He saw the wife walking towards the baby box where their child was.

"Darling, are you awake?" Fatan walked over to Nila.

"Yes, Mum."

Suddenly Fatan remembered the thing he had found last night. His eyes went straight to the nightstand. "Honey, the stuff I put on the table was ... You see no?"

Deg. Nila looked for a while. He also immediately choked. "What is it, Mom?" tanyanya nervous.

Fatan raised one eye eyebrow. "You don't know or pretend you don't know, honey?" The man's face looked smirked. While Nila was almost out of breath because she found it very difficult to answer that question.

"Inget loh, I don't like being lied to. So, if I get angry because you're hiding something, you're gonna have to try to get me good again" Fatan said.

Heard her husband say that. His nervousness instantly disappeared and then turned to annoyance because he thought Fatan did not look from himself.

"Is that so? Do you think I'm like that, Mas?" This time Nila showed her grin. Wanting to be angry means nothing. Because it's too early to vent anger.

"As far as you are," replied Nila then approached her newly awakened little daughter. He also chose to take care of the baby, in order to reduce the anger in his heart.

"Darling ... " Fatan approached Nila and hugged her affectionately from behind. "I'm sorry, I offended you. I really don't mean anything."

The breath that had been restrained, finally exhaled also by Nila. Then he turned his body. Now the two stand facing each other. "I'm sorry, too, Mom." Her face lowered for a moment then looked at her husband back. "Honestly, since yesterday my sense of trust in you began to diminish. And ...."

"Yes, I get it." Fatan immediately cut off Nila's speech. "Once again I'm sorry. You are like this because of me. So I have to accept the consequences." His eyes are getting sad.

Nila was filled with the gaze of her husband. "Actually, have you been letting go of your past all this time, Mas?" She guessed an honesty from the look in the eyes that her husband gave her. In his heart hoped that there would be an answer that could make him much calmer. Not full of such a thing.

"I have long since escaped the shadow of the past. Since then I have been able to open my heart and it turns out that the person is you. Yesterday I showed you. I understand being in your position right now is not easy. Besides, actually, all this time I also did not know that Ocha often sent emails. His cell phone number doesn't know, and at the hotel it's just a coincidence. I don't make any deal at all, same Ocha." Fatan revealed honestly with what had happened actually.

Then Nila just bristled, lowering her gaze. "I have to believe it or not. Yesterday's pain is still burning. But ... It's my ego that can't see from your side. This is the feeling I don't like the most. Dear God, give me back my joy again for being with him" he said in his heart. Her tears flowed profusely and involuntarily her shoulders trembled.

"Dear." Fatan lifted Nila's chin slowly, as if forcing the woman to look up and look back at him. "I hope you don't doubt me. This can teach me a lesson in the future to become a better person. I am not ashamed or ashamed to have a wife like you. I am proud because you are the best part of me. Stay with me, for my choice is to marry only to be with your loved ones, you and our children."

The atmosphere that felt like riding a 'roller coaster' really made Nila flat but purposeful. Although anger, sadness, and happiness are sometimes present at the same time, still the main goal must be to stay ahead.

"Yes, Mum." Nila was even more moved after hearing the words from her husband.

Fatan immediately carried her into a hug. Very warm and Nila could be more satisfied crying until the clothes that had just been replaced by Fatan became wet because of tears.

"I don't know what to say anymore" said Nila amid her cries. Luckily there were only three of them in the room.

"Haha .... " Fatan even laughed while stroking Nila's hair slowly. "Oh sad. Ah, I feel even more guilty for making you cry" continued the man.

A moment later, Nila's room door heard someone knocking. Both were silent. "Who is it?" muttered Nila slowly but still heard by her husband. He let go of his embrace and quickly wiped his tears.

"Let me see ya." Fatan walked towards the door and opened it. The man immediately rounded his eyes perfectly when he saw someone standing at the door.

"Who, Mas?" tanya Nila then approached her husband. Same with himself, surprised not playing.

"Good morning!"