Enough In The Heart
Return to the Mansion.

Not waiting for a long time in the hospital, Icha has been allowed to go home by the doctor because his physical condition has improved. Digestion that had been disrupted has improved, while anemia can be controlled by maintaining food and drink and routine taking blood added medication.

"It's all done, madam.it's time to go home." Wulan who was busy taking care of Icha's luggage shook her hand sign he had finished cleaning up the job.

"Come, madam. Gotta sit in a wheelchair, let me push." Arin seduces Icha.

"Kc... What the hell are you two!?" Decak Icha is upset. "I'm healed, I can walk on my own. Why use a wheelchair?!" His omelette is upset with the behavior of his two friends.

"Can't protest!" Sergah Wulan glared at Icha. "The fate of both of us is in the hands of your husband. You want me fired by that handsome CEO?" Chirps Wulan joking.

"Hey... That handsome CEO is my husband, yes!" Sewot Icha also glared at the eyes. They laugh together.

"Yes, tauuuuu.. who has a cute husband, tajir again." Wulan Temptation. "But you still have to sit in a wheelchair." Firmly Wulan took a chair from Arin's hand and brought it closer to Icha who was still sitting on the bed.

"Eiiiits..don't protest!" Sergey Arin when he saw Icha's mouth almost protested. "Do you know how scary your husband gave us orders this afternoon before going to the company?" Beber Arin spirit. "I trust Icha to you. Remember, I don't want my wife to be tired. He has to sit in a wheelchair and you push him. The driver will pick you up. I will try to finish my work quickly. Otherwise, you two take my wife to the mansion!" Arin demonstrates Marco's style of giving commands with a voice made as bass as possible. Icha and Wulan who could no longer help but laugh, finally broke open.

"Udah, ah. My stomach hurts." Icha holds her stomach because of the cramping.

"Eh. uh. uh. uh. don't tell me your digestion is crumbling again. Can hang me." Tukas Arin fretted.

"hahahaha. My stomach hurts from laughing." Icha Refutation.

"Udah, yuk... Do you want to stay here? Take the afternoon." Timpal Wulan's. "Come, get down.. Sit here!" Wulan oada Icha's. Icha immediately nodded her face.

"I walk, yaaaaa. please." Pinta Icha while clenching her hands together.

"Ck. This is not the season of corona, do not need that namaste greeting." Chirps Arin makes Wulan ngakak. Icha is increasingly singing lips. Finally, inevitably he sits in a wheelchair like a person who is very sick.

"Please, madam..." Said Arin when they arrived at the parking lot and was awaited by the driver of the mansion who was ready to open the door for their young mistress.

Icha is annoyed at Arin who has called her 'mistress', as well as Wulan. Today they both so compactly tease Icha.

The car they were riding mixed with other vehicles splitting the traffic jam of Jakarta city streets. Wulan and Arin continue to be engrossed in telling stories while entertaining their friends who are still in recovery. Wulan who is very familiar with the character of Icha deliberately did not ask about the incident that Icha experienced until entering the hospital. He also warned Arin not to mention it, because Wulan did not want to make Icha remember something sad.

45 Minutes of cars that they ride through the city of Jakarta, finally arrived at the luxury mansion owned by GT Corp owners. As always, grandfather would always be the first to greet him.

"Assalamualaikum, cake..." Icha respectfully kisses grandfather's hand followed by Wulan and Arin.

Grandpa immediately hugged his favorite grandson-in-law. He smiled happily to see Icha's condition had improved.

"Alhamdulillah, you are well." Praise Grandpa to God. He rubbed my dear shoulder Icha.

Icha is embarrassed. He feels guilty. Because of his stupidity, he made many people difficult.

"Sorry, cake..." Slowly flowed.

"Eh already... already... it is not your fault. The important thing now is that you are healthy and have returned to this house again." Agile grandpa excited. He doesn't want to make Icha sad anymore. "Come, comein!" Bring grandpa. "This... who?" Grandpa just realized that Icha is not alone. There were two beautiful girls behind him.

"Greetings, sir. I'm Wulan." He looked respectfully and introduced himself.

"I'm Arin, sir." Followed by Arin.

"They're my best friends, cake." Icha continued to explain.

"Oooh." Grandfather nodded in understanding. "Well, you guys keep Marissa in the room, yeah." Pinta grandpa. "Grandfather was surprised by your husband. His wife was sick instead of being with him and was busy doing her job." Omel grandfather while walking into the living room.

"No papa, cake... It's important, so Marco can't leave his job." Icha is slow.

"How important is the job to you, his own wife?" Grandpa's upset.

"I'm healed, cake. As long as I was sick, Marco never left me. In fact, he left his job." Icha embraces grandfather's arm to appease the old man.

"Ck.. You just keep fighting that bad boy." Grandpa sewot made Icha, Wulan and Arin laugh.

"Maclum, cake." Chirps Arin whispered a little.

"Babies?" Grandfather repeated the word by frowning.

"Slave of love, cake..." Wulan and Arin compactly replied with a flirtatious glance towards Icha. Grandfather laughed in response to the babbling of these young people.

"There are you guys." Timpal grandpa.

They are happy to tell stories in the family room. Arin and Wulan were really amazed at this old businessman. His humility was very counter to the big name he had. In fact, during the conversation Arin and Wulan felt like they were talking to an ordinary person.

Different from the eyes that are lurking from far away. The wrinkled face with thin makeup was staring with fury.

"Fuck girl... Why do I have to show up again in this house? I wish he had died yesterday." It's in the heart. Yeah, who else if not Sania, Icha's mother-in-law.

