FORCED CHEATING
211TERROR

In this situation Mirza obviously can not choose between mother or wife. He wanted to show his service as a child as well as his responsibilities as a husband. So when the mother fell asleep due to the influence of painkillers, Mirza persuaded Via to stay at Bu Harni's house. Mirza did it because he did not want to see his wife hurt and sad again due to the actions of his mother.

“Mas know I'm used to all mother's treatment?” Via did not directly agree with her husband's persuasion.

“You should also know that Mas is not willing you continue to be sad and hurt because of the attitude and words of mother.” Staring at the beautiful bead the wife intensely begged for understanding.

“But staying at mom's house is not a good idea, Mas. Later even mother nanya strange.” Via worries about Ms. Harni's prejudice.

“But Mas also can't bear to let you at home alone, dear. What if you need something and something happens to you?”

They were silent, still struggling to find a middle way while the sun was leaning west. Mirza got up to look at the mother who still looks sound on her bed. Via even out reaching for a broom to clean the front yard filled with dry leaf clusters.

“Honey, quiet. Don't do anything.” Sergey Mirza followed his wife. “How hard is it to say anyway?” He took a broom from the wife's hand.

“I'm not used to sitting sweetly just keeping quiet. Hem, how are you doing my vegetables and flowers Mas?” Via slammed himself in the patio chair. “They've been watered for a few days, I'm afraid they wither and die.” Via's gaze was softly looking at her husband.

“Don't think far, dear. Think of the old one. You have also been a few days this is not Siram.”Mirza smiled seductively.

Via immediately throbbed, lucky this time he no longer wanted nyubit. Usually if the husband has been naughty a little he immediately landed his deadly pinch.

Silence again, they are equally soluble in the reverie of the unknown. The baby's soft swish swept across the dry foliage, their focus shone.

“Darling, what if you nginep at home Mbak Tia aja?” Cetus Mirza later.

Of course it wasn't a bad idea, but Via felt bad for fear of bothering his brother.

“We meet Mbak Tia now mumpung mother is still sleeping, how?” Mirza is excited. “Quietly, Ma'am Tia must understand our situation. After all, she's not as chatty as my mother-in-law.”

“Mas why my mom is chatty?” Via glaring.

“Eh, not that Dear. Mas Mean..”

“Ck! Yes, we are leaving now!” Via got up with a somewhat irritated look, although it was true but still he did not accept his mother in the same chatty with her own husband. “Jam this way like Ma'am Tia has come home from the cake shop.”

Mirza immediately packed Via's clothes into a bag and then saw her mother who was still asleep for a while. “Ayok, Darling.” Take him to the slim waist of the wife.

Mirza's car drove towards Via's modest rented house. It seems that for a long time Via did not visit his brother's house, he missed with the simplicity of the family of the brother. Tia has not been a neko-neko, with her husband Arya her life is very unpretentious even though now their economy is arguably enough thanks to managing the cake shop owned by Bu Elin. If there is a change most only motorcycles because Arya is deliberately buying a new motorcycle to akomadasi delivery order cake, besides that nothing has changed from them.

Not yet Mirza stopped his car perfectly, Ica who was playing a bicycle in front of the house was crowded welcome and excited to call her parents.

“Dad, Mother …. Come here! There's Aunt Via the same Om Mirza….! Father, Mother ....!”

Arya and Tia appear along with Via and Mirza who get off the car. Ica immediately ran to meet her favorite aunt. Her tiny arms were coiled positive at Via's waist.

“Tante why is it so old to be here? Aunty is not the same Ica?” berondong Ica's. “Gendong, Aunt...” He stretched out his hand asking to be carried.

“Gendong same Om Mirza aja ya.” Mirza immediately preceded before Via confirmed.

“Why is it Om?”

“Aunty Via's stomach is with her baby, Aunt Via can't lift heavy. Ica is already big, her body is getting heavier. Kasian dong same dede baby in the belly of Aunt Via?” Mirza tried to explain.

“Kok from wkatu it dede baby is not out anyway, Om? Really long? Yes in Aunt Via's stomach?”

Everyone chuckled at Ica's adorable chatter.

“Tante want to nginep at home Ica can not?” Tanya Via brushed Ica's plump cheeks.

“Bby dong, Aunt. Can so!” ica's ponytail hair to wiggle so happy.

