FORCED CHEATING
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Misting drizzle starts the day, making the sun reluctant to show itself. Via down after finishing struggling with all his activities in the room. Mirza sleeps on the sofa in the middle room. She was also surprised why her husband slept there even though on the bottom floor there were two empty bedrooms. Via passed Mirza indifferently, this time not wanting to look at him even though he was asleep. Mirza's treatment yesterday upset her.

Via with a chin on the dining table, do not know what to do. There is no food in the refrigerator. He also may not want to clean the house anymore, because every corner of his house from inside to outside has been slimmed down from yesterday.

One hand touching Via's shoulder made him shocked.

“Mas?” Reflek Via.

“I'm sorry, babe.” Mirza said slowly.

Did Mirza wake up? Inner Via.

“I can't sleep all night.” Said Mirza as if he knew the contents of Via's heart. “Pardon the harsh treatment of Mas yesterday yes.” Mirza took a chair next to Via and sat staring at Via.

Although Via's chest felt filled with the words Sorry from Mirza but he nodded as well. She knows rejecting ‘desire’ husband is a big sin. Mirza didn't know about yesterday.

“Mas emotional, frankly Mas does not want you to be cold. Mas kangen you.”

“I also don't want to be like this actually, Mas. But my heart rejects you because it remembers the affair you did to make the woman pregnant.” Finally the words came out of Via, but not a single look at her husband. His gaze was straight blank forward, hollow.

“Kalo so what do I have to do so you can come back again?”

Via shook his head languidly. “Ne-know.”

The two of them both breathed heavily almost simultaneously.

“Honey, yesterday I asked Sofi to stay here but I will not allow her to set foot here.” Mirza.

Via hush. The closure was shocked to hear Mirza's sentence just now.

“That shameless woman should go back to Jakarta because I have rejected her so hard.” Mirza.

“How come if it turns out she's pregnant with your child, Mas?” Said Via flat still with a blank look.

Mirza touched Via's chin and faced her face straight in front of him. “Please do not discuss it until the child in his stomach is born and is completely proven to be my son.”

“If he was your son, would you marry Sofi?”

“No.” Mirza is sure.

“But the child .. “

“I will be responsible to the boy but will never marry Sofi. I just want you to be my wife.”

From Kamarin actually Via is very sure with every word Mirza is thrown at him. She believes with the sincerity of Mirza's love, she believes Mirza didn't mean to cheat on her, she believes Sofi isn't a good woman, but there was still a lingering feeling in his heart that made him unable to act warmly back to Mirza.

“We started again everything from the beginning, baby. I love you.” Mirza grabbed Via into his arms.

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The drizzle just ended. News about Mirza impregnating other women immediately became a trending topic throughout Jati Asri. Arya who was hanging out at the ojek post after dropping off passengers that morning heard the conversation of two friends of fellow motorcycle taxi drivers. At first he who did not want to know became curious as well.

“You know from where, Prol?” Arya asked one of her friends, Saprol.

“From Yu Darmi, yesterday I ran him to the dentist. She is a neighbor of her mother Mirza. He heard himself said yesterday there was a fuss at his home Bu Endang, even his women were there.” Papar Saprol was convincing.

“Eh, Arya! Time you don't know anyway? Mirza is your sister-in-law's husband, there's no way if you haven't heard the news.” Cute the other friend Saint.

“Oh yes, yes. Mirza sodaraan is not the same as you? Don't you just pretend you don't know.” Saprol new ngeh Arya same Mirza emang sister-in-law. “Neither expect the Mirza, even though the person seems calm not much style from the past as well, uh don't know even pregnant other women, even though he already has a wife.” Saprol.

“Yes that way, Prol. His name is someone who has been successful, there must be many who want." The saint smiled widely while glancing at Arya. "Where the Mirza tile, his house is shady, the rice fields are equally spacious, have two rented houses in the city, the car is good, it's natural that he changed into a lot of style now, the car is good, yes not Ar?” Santo nudged Aryan's arm with his elbow.

Arya is between believing and not.

Suddenly a mother with a boy in a blue and white uniform passed in front of them while pushing her motorcycle.

“Motor why, Bu?” Ask Saprol.

The mother looked. “This, the tires are leaking. Where is there a tire patcher that has opened at this time?”

“Yu Yati, yes?” The saint who felt familiar with the mother immediately approached.

“Eh, you're San. This helps my motorcycle tire deflate. I have to take my son to school, afraid of bad luck, kasian.”

“Yes, I'm the one who nganter. Samplean wait here aja, later I will find a tire patcher who has opened.” Saint's Prophecy.

“Wah thanks ya, San.”

“Sampean sit down first, if you want breakfast there is a soto handyman with a porridge who has not been on Hajj.” Santo pointed at the porridge cart which he said had not yet boarded the hajj across from the ojek post.

“Iya deh, this is the fare, San.” Yu Yati gave a piece of money of ten thousands to the Saint. “Nak, you go to school with Mang Santo aja yes, let's not bad luck.”

The boy nodded then climbed into the motorbike of Santo and passed.

“Yu Yati this is from where, huh? Definitely not Jati Asri, I have never seen the problem?” Saprol sok Akrab's.

“Oh, I'm from the next village, Suka Tresna village neighbors with her brother Santo.” Yu Yati Sahut.

“Oo ..” Saprol mangosteen-beard. “Means to know the news about Mirza his son Bu Endang who impregnated another woman dong, Yu?” Saprol's soul began to appear.

Arya sampe glared at Saprol, wondering also why this man mouth is like a woman, his doyannya ghibah. It's still morning.

