FORCED CHEATING
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"But she's pregnant with your child!"

The sentence Om Jaka directly hit the heart of Mirza.

Sofia, or Sofi so young women with slim stature, beautiful white face typical of a mixture of Indonesian and Middle Eastern descent is commonly called, or Husein, also, thus Mirza accidentally gave her that name on Sofi's number on her phone.

"Then my number is given by Husein's name?" Sofi asked that night when they were together from the frenetic party of VVIP passengers who were late in the thumping music at the DELTA CRUISE discotheque.

"Your name is Sofia Alta Husein, isn't it?" Mirza asked back.

The sweet smile from Sofi's thin lips expanded, she was somewhat surprised that Mirza also knew her full name. "Do you know my full name?"

"And when you were in my care, I checked all your paperwork." Sahut Mirza relax.

"Ah, yes." Sofi still smiled. "Call me if there's anything you need." Its effects.

"Shouldn't I have said that? I'm a medic here."

Sofi laughed. His laughter came off nothing to hide until his white and neat rows of teeth were clearly visible.

Mirza simply smiled, then cast a distant glance into the dense ocean. Impressed a little indifferent indeed, but that's how Mirza if with foreign women who are not too familiar.

"I'll go back inside." Said Sofia later.

"Okay, please."

Instead of leaving, Sofia was still standing beside Mirza and also looking at the ocean while occasionally her eyes glanced at Mirza who was still unmoved.

Sofia sighed wishing Mirza a little attention to her. Mirza only caught a glimpse, then returned to how it was. Still looking at the dark sea with both hands buried in his thick jacket pocket.

"I'm sure one day you'll need me." Sofia said softly with lips that were deliberately close to Mirza's ears.

Mirza reflex turned her head to make the faces of the two very close.

"Za!" Call Om Jaka disperse the wish of Mirza who was back at the time where he and Sofi exchanged phone numbers that night.

Mirza looked at Om Jaka's stiffened face.

"Om, I .. can't take responsibility for all this." Mirza lirih's voice.

"What do you mean?" The tone of Om Jaka is slightly elevated. "You want to dodge?" Om Jaka then gestured for Sofi to show the pink-striped test pack to Mirza.

Sofi took out a test pack from her bag and placed it on the table with a slight tremble.

"Watch carefully!" Om Jaka's Command.

Mirza looked at the pregnancy test kit, and indeed the pink line was two, looking very clear. And that means positive.

"Do you need to be re-tested to make sure that she's really pregnant?"

Mirza felt that every word Om Jaka always cornered her. As a family Om Jaka should have defended him more than Sofi, Mirza thought.

Mirza did not understand that it was all done by Om Jaka precisely because he wanted to defend Mirza, because as a real man abstained from running from problems. Om Jaka has replaced Mirza's father since Mirza's father died ten years ago. He is the one who fought to educate Mirza and is always ready to be asked for help if his mother in the village needs his help.

Although the daily nature of Om Jaka is funny and funny but if he has been faced with serious problems he will not play games.

"That's not what I mean, Om ... " Mirza said slowly and hesitantly.

"Then?" Om Jaka is impatient.

Mirza watched Sofi who was still lowered and had not been heard talking since she arrived earlier. It seems Sofi was playing a tissue that had been grasped earlier, maybe to reduce the anxiety of his heart.

"I'm .. just not sure if it's my son." Cetus Mirza finally.

Om Jaka was shocked. Sofi immediately raised her face and looked at Mirza with a look as if she could not believe that Mirza would say so.

"Mirza, now Om ask you and please answer honestly." Om Jaka's voice was flat and authoritative. "Have you really ever had a husband-and-wife relationship with him?"

The deg!

Mirza wanted to refute, but a flash of memory that night flashed through her mind.

Mirza woke up and was surprised to find herself in a room that she was not supposed to be in, moreover, there was a slumbering Sofi while hugging her left arm. He and Sofi only wrapped in blankets without other accessories.

Holy hooch! Why is it like this? So stupid! This shouldn't have happened. Crazy one! This is all crazy!

Mirza blingsatan as she cursed herself. She tries to let Sofi go, but Sofi wakes up and hugs her more tightly while smiling without sin.

"You're amazing." Whisper Sofi with a spoiled tone.

Immediately Mirza woke up and grabbed her clothes on the floor and hurriedly put them on until her shirt was not perfectly buttoned making her chest feathers visible and it made Sofi anxious.

"Wait a minute." Sofi wakes up still wearing a blanket trying to hold Mirza. "I'll get you a coffee."

Mirza looked at Sofi sharply.

"You don't have a shift this morning, do you?" Sofi's question didn't care about Mirza's sharp gaze. His fingers have even now landed on the chest field Mirza and played the chest hairs that appear to peek there.

Mirza quickly stops him before Sofi goes any further. "About last night, I don't want us to talk about it anymore." Said Mirza coldly while tidying up her shirt buttons.

Mirza quickly came out not caring how Sofi's expression at that time. Everything was done that morning, too.

"Mirza, you haven't answered Om's question." Om Jaka's voice resuscitated Mirza from the morning's bitter memory. "Have you really ever had a husband-and-wife relationship with him?" Repeat Om Jaka with a tone full of emphasis.

"Om, sorry if I ... "

Just answer me, yes or no!" Cut Om Jaka doesn't want to listen to Mirza's explanation.

Mirza. "Yes." Yeah." Answer slowly.

Om Jaka breathed a heavy sigh. His mind was really burdened with this problem.

"All right." Break up Om Jaka later. "I'm leaving you both. Please consult first. " Om Jaka out leaving them.

Silent for a long time. Neither Mirza nor Sofi started talking. Only the sound of the clockwork seconds of the wall could be heard filling the oversized guest room.

At the same time, Via woke up from his sleep because there was a sound of people teaching from a mushola loudspeaker not far from his home.

"Astaghfirullah, overslept me." Via was surprised himself and immediately searched for his phone.

After meeting, Via immediately checked his phone worried that there was a message or phone from Mirza.

"Kok Mas Mirza hasn't told you yet?" Via muttered to himself. "I'll call you, it's been quiet this afternoon?" Via dial Mirza number immediately.

The sound of whatsapp calls on Mirza's phone makes the living room a little lifeless. Mirza pulled the phone out of her pants pocket.

my beloved wife, said the writing on the screen of Mirza's phone complete with a picture of Via who was smiling sweetly.

Mirza just looked at him, and secretly Sofi also noticed Mirza who looks gameless.

"No lifting, huh?" Complaints Via who found his call ended on its own without any answer from across.

"Oh, maybe Mas Mirza is still resting the tadpole times huh." Via drawing his own conclusions. "Ntar Malem just called again." Via puts down his phone and wakes Ica up to take a shower after previously sending a message to Mirza.

*Mas, has Om Jaka not been home yet? How come you haven't told me? It's all right, right? Oya, I wonder if Om Jaka there needs to be important what the hell? Later on, yes, Mas.

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