“You really want to stay here, Vi?” Tia asked in wonder.

“Taken in first time Bun, time Via same Mirza tell stand here continue?” Sambar Arya reminded.

“Oh, yes to forget. Ayok Za, Vi, log in.” Tia. “Ica here down Darling, Om Mirza heavy tuh.”

Ica resolutely shook her head in rejecting her mother's invitation. She wrapped her arms around Mirza's neck while listening to the adults in the simple living room.

“So so the story Ma'am, Mas.” Mirza's legs after finishing with her description of her mother's condition.

“I really do not mind if Via here, Ica must be very fond of the problem if there is Via.” Tia Say.

“Bener Za, than Via tell nginep at home mom is better here. Poor your wife, separated from the mother-in-law even more beautiful with her own mother.” Seloroh Aryan's.

“That's right, not me darling. Mas Arya also felt if mom was chatty.” Mirza nudged Via's nosy arm, glad he got an ally.

“Awas ya you guys son-in-law ghibah, later I bilagin new mother know taste!” Cibir Tia while Mirza and Arya laughed at her.

“Om, we go for a walk!ride in a new car Om it!” designate the iCa on Mirza's parked car in front of her house.

Mirza stared at Via for a moment, not feeling like she refused Ica's invitation, but she also could not leave her mother alone at home. What if suddenly Bu Een wakes up and looks for her?

Via shook his head faintly giving a disapproving response.

“Emh, Ica want to go for a walk huh?” Ask Mirza later.

“Mau Om.”

“What if Om pijemin his car. Ica go for a walk with dad want?”

“Well, why the hell?”

“Eh, how come? No need, Za. No need to wait for Ica.” Sergey Tia. “Ica, Om Mirza now can not ajakin Ica streets because it must nemenin Eyang Ndang who is sick.” Tia took over to explain.

“Eyang Ndang what pain Om? If that Ica wants nengokin yes, can it?” The eyes for Ica imply concern. It is no secret though Bu Een aka Bu Endang Bambang Gulindang hates half life on Via and his family, but here if the same Ica he can be very kind. (check the closeness of Ica and Bu Een in the early chapters if you don't know yet) it may be from a long time ago he wanted to quickly have a grandson.

“Lain time yes, Ca. Mirza again in a hurry. Ica don't want it if you take Eyang Ndang angrurin Om Mirza?” Tia had to resort to a little scare.

A hue of disappointment instantly loomed on Ica's cute face. “Ya already ...”

Mirza who could not bear to immediately take out the car keys and give it to Ica. “This car key Om, tomorrow Ica can walk as much as father, mother and aunt Via ya. his car Om stay here. Ica would not go without Om Mirza?” The hair of the plump boy in his lap was attentive.

Ica nodded even without a sound.

“Keep you ride home what if your car is left here?” Wonder Arya. “Am I anterin only?”

“Iya Mas, nanati what if mom needs to be escorted anywhere?” Via is worried too.

“Kan at home there's still mom's car, honey. I used the old bike Mas Arya just went home. Can you please Mas?”

“Asik, yei….! Motor butut dad dituker same new car Om Mirza, yess...!” Not nothing Ica cheered in joy.

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Tonight passed by Mirza quite heavily, because even though Via was at Tia's house but still the feeling of worry can not be eliminated completely. He just stopped texting asking Via a lot of quiet things when his last message was not answered.

“Hem, maybe Via already sleeping.” Mirza, then she switched to sending a message to Tia.

Mirza

Ma'am, is Via sleeping? Why is my message not answered?

Tia

For a moment, I'll see you in his room.

After a while, one message came in at Mirza.

Tia

Okay, Za. He fell asleep, still in his hand. Just now, the dead mother.

Mirza

Oh, pantesans. Yes, thank you, Ma'am. Please take care Via ya Mbak, sorry ngerepotin.

Tia

Take it easy Za, there is Ica kok who take care of your wife. So you can be free together with Mas Arya, wkwkwk….

Immediately Mirza glared, my goodness! Can also mbak Tia becandaan, told to keep Via even want to feel good together with Mas Arya, basic! what kind of model sister is this? Huh! Mirza is upset to remember her fate, which now only sleeps alone on the sofa in the middle room to keep the mother closer to her room. Huuh, if only there was Via, I would have been nice together tonight. It's cold again. Mirza pulled the blanket to the neck and curled up to find the most comfortable position.

