Enough In The Heart
Hartini Recognition.

Icha stroked her flat stomach. Yeah, obviously. She was 1 month pregnant. A smile continued to linger on his lips. Although she had to undergo trials in the household, but she was happy with her pregnancy. No one knows about the fetus that already lives in his stomach, except for grandfather, Berry and Wulan. The father of the baby is still engrossed in regrets and dilemmas to choose his wife or biological mother.

Icha grateful, aunt Santini always meets all the nutritional needs of the baby. Luckily again, Icha also does not experience morning sickness as commonly experienced by pregnant women in general. However, he was saddened to hear of Marco having couvade syndrome every morning. Even hearing Grandfather's story, he could not touch the rice and the house food at all.

"Do you know papa, son?" He invites to talk about the fetus in his womb. "Papa's can't eat. You're gonna be sick, son." Every day Icha gets a call from grandpa. Many stories he heard from the old man, about Marco or Sania, his mother-in-law. Not to forget, he always tells back to the fetus in the womb. He told me a lot about Marco, his father. He wanted the child in the womb to know his father, because until the age of 1 month, Marco had never touched his stomach.

"Hi, mummy." Wulan the friend appeared with a tray in hand. "Nih.. it's time to drink the milk of pregnant women, so that I pony up pas lahiran." Kelakar Wulan's.

Another thing that makes Icha should be a lot of grateful is that he is surrounded by good and dear people to him, one of which is Wulandarie Rahayu, the only friend from the white age of ash.

"Thanks yes, aunty beautiful..." Say Icha with a sweet smile. He took a little chocolate milk. "Olderly Raymond didn't come.. didn't you?" Tanya Icha teases Wulan. The girl glared at the irritated eyes. "hahahaha? I miss my husband too." Her connection is mocked Wulan.

"Ck. No need to digress," Seloroh Wulan deliberately upset, even though his heart was embarrassed not playing. Icha laughed at Wulan who was timid but actually wanted to.

"So Raymond called, right? What's the story anyway?" Ask Icha curious.

"Repo..." Wulan Cibir. "Eh, but it's Mr. Marco. He cravings, cha. He said every morning Ray had to prepare breakfast at the office. Mr. Marco can't touch the house food. And you know what breakfast is?" Wulan's story is excited.

"What's? Grandpa never told me about his breakfast at the office." Icha kepo as well.

"Kayang not if your husband is breakfast porridge of Ijo beans and rujak mango acid." Icha gawking in disbelief.

"Huh??? Any time?" Ask Icha in shock. He was not sure what Wulan was saying. Rujak the young mango???

"Seriously.if you don't believe it, Ray's calling tonight, you can go straight to the guy." Wulan convinced Icha. "While according to Ray, Mr. Marco aka your favorite husband is the least fond of ijo bean porridge. Especially the young mango. Weird, right?" Wulan chirps wonder.

Icha smiled imagining her husband eating young mangoes.

"Ihhh... Why smile for yourself anyway?" Wulan was surprised to see Icha's behavior.

"It's funny that my cool and fierce husband asked for forgiveness to eat young mangoes." They laughed together.

Wulan is very grateful to have a friend like Icha who has a spacious and spacious heart. He could easily forgive anyone who had hurt him. The proof, she can laugh and there is absolutely no anger over her husband's behavior.

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"Rosaa... Where is Hartini?" Rossa who was busy watering the flower garden in the back was startled by the sound of bass Marco. He is still fully equipped to use an office suit.

"Oh.. sir, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here, sir." Rossa said wrong.

"Where is Hartini? Get him into my study now!" Marco immediately turned around and stepped inside the mansion. He went into the room, cleaned himself, changed his clothes and went outside to the study where he told Hartini to meet him. However, because he felt thirsty and the water in the glass in the room had run out, Marco intended to go to the kitchen first to drink.

However, his steps came to a halt when he heard a whisper behind the lowest staircase. Stepping silently, Marco climbed down the stairs while looking down.

"Well, madam, I-I won't tell you about yesterday's events." Marco drew his ear closer to the sound. "I beg you not to disturb my family, madam." Hartini started sobbing in fear.

However, Marco held his breath when he heard the interlocutor's voice.

Mommy. He murmured in his heart.

"Fastly remove your tears." Snapped Sania with a stifled voice. "Remember, if Marco knew about the slap and the incident in the kitchen a few days ago, you'd be the one I'd finish." Sania's threat made Hartini even more frightened. He nods quickly and convinces Sania that he will keep the secret.

Marco closed his eyes in anger. He remained silent and kept his head down until Sania and Hartini left.

Actually, Marco did not really understand the purpose of the slap and the incident that afternoon in the kitchen. However, the shadow about the possibility of his mommy lying has begun to feel.

I have to find out all the truth. Mumbled sure.

He went down the stairs and headed to the kitchen, took a bottle of mineral water and went back up the stairs to the workspace next to his private room. He did not pay any more attention to some art that was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Seeing Marco has stepped into the workspace, Hartini immediately followed with a feeling of uncertainty. Rossa and the other art corroborate their co-workers. In his heart, he continued to call God's Asma so that he would be strong in dealing with all problems. Marco never once called him face to face in the study. However, this time he was suddenly told to face the workspace, which meant that there was something important that Marco wanted to ask.

"Lake in." Marco's orders when he heard the sound of the door being knocked.

With a slight tremble, Hartini opened the door and went inside. He was getting nervous to see Marco standing in front of a window looking at the dark night outside.

"Close the door." Marco's orders without looking. He kept looking ahead. "Lock the door." His orders again after the sound of the door closing.

