EX (SHACKLE OF FIRST LOVE)
20. Take to

Sky arrived at his residence when it was already quite late. He immediately threw the body into his padded ran jang.

"Nadia .... Ayaa .... Ayara ..." muttered the young man, all day long on the way, all day his thoughts were only about the same woman.

Sky sat back down, propping his head with both hands. His eyes glanced towards the nightstand, there was a medium-sized frame.

At a glance, the frame only displays a photo of the building with an aesthetic sophisticated design.

But only Sky knows the secret behind the photo.

Sky's hand stretched out to grab the object, he opened the frame and flipped the photo of the building. There is a photo that he deliberately hid. The photo is with Yara. Still dressed in gray white clothes, they were seen posing together with bright smiles and looking happy.

"Why should the reunion between us be this dramatic, Ra? Why?" Sky stroked Yara's face in the photo, as if she was actually talking to the woman.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Sky turned his head towards the door that sounded on tap from outside. It must have been the mother who had realized her return.

Rush Sky put the frame back on. He does not want the mother to be in the mind with something that also occupies his mind.

"Ma?"

"Sky, have you gone home to see Mama?" ask Indri, Mama Sky.

"I think Mama's asleep, not good to disturb." Sky put his smile before his mother.

Indri looked at the son. "Have you eaten, son? Let Mama cook for you, huh?" he was soft and understanding.

"No need, Ma. I ate already" Sky replied lying. He had no appetite since lunch for thinking about Yara's whereabouts. For a long time, it never happened like this to any woman, other than a Yara.

"Yes, if that's a break, baby. Mom went back to the room, yeah."

"Yes, Ma."

Indri passed and closed the door to his son's room. Nevertheless, he can see the look on Sky's face that looks a lot of thought.

"Hopefully whatever you do is always on the right path, Sky," Indri prayed for the son.

...*****...

"Ra?"

"Yes, Mas?"

"You said you wanted to pack your jewelry set for my venture capital. Where's?"

Yara breathed out softly, she did not expect Juna to collect her promise about the jewelry on a blind night like now. Impressed very hastily, as if Yara would deceive him and not keep his promise.

"What needs it now, Mom? It's night time, time for bed. Don't tell me you want to go out again these gini nights?" hatchlings.

"Yes no, tomorrow morning I want to take it. So, if you can tonight, you'll give me that."

Without a word, Yara headed straight for the closet and opened the storage rack. He took out a box containing his jewelry set to Juna.

"Here, Mas."

"That's all, right?"

Yara nodded. "Udah, the necklace with the bracelet is already in there, because I rarely use it, anyway."

"Yes, I borrowed it, yeah. Later if my efforts have skyrocketed, I will replace the same better and more modern."

"Yes, Mum." Yara is lazy to argue, now she tries to surrender and believe in Juna, hopefully her husband's business will run smoothly.

Juna was just about to put the jewelry box into his briefcase, but the man turned back towards Yara.

"Eh, you said it was in this box that there was a necklace and bracelet, right?"

Yara nodded in agreement.

"Where's the ring, Ra?"

"Well, the ring too, Mas?" Yara immediately glanced at her own ring finger, where the ring was still embedded there.

"Well, you're still wearing it, anyway!" Juna immediately grabbed Yara's hand, without babibu, the man himself who removed the wedding ring from his wife's finger.

"Mas, the ring doesn't work, does it?" Yara tries to persuade Juna, however it is a sign that she is a married woman.

"Why? Kan, I told you a set of your jewelry. This ring is also included, Ra."

"Yes, but it's still my ring, Mas. It's a wedding symbol anyway. If you don't wear a ring there's an awkward impression, Mas."

"Alah... how awkward? What matters is that everyone knows you're my wife. Don't have to wear a ring, Ra. What matters is the marriage book."

Sure enough, only Yara wanted to protest about the ring, Juna's answer could always break the sentence. This is what makes Yara lazy to argue and prefer a lot of silence.

"Yes, it's up to you."

"Don't be stingy with your own husband, Ra. It's also from me, right!"

Yara also tried to encourage, after all the jewelry sets were also for the husband's business, he could not support with a lot of material, so, let it be, let it be, maybe it can be used as a form of support to her husband.

...****...

Early in the morning Yara had prepared Juna lunch to go to work. Juna always liked Yara's cooking, so whatever the story he did not want to miss it, unless it was in a forced state.

"All of you, Mom? No one's missing?" Yara made sure all her husband's supplies were going to work soon.

"Udah. I'm leaving, yeah."

Yara nodded and shook her husband's hand with reverence.

"Where are you going today, Ra?"

"Most want to go to the market for a while, Mas. The fridge is over."

"Oh..." Juna immediately moved, wanting to go to his car that was parked in the yard of the house.

Yara followed her husband's steps, she stood on the porch looking at Juna with a hesitant look, like there was something she wanted to say but still felt speechless.

"Mas, can't you add my spending money?" Finally Yara ventured to express her sentence. His voice was very slow, sounding soft.

Hearing Yara's words, immediately Juna's steps came to a halt. "Kan, I've got your monthly money, Ra."

"Many people want to buy, Mom. To eat us everyday too."

Juna clucked his tongue with an unhappy look.

"If Mas has no money now is okay, but later if the jewelry has been sold I ask for a little money yes Mas."

"Rho? You know my money is also used for the cost of us getting back on the plane yesterday."

"But I didn't ask you to get back on the plane, did you, you wanted to."

"I don't have any more money, Ra. Come on, I'm late." Juna enters his car and closes the car door hard enough for Yara to gasp in shock.

The woman simply stroked her chest, she stared at her husband's departure with tear-strapped eyes.

"Yara?"

Yara saw her neighbor calling her and was already standing next to the house.

"What's up, Miss Irna?" Hurried Yara made her face become ordinary, but she wanted to cry because of Juna's behavior.

"About, you know who here wants to foster children toddlers?"

Yara shakes. "I don't know, Ma'am" he replied.

A second later, Yara thought why not just be the babysitter toddler.

"If I did, would you?"

"You? Want to? Your husband is angry."

"Well, what's the job, Ma'am?" If the work could be done without Juna, he was willing to do it to meet the needs of their household.

"Yes, nginep..." The woman named Irna was smiling little. "You, why do you want to work? Kan, your needs are already there who menuhin, Ra. I'm not like this."

Yara only smiled faintly in response to Irna's words, because it was impossible for her to say that the money given by Juna could not meet her needs. Eating just one meal a month is more than grateful.

"Or do you want to be a babysitter because you want to make a fishing rod, huh?"

"Huh?" Yara's forehead immediately shriveled inside.

"Yes, the myth is. If we take care of people's children, can lure for yourself."

Yara scratched her temple at a glance, instead she had not thought of having a descendant from Juna to date.

The problem used to be that Yara had not loved Juna, but now the problem was growing because of Juna's increasingly different attitude. This also makes Yara think a thousand times to have a baby.

Connect ....

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