
Nadifa was still standing holding the picture frame she was holding at the moment, looking at it deeply filled with a fog of compulsion of heart, "When did you get married?" Nadifa still turned her back on their bodies.
He continued to lament the photos of Galih and Gita's Marital Akad which are so simple with tearless power.
Galih could only stand still and lean himself on the sofa as the Gita who was just silent looked at Nadifa.
It seems this incident has made Gita aware, if at this time he has become a destroyer and criminal fellow Eve.
"Since?!" Nadifa again broke the silence with her soft voice.
Then Gita dropped herself and crouched down right behind Nadifa's legs, crying out.
"I'm sorry, Dif. I was wrong.we were caliph," Gita became-so in her tears.
Nadifa grabbed Gita's shoulder and lifted the body to stand up, "It's okay, Mba, I'm fine,"
Nadifa walked to the dinner table, and poured the glassed water she brought to Gita.
"Drink first, let your heart be at ease" Nadifa calmed Gita from her sobs.
Gita was full and devastated by what she was doing at the moment, she felt very inappropriate.
"Prepare your clothes and belongings Mba, just enough and come stay with us!"
"What ?!" Galih squealed her voice then got up from the sofa approaching Nadifa and held her shoulder.
"I want Mba Gita to stay with us, at your house, Mas,"
"That's your house baby, I bought it for you, just for you,"
The sentence was very devastating and sick Gita, but he realized that he had been present to be a thorn of destruction of warmth in this household.
"No Dif, I'm here with my son" Gita said, holding her stomach.
"Me and Mas Galih will take care of you and the Son" Nadifa did the emphasis in her last sentence.
"Isn't this the attention you want? want your husband to always take care of you, Mba!"
Nadifa again reminded the two couples with the events of yesterday that he saw.
Galih could only shake his head a very heavy sign of shame and a sign of disagreement if the Gita should stay one roof with them.
With that, he did not think Nadifa would be this wise. Already imagined in his mind, Nadifa will rampage when he arrived at Gita's house maybe he will grab the hair Gita.
Gita was very unexpected, he would face a noble heart woman like this, he really misjudged especially in how the attitude and sincerity of Nadifa.
"Come on Mba, get your clothes done!"
Nadifa asks Gita to pack up quickly, as she feels she is still tired and needs to go back to sleep.
Galih felt that Nadifa was not really saying that from her heart, she was afraid that Nadifa was playing the Gita and herself.
"Alright," Gita went to walk into her room.
Galih hugged Nadifa and hugged her and Nadifa swung her palm to gently caress her husband's cheek.
Galih's soul was still trembling over what he had seen now.
Gita was still picking out the clothes she was going to bring to Galih's house. At this time he felt the passion to get Galih like it would be destroyed because of Nasifa's attitude that was so wise.
"I'm so sorry, so very, very ashamed of a woman as glorious as her! He still treated me without even a single word of harshness crashing into my soul and mind!"
Gita's mind aches peeling, she is able to do all this without paying attention to what will happen behind this.