FORCED CHEATING
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Via had completely locked himself in the room all night, Mirza could not close his eyes. The overwhelming feeling of guilt made him uneasy, he thought about what step he would take if Via still refused his apology. And when his mind was tired, he fell asleep by himself on the living room sofa.

At dawn an hour ago, Via woke up to hear the great-grandson of a flock of sparrows that used to gather on the balcony tile of his room every morning.

At 05:05, this morning it felt very different, there was only him alone on the wide and soft mattress. Via stared blankly at the right side where her husband used to sleep. For a moment his memory returned to the events of yesterday afternoon.

"I don't think I'm dreaming anymore." He murmured immediately to the bathroom.

Via was not aware of how long he had spent in the bathroom, which was obvious when he came out, the sky to the east had already started spitting out a golden orange color. His expended velvet prayer rites to start the morning prayer ritual rather bad luck. Long enough also he was on the prayer mat after fulfilling 2 rakaat prayer. Via tepekur had a deep dialogue with his Lord, but he did not cry at all. Her tears seemed to have drained all night until she was closed by herself.

She sat down to the mirror to check her looks. His eyes were puffy with fatigue gurat visible underneath. Via polishing his father's face with powder alakadarnya and thin lipstick to taste. He's got a plan today to get out, he needs a friend to talk to.

Mirza was still sleeping on the living room sofa, Via's eyes were instantly fixed on her as she descended to the first floor.

"It turns out you're sleeping here, Mom." Via said slowly while looking at the slick face of Mirza.

Ah, Mas I've never been this angry with you as long as we're married. I don't want to believe that you betrayed me, but you admit it. You know how much I love you, and vice versa. But why do you have to cheat on the grounds of accident.

Via's eyes began to glaze over, but soon there was water that should not really come out and fall.

"I can't cry." Say Via to himself.

Mirza wriggling changing her sleeping position made Via a little surprised. Via rushed into the kitchen afraid that Mirza would wake up and find herself there with a sad look.

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The air this morning is quite fresh, Om Jaka enjoys a large mug of palm sugar tubruk tea on the porch next to the house while looking at the blooming orchid moon.

Srot ....

"Bhh .... " Om Jaka sipped his tubruk tea, warm and fragrant aroma made his mood happy. "It's normal that my life doesn't even have a baby."

Om Jaka smiled to himself after saying that sentence. Then he reached for his phone intending to contact his business partner to inform him that he would be returning home for a few days because of important business.

Tong

Tong

The sound of the bell makes Om Jaka stop his activities. He went to the living room to open the door.

"Sophy?" Om Jaka was shocked to find out who his guest was this morning.

"May I come in, Om?" Ask Sofi.

Om Jaka just nodded, he was still a little surprised by Sofi's visit this morning to his house.

"Om, I'm sorry if I interrupted Om Jaka's time this early." Said Sofi like understanding the heart of Om Jaka.

"What's up? Is anything important?" Om Jaka can't hide his curiosity.

Sofi nodded faintly. "I'll get married next month." Said Sofi flat.

"With the man you've been betrothed to? " Tanya Om Jaka still with his curiosity.

Sofi nodded again.

"Did he know about your situation?"

"Yes, I told you everything."

"Keep, what's the response?"

"He was angry and disappointed, but I didn't care. I just want to marry Mirza."

Om Jaka leaned his back on the guest chair and heaved a heavy sigh. Not long ago he felt the morning was beautiful and cheerful but now Sofi ruined it.

"Om, I need to see Mirza." Sofi said a little forcefully.

Om Jaka was silent for a moment. What happens if they meet again, even though Mirza is now in trouble because Via already knows the affair.

"Om can you ask Mirza to come here?" Desak Sofi's.

"No, you've agreed to wait 6 months after your baby is born." Sahut Om Jaka firmly.

"Why didn't you say it yourself? Mirza wasn't sure if it was her son. Om think you have to be frank with your family about all the lives you've been living because it's not just Mirza's men in your life, is it?"

The words Om Jaka sontak make Sofi pias. He didn't expect to get an answer like that. Some time ago he managed to reach out to Om Jaka's sympathy with his circumstances, but it seems that now Om Jaka is difficult to shake.

"Had Sofi, if indeed you were destined to mate with Mirza later you would have married her even if you had to wait 6 months first." Om Jaka does not want to linger wasting his time for Sofi. "You have to commit to the deal you agreed with Mirza."

No more words came out of Sofi's mouth, she left Om Jaka's house with a disillusioned step.

Om Jaka was a little more relieved, he couldn't wait any longer, he had to meet Mirza like he promised Via.

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Ica was whining to get milk while Tia's hands were drinking because she was making cake dough.

"For a moment, dear, Mother still bothers." Tia's trying to get rid of Ica.

"But Ica wants it now, mother. Ica want to drink milk." Ica poked her foot on the floor as a sign of her protest.

"Yes, wait a minute. Or Ica make it yourself? Ica Pinter, yesterday also can make your own, right?"

"No way, Ica wants a mother who makes it!" Ica is getting sulky in a high tone.

"Assynnya!"

The sound of greetings from the front door made Ica's drama pause for a while.

"Ica granddaughter of Eyang ... again why do ya ...?" The distinctive shrill voice of Bu Suharni made Ica and Tia look into the front room almost simultaneously.

"Mother? Tumben early in the morning already nyampe here?" Tia was a bit surprised to also find her mother who did not usually stop by her house.

"Mother just came from the sub-district market, stopped by all the grapes of her favorite Ica." Bu Suharni sat down to show off the grapes he was carrying with a wide smile.

Ica has no expression at all.

"Lho, Ica, how do you frown? Granddaughter why is this her face?" Bu Suharni grabbed Ica into his lap.

"Ica wants to drink milk but mommy won't make it." Ica complained to her eyes while looking at Tia in annoyance.

"Don't want to, you're still bothering dear." Tia defended herself while showing both her hands full of flour.

Miss Harni notices Tia's mini kitchen is a bit messy. "You have more orders?" Ask Miss Harni.

"Yes, Mom. Order a cake for noon."

"What's the hunt, this hour is not okay? Where's arya? Why don't you help me bother like this?"

"She, Mom. In the room."

"Still asleep?" Bu Harni's intonation rose by several octaves. "Truly not becus tuh people! Cannot be abandoned!" Miss Harni's got up.

"Eh, what do you want?" Sergey Tia.

"Build your husband!"

"No, Ma. Mas Arya just came home early this morning to send passengers."

"Well, that must be the reason your husband. At most he hangs out playing cards with his friends." Miss Harni sneered in annoyance.

Miss Harni headed for the only bedroom in Tia's small rented house that didn't care about Tia's words.

BRACKET!

Ms. Harni opened the room door and sure enough still found Arya sleeping there.

"Heh, Arya! Wake you!" Shouted Bu Harni while shaking her waist in the middle of the door of Arya's room.

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