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On a clear Sunday, Azad had just gone home jogging. He was doing a light stretch in his front yard when a black car came in towards him. Azad stopped his activities, looking curiously at who the driver of the car who visited this morning.

“Kak Sofi?” Azad menlongo when he saw his brother who came down from the black car.

Sofi only smiled briefly as she passed her sister.

“Kak, wait!” Azad pursuit. “That's who's car?” he taught his brother the steps that entered the house.

“Mobilku.” Sofi had arrived in front of the room, reached into her bag looking for her room door key.

“Kakak sell car gift Kak Ram?” Azad can't believe it.

Checklek

Sofi opened the door to her room. “Iya.” Shortened leg.

“Wait a minute, Brother.” Azad blocked his brother's arm. “We have to talk.”

“Azad, sister tired.” Sofi showed her tired face.

Azad had to give up. “Ok, Brother rest for a while, after that we have breakfast together yes.”

“Hem. Where's your mom going?”

“They are walking in the morning. Their routine lately, I told him not to get too bored at home.”

“Good, they should indeed enjoy their old days.” Sofi came in and locked the door, indicating that she did not want to be disturbed.

Sofi slowly laid her body on her bed which she had long left behind. It should be spacious and luxurious room that provides comfort, but somehow menagapa wherever he is just the emptiness that he feels. Soul's empty. As if there was no place that gave him comfort to take. Slowly round eyes beautiful ping pong ball is closed, Sofi had felt himself lulled in the dream before finally his consciousness was forced to be dragged kembai in the real world because of the vibrating gawainya disturbing.

Ramzis

Sofia, you have to trust me. Come back to me because my papa will harm you. Only I can guarantee the safety of you and our future children.

Sofi immediately turned off her phone. Message again! Since last night Sofi received dozens of incoming messages that were more or less the same but from two different numbers. And both confessed to her husband Ramzi. Sofi almost went crazy thinking about it all night, she felt it was a new form of terror from her father-in-law. She doesn't celebrate either, she doesn't care if both numbers are real Ramzi or not, because for her to go back to her husband who has torn her pride is an impossibility.

Without Sofi knowing any of the numbers that contacted her it was Ramzi's number. In earnest want to save Sofi and her baby, but whatever power Sofi already stuck no longer trust him. Ramzi's men and Mr. Alatas are vying to find Sofi's whereabouts. They can always get a new number Sofi even though Sofi has changed her phone number many times.

Sofi got up to the bathroom and cloned her sim card into the closet. Frustration, that's how he feels. He closed himself off from his family, Sofi did not know at all the regrets of his parents who lately have ignored him. After the events of Ramzi's arrival to the house some time ago, Mrs Husein always waiting for Sofi's return, she wanted to steal it with affection because she felt so guilty it was so far that Sofi suffered from her husband's affair alone.

But the thing that should soon be going on sweetness it should be delayed because Sofi thought that the existence was increasingly not considered in his own family. He thought his parents had forgotten him, they were busy walking around in the morning without knowing his son was frustrated with the threat to his safety and the baby.

Azad gasped, rushing him out of the room when he heard the car engine outside the house. He only saw the back of his brother's car which had already left the yard.

“Jeez, Brother! Why are you so hard to talk to?” Azad punched the air so upset already lost the start kecolangan again. “How difficult is it to sit together? You are hard to make yourself! Complicated to make it yourself! You still have a family, why do you feel alien and alone? You stubborn! Your stone head from long ago!” Azad continued to grumble spilling his frustration.

“Azad, can't you be angry yourself?” Ask Mrs Husein who just arrived with her husband still wearing sports clothes.

Azad rubbed his face rough. “Sofi, Ma. He just got home and kept going again.”

“Sofia home?” Mrs Husein dyed looking for the whereabouts of her son. “Where is he?”

“Have gone again, Ma!” Repeated Azad in annoyance.

“Didn't you say Mama misses him? Mama's been waiting for him long to come home?” Lady Husein wiggled Azad's arm.

“She promised me a windy breakfast, but she left again. Ah, don't know Ma!” Azad quickly left his parents who seemed to regret the departure of Sofia for the umpteenth time.

“already, Ma. We leave everything to God.” Mr. Husein rubbed his wife's shoulder and grabbed her to enter with him.

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