Sania knows the problem between Marco and Icha from Valencia. Sania wishes, Icha disappeared forever. Moreover, Marco and grandfather seemed to have given up on not being able to find his whereabouts back then.

Wulan and Arin take Icha to the room. They helped to clean up the clothes brought from the hospital. Arin prepares warm water for Icha bath and Wulan prepares her clothes instead.

"I feel like I have two ladies." Temptation of Icha on them.

"Yes, madam..servant willingly called the ladies-in-waiting and served the mistress for the life of the servant." Said Arin with a style like a dayang-dayang. They laughed out loud.

Three lovebirds continued to joke until surprised by the appearance of Marco behind the door. Wulan and Arin were silent. They were terrified because they had gone into Marco's private room.

But, something's weird. Marco smiled sweetly and walked over to Icha. Cuddling his beloved wife, peeping forehead, cheeks and last lips. Icha blushed in shame. Marco doesn't care if Wulan and Arin see his behavior.

"The laugh was very happy. What's the story anyway?" Marco asked curiously. Icha pointed towards the two girls who were speechless pecking. Marco looked. Marco approached them.

"Thank you. for accompanying Marissa. It made her laugh and happy." Marco's soft voice and smile made Arin and Wulan gawk.

It turns out his voice can be this soft. Wulan murmured in the heart. Different from Arin. It was not Marco's voice that stunned him, but that handsome face. Aaaa... 😍😍😍

"Hey..." Icha patted Wulan's shoulder. The girl was shocked. Her face flushed with embarrassment to be found fascinated with people's husbands. Arin also flinched.

"What's wrong?" Tanya Icha held back a laugh. The faces of the salting two of them looked very funny. "My husband's handsome, huh?" Icha between Wulan and Arin. Both of them glared at Icha.

"haha..." Break the laughter of Icha which makes Wulan and Arin more misbehavior.

"Sir, we'll excuse you to go home first." Arin pulled Wulan's hand out of the room.

"Awhile..." Hold Marco. Wulan and Arin spontaneously stopped their steps. "At the end of the dinner. You wait a minute downstairs. We're having dinner together." Marco said in a tone like not asking but commandment that requires no rebuttal. Automatically, Wulan and Arin nodded their heads and immediately came out.

Marco hugged Icha again as the door closed. The pecking of Icha's neck made the girl squirm amusedly.

"Write first. I prepared the warm water, yes. So that your body is fresh." Marco did not answer. He just looked at the gentle woman with a loving look and smiled happily. Icha kissed her husband's lips before turning to the bathroom.

While under...

The bewildered Wulan and Arin have no idea what to do about taking the initiative to the kitchen to prepare the Guatalla family dinner. Be now they help Bi Hartini and other art in the kitchen.

"Who are you?" A sinister voice sounded as they were joking around while cooking. Everyone in the kitchen looked at the sound.

"hmmm. sorry, lady. We're Icha's best friends. Ka-mi was told to have dinner with Mr. Marco." Reply Arin stuttered. The other artists remained busy with their respective tasks.

"Don't spoil the food with your village's hands." Cynic sarcasm. Wulan gasped at those words. If only this woman was not Icha's father-in-law, Wulan would have replied to her rude remarks. He just stared dislikefully at Sania.

"What's? Why are you staring at me like that? Nantang, you?" Benang Sania did not accept being stared at dislike by strangers, he said. His eyes were fiercely staring at Wulan. The sweet girl from the Sundanese tribe was not daunted. He looked back into Sania's eyes but with a calm look. The kitchen is hot. All are silent down.

"What's this?" The sound of bass is heard adding to the atmosphere more sinister.

"Rulan, Arin... " Icha approached her two best friends. He already knew the character of the in-laws, so he could guess what had happened. He winked at Wulan calming the girl. Wulan smiled casually.

"What's up, mom?" Ask Marco again.

"Who told them to go into the kitchen?" Sania asked still in a cynical tone. His hands were folded to his chest arrogantly.

Marco frowned strangely hearing mommy's words.

"Is something wrong?" Ask Marco flat.

"What the hell are you? If all foreigners enter this house, what will this house be?" Sewot. Marco was astonished.

"Can mommy not make a big deal out of this trifle?" Marco asked flat and coldly.

"You're saying this is a trivial matter?" Sergey Sania ketus. "It's the villagers coming into the kitchen, you say trivial things?" Scratch again. "Marcos... Marco.. ever since you married this village woman, your mind has been following the village." Tukas Sania was full of pressure.

All that heard was only gawking and widening their eyes. Wulan smiled cynically. He folded his hands on his chest and looked at Sania sharply. Icha just shook her head. Arin was even confused not to believe Icha had in-laws who were so rude and narrow-minded.

"Sania... Sanias..." Grandpa's voice shocked everyone. "I think you've changed, it's still the same as you were." Grandpa is serious. "You completely forgot the land. You forgot where you came from." Hardcore grandpa sharp.

"Dad... "

"I hope you can remember your past and make it a lesson in your life." Grandfather did not let Sania defend herself.

Sania fell silent. Wulan smiled happily. Marco looked at his mother. He was sad to see the attitude and character of his biological mother who was far from his expectations.

Icha realizes Marco's mood is not good anymore. He hugged Marco giving strength. Sure enough! Marco hugged the wife's body tightly, letting out all the feelings of his heart.

"I'm sorry... " Bright Marco in Icha's ear.

"I Love you..." Icha's reply made Marco smile happily.