“Woo, Banget tau, Mas. Ni yes, one village from yesterday there is no one who does not bother about the storm in the spirit of Bu Een. After all how not to know it again a lot of buyers yes, so definitely on kepo they are. Denger-denger, his woman from Jakarta you know, where beautiful again.” Cerocos Yu Yati excited.

“Wah, the time is Yu? Beautiful where is the same Via his wife MIrza?” Saprol is curious.

“Beauty the affair, if not where might Mirza sampe smitten that, even in pregnancy anyway, yak an? Joss bener emang the Mirza, his own wife was not pregnant even though marriage had been long, uh the affair even directly cespleng. And he said again that the insolence of Mirza blasteran arab-arabic country that. How beautiful is it? Ck, pity his wife Mirza, huh? They must have been acquaintances on the ship, and that shameful thing happened."

Yu Yati is getting hotter coupled with the right side of her left side. A moment of smile, a moment later shook his head with a pompous mimic. Rich celebrity gossip show host Venny Nose.

“Continue, continue Yu?” Saprol is curious.

“Sampean have you ever met that woman?”

“Ya yet. This is the plan abis nganter school children go home to the store Bu Een, pretended to want to buy telor, onal I kepo also the same affair MIrza, hehe...”.

Aryan's ears are getting hotter with that talk. He immediately left on his duck bike regardless of Saprol's call.

“Woy! Ar ... Where are you going? It's not finished yet my interview with Yu Yati!” Shouted Saprol.

Aryan duck motorbike drove and turned agilely on the small road to his rented house.

SQUEAK!

The motor stopped right in front of the house, Tia who heard it immediately looked up. Arya entered the house in a hurry.

“Mas. How come home? I'll watch it still at 9 later.” Tia said astonished because they usually change motorcycles if Tia wants to go.

Arya snatched her tea which was only half a glass of the rest of dawn before leaving ngojek.

“Haus is like, Mas? I take water, huh?”

“Nevent gone.” Sergey Arya.

Arya's voice was flat but firm, Tia became somewhat scared. Usually then Arya again emotions. He remembered the last fight some time ago in the morning like this because of the babble of his mother who knew-tau came to the house.

Don't-don't Mas Arya had met Mom on the road, kept bickering again. Oh Allah …

Tia satin nelangsa, why the household only dwells on that problem-that's all. Though he had obeyed Arya's order not to go to Bu Harni's house for the sake of the household was fine.

“You were yesterday from Via home, right?” Ask Arya later.

Tia was a little confused asked so. But she was also happy that her husband did not see his mother.

“Iya, why Mas?”

“I heard back at the base about the state of the household Via sama Mirza. What is real?” Arya looked straight at Tia who was standing in front of her.

“Bener, Mas.” Sahut Tia weakly sat beside Arya. “Sorry if I haven't told Mas Arya yet, I feel .. “

“You know, I'm not the kind of guy who likes to interfere in people's affairs.” Cut Arya. “Although they are our own family. But my skin is hot hearing it.” Arya.

“Actually before this incident Via came here and many stories about the state of his household, Mas.” Tia began to tell the details of the events between Mirza and Via.

Arya listened with a serious look, then they were both pensive. Arya did not expect the condition of the Mirza and Via households. From the outside they looked happy and so harmonious, one village certainly agreed with that opinion. They are the most compatible couple. But who would have thought?

“Mas, thank you for being faithful as my husband and father make Ica.” Tia suddenly blurted. “Although Mom always irritated you, but you are still beside me. I will accept you as you are, just don't ignore me, Mas.” Tia's eyes suddenly glazed over.

Arya embraces Tia's shoulder. “Ngak will. Hardly happy we'll always be together.”

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In the vicinity of Bu Suharni's house, there was also no less news about Mirza and Via. Mothers who are shopping for vegetables are busy until they forget their groceries.

“Mom-mom, this is so on shopping no? Chatting mau from earlier?” Protest the Vegetable Man.

“So dong, Mang! A moment ago, again tanggug!” Fat mom's heart.

“Iya, count it first, Mang got me!” Timpal skinny mom.”

“Certain, how to go? So didn't Mirza marry him? If you feel sorry for Via, right? There is no Ahlak ya the Mirza!” cerocos mom is half fat and half skinny.

“Eh, uh it's Bu Harni to here.” The fat mother whispered, her eyes pointing at Bu Harni who walked over to them.

“Morning, mothers ... on what to cook?” Sapa Bu Harni is friendly.

“Eh, Miss Harni, isn't Miss Harni's daughter-in-law expecting another woman? Well, if you really tell me to, Mom! That's the name!” Said the skinny mother without aling-aling.

Miss Harni was shocked. “My help? Threaten another woman? Don't make a slander, dong Bu. No way!” Sangkal Bu Harni sure half sewot.

“Yah. Miss Harni apparently does not know yes, please ask yourself the same child and the ghost if you do not believe!” Advice mom half skinny half fat.

“Kalo I so Bu Harni nih, already otomoatis I fired so the model's son-in-law so. I've got a beautiful wife, good, loyal, uh still cheating on other women. Pregnant anyway!” Fat Mom mengmpori.

Miss Harni is not playing. He didn't think this early would be a hot news breakfast. She was actually hesitant, but the mums seemed convincing. Bu Harni's hand clenched in emotion.

“Dolent Aryan, dare he cheated. Basic don't know it's lucky!” Umpat Bu Harni could not hold back his emotions.

“Eh, Mom. It wasn't Arya who cheated, it was Mirza!” Said the fat mom.

YONG!

A WAAAATT?

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