
I always miss Angga day and night, trying to reach him but his phone never connected. It made me very upset and irritated, and he should have called me and told me. If he doesn't want to ask me, at least he's asking the children.
I weep every time I pray to the Khalik, always I pray for salvation and protection. I tried to contact his coworkers, but unfortunately, Angga's friend is no longer working on one project.
Eating bad, taking a wet shower. My thoughts were only on Angga, I missed him, his voice, and his voice every time we made a video call.
I work tirelessly, even though Angga always sends money every month, but I just want to be independent. I don't even remember what date my husband sent me the money.
After all the orders I have made, I want to deliver them to the customers. All I put in a special basket, I just climbed on the butut motor belonging to Angga mas, I feel pain in my stomach.
I grimaced in pain, got off the bike immediately and sat on the porch seat.
"Oh my God, it hurts a lot." I was in a lot of pain, holding my stomach with both hands. My lips couldn't speak, I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I was resigned to what happened to me, but at first glance I saw the image of the King and Queen crying making my heart languish. "Don't take the life of a servant .. I don't have the heart to leave children." I said in my heart.
"Eh, why are you still here? Work there, make money, don't depend on my son."
I turned my head slowly, my face was thin and never smiling at me made me smile bitterly. She is insensitive in the least, does mother hate me and consider me her enemy? I can only surrender and surrender, accept every test given because I am sure, every difficulty must have a way.
"My stomach hurts Mom."
"All right, just a regular stomachache, it's gone too."
"I'm not kidding, Mom."
"Do you think I am too?" answered the mother who refused the waist, about to pass away went into the house.
I stood in a luxurious and grand building like a palace, amazed to see the architecture of the building before me.
I smiled as I was allowed inside, delivering five brownies. Just now I entered, I was suguhi scenery that the atmosphere was less wearing. Yes, seeing a middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful at her age, let me in and she looked at me from the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot. In the face of it that made me correct my very simple appearance, I did not expect that my order was ordered by rich people.
"Where's my order?" asked the beautiful woman who was reading the magazine without turning her head, and it scared me of her sharp gaze.
"It's Madam." I handed the same order from the beautiful woman, after she paid I was about to leave but was confronted by it.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to deliver another order."
"Sit for a while. Are you Lisa's sister-in-law?"
"Yes, does my lady know me?"
"No. But I've noticed you, you're still the same as before."
"I'm sorry?" I didn't understand the meaning of his words because I didn't know the middle-aged woman.
"I'm Rusli's first wife. I know the faces of the family of Lisa the actor who had taken my husband, I deliberately ordered your actual cake made bait.