Hartini is turning pale. Before Marco turned to face him, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. He tried to make himself as calm as possible. The shadow of his family in the village makes him have to be strong and determined to have to lie if indeed Marco asked about the fateful incident in the kitchen that afternoon.

Hartini was terrified. Sania's menacing face and Marco's ferocious face were milling around in his brain. Going forward has to retreat.

"Sa-sa-I don't understand what you mean." A frightened voice sounded from Hartini's mouth.

"Don't understand?" Lecar Marco. "You sure?" Marco kept pushing him. He walked closer to Hartini. The negative aura is becoming more pronounced. "good. I'll ask you a question and I hope you'll answer honestly." Marco said slowly. "Would you have been in the kitchen when the fight between Marissa and Mommy happened?" Ask Marco. Hartini swallowed his saliva.

"N-no, sir. I-I wasn't there." Answer Hartini. Marco smiled cynically. From the look in his eyes alone, Marco knew that this housekeeper was lying. His mouth and eyes were different. However, Marco understands Hartini is in his mommy's pressure.

"I'll be even more angry if you keep lying." Imbuh Marco still in a soft voice. "Are you in the kitchen at the time?" Marco asked again in the hope that Hartini would be honest. "Tell me everything you know!" Marco still urged in a soft voice. He did not want to intimidate that simple woman.

"Tu-sir.sorry, wa-at that time I wasn't in the kitchen. I'm all right in the back garden.yes, sir, I'm in the back garden." Hartini was increasingly cornered and carelessly answered Marco's questions.

"Did mommy threaten you?" Hartini looked at Marco's face. "Say... Did mommy threaten you?" Urged again.

Hartini. The water starts flowing. She is frightened by Sania's threat, but her small heart forces her to speak truthfully.

"Sir.. I..."

"I heard you and mommy talking behind the stairs. That's why I know that mommy threatened you." Hartini sobbed with his face covered with both hands. He nodded strongly. Free he covered up because basically Marco had heard of Sania's threat.

"Yes, sir, I was threatened. I'm sorry. I'm just afraid the madam killed my family in the village." Finally, Hartini surrendered. He followed his heart to tell his master the truth.

Marco took a deep breath. He pressed his ego not to be angry at Hartini.

"Sit down there." Marco invited Hartini to sit on the sofa. Hartini walked slowly and sat in the corner of the sofa. Marco sat in the other corner.

"Tell me the truth." Hearing Marco's soft voice, Hartini calmed down.

"That afternoon, as usual, my lady came to help us in the kitchen. Seeing that I was cutting chicken, she asked to peel onions and other herbs." Hartini's story amid tears that continue to flow. Occasionally he still heard her sobbing and wipe away the tears. "We told him as usual. Miss is always cheerful and never considers us little people." He grew sobbing in the light of Icha's kindness. "Until finally the lady came and immediately said rudely to the lady, but the lady still replied in a soft voice." He wiped his tears again. "Suddenly the mistress pulled the shoulder of the missus violently. Madam was about to slap the lady but the lady's hand was held and...." Hartini. "And you go in and watch it all."

Marco bowed, covering his face with both hands. This means that this is the second mistake he has made and hurt his wife very much. The regret he felt could not be expressed in words.

"Tell me everything you know!" Marco's orders kept his face covered. "And don't cover anything!" His anger almost exploded. However, with all his might he held back from venting his anger now.

"Mrs Sania threatened to kill my family in the village if I told her the truth, sir. I'm scared." Hartini came back crying. "Sir, I beg you, I don't want anything to happen to my family." Hartini clasped both hands for Marco's protection.

Marco rubbed his face slowly.

"Listen..it's just mommy's bullshit threat. He has no power to kill your family. He just threatened you to shut up." Screams Marco. "So, you don't have to be afraid of the threat." Connect again.

Marco leaned his back against the back of the sofa. He did not think mommy could lie to him in a sneaky way. However, he admitted that Sania would be good at crying and could shed tears in an instant.

"Sir...." Call Hartini when you see Marco speechless and thinking about something. He looked towards Hartini.

"On the slap." Hartini.

"Yes... what is meant by the 'slap' that mommy said earlier?" Marco recalled that word when he heard Sania threaten Hartini earlier.

"Have you ever seen a cut on the corner of a lady's lip?" Hartini started by asking. Marco frowned remembering something.

"Yes... Have I seen that torn wound?" Marco imagined the corner of his wife's lips that had been hurt. "Isn't it because Marissa slipped and nearly fell to the end of the wall?" Marco asked curiously. Hartini shook his head.

"No, sir. Miss is forced to lie to you for fear that your relationship and the mistress is increasingly stretched. Miss really wants to make your relationship and mistress improve. That's why Miss lied." Hartini's answer has not satisfied Marco.

"So? Why Marissa's lips could be hurt" Cecar Marco was impatient.

Hartini was downcast in tears considering the incident.

"The lady slapped the lady so hard that the corner of the lady's lips was torn off. Blood flowed a lot from that torn wound." Hartini sobbed sadly. "I treated the lady in my room, sir." He took a breath before continuing to tell. "The cheeks are also turning blue, sir. Every day she wears a foundation to cover it from you."

Marco squeezed his hair furiously. This time there was no forgiveness for Sania. His mother's behavior can no longer be ignored. He who has begun to open his heart to forgive the mother, again made hurt by his own birth mother.

"Thank you for telling me honestly." Marco is sincere. "There's a job for you." Marco continues. Hartini replied with a quick nod. "Keep pretending like you've been lying to me. Approach mommy and watch her. I want you to report all his strange actions to me." Light Marco and supported by Hartini.

"You can get out." Marco's orders.