Heartless Love Srita
Srita Go home

Last night Srita didn't sleep well. He woke up in the middle of the night. Why his mind was always on the family he had left for days. Anybody can close their eyes for a moment must wake up again.

By morning he was determined to go home. He was worried something was happening to his family. After rounding off his resolve he was able to fall asleep for a moment before the sun finally appeared.

When he awakens, he doesn't find Bagito. He got up and stepped into the kitchen. There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Apparently Bagito was in the bathroom.

While waiting for , Srita attacked the hot water in the teapot. He's planning on making coffee for Bagito.

I heard the door open. Bagito came out of the bathroom wearing only a waist towel.

"You're awake, baby. I saw you sleeping like I didn't hear you wake up" Bagito saw that a cup of coffee was on the table. He sipped a little. The coffee is still very hot.

"Yes, I woke up a few times last night. My mind is not good. It's hard to sleep. When I could sleep it was morning. So bad luck is like this"

"Why? Less of our game last night? Later we repeat again if less" with flirtatious Bagito poking Srita's chin

"No, not mas"

"You don't be shy Srita. I'm willing to hee... hee...." Bagito came closer and then took a v*k and menci*mi Srita's neck

"Betul mas is not because of that" Sita asserted

"Why then, dear?" While still*mi Bagito asked

"I thought of my family. Why but I'm worried something's going on"

"That's probably because you think of them before you go to sleep. Hence get carried away and disturb your mind" Bagito stretched his bullet.

"Mas, I went home this morning. I'll make sure my family is. I'll take care of my divorce"

"Don't you. You will be there long. I how? Did I not make you happy, did I not make you happy?"

"No, I'm happy with you. I p*as with your game" Srita smiled sweetly "I promise I'll come back to you again. I prefer you over my husband"

Hearing Srita's words, Bagito smiled. He returned to v*k Srita.

"We played again this morning before you came home. We're gonna have fun. I've been hooked on playing games with you Srita"

"Later my son wakes up"

"No will. Your son's been up all day"

Without a long time Bagito has stripped Srita clothes. The towel she was wearing had also been removed from her waist. He guided Srita towards the living room. This time they did it in the chair in the room. They're replaying a game full of ken*satan last night. Bagito as if he had never p*as. Want again, again and again. During Srita's stay at Bagito's house, how many times have they done things that they should not. They both forget the land.

After twice sipping ken*satan peak. They both fall limp.

Bagito looked at Srita

"I love you baby. Don't you go long, or I'll follow you if you're there too long"

"Don't! I promise I will solve my problem soon. I'll take care of my divorce soon. You're gonna marry me, aren't you?"

Srita asked as she looked at Bagito's face

"certain. Don't you trust me?"

"I believe"

"Lady..." The voice of Srita's son called.

They rushed to pick up clothes that were scattered.

"You take care of your son, I'll take a shower and buy you breakfast while I book you a car"

"Yes mas. Later after breakfast take me to the intersection ya"

****

Once at the intersection Bagito car stop downhill right Srita.

"Yes mas" Srita answered with a smile

"I'll kidnap you if you stay there long ha.haa.haa" Bagito said with a laugh.

Srita had boarded the car that was slowly speeding on the road. Because the passenger is full he sits his son in his lap.

"Mom, are we going home?" Sol asked

"Yes we're home"

"Hore went home to Mbah" he shook his body happily

"Sit well later fell" Srita fixed her son's seat.

"Mom, we're not going to mom's friend's house anymore huh. I have no friends there. In Mbah's house there is brother Marsa, there is a father, there is also Mbah" the boy took out his uneg-unegnya with language that is still decapitated.

"If you don't want to come with me, you're just like your father. Staying at Mbah's house" Srita replied.

secil's face turned grim when his mother said she wanted to be left at Mbah's house.

"Not talking about it. Someone else will be disturbed"

A child of the same age is forced to understand the wishes of his parents.

"You're playing with Marsa's sister, Mom"

"Yes later when you get to Mbah's house, you can play. Now sit down well first. Just drink milk" Srita gave a bottle of milk to his son and half lay Little's body on his lap.

After finishing a bottle of milk, the boy began to dim his eyes. Travel conditions make his eyes easily sleepy. Srita who was tired because of his activities this morning and lack of sleep at night also felt sleepy. He leaned his head and closed his eyes. Not intending to sleep for fear of her child falling from her lap.

As she traveled further and further away from Bagito's residence, Srita began to think about what the situation at home would be like when she arrived. As long as he ran away from home he never once tried to give news to his family.

What did my husband do when he found out I ran away from home. He was looking for me and worried about me. I hope this news doesn't reach my parents. Maybe they were looking for me at my father's house.....

Just let him go if he's looking there, he's the one my parents blame the most. You cannot make me happy. I am tired of living hard. You're not paying attention to me either. As a woman, I want to live happily.

But....

If they ask where I've been all this time. Huhh.... Hopefully this kid doesn't talk much when people at home ask.

Because so sleepy, Srita finally fell asleep. The car he was riding in continued to drive towards the village he lived in. A trip of about two hours will take him back to his home. He went to his father-in-law's house where he lived with his family. All thoughts about what will be like when he comes home will be forgotten for a moment by the drowsiness that afflicts him.

"Excuse me mbak" someone held her shoulder.

"Yes..." Srita woke up from her sleep

"I want to ride through. Want to get off" the passenger who was sitting in the middle bench next to Srita explained.

"Oh yeah, a minute." Srita got off while holding a secil to give way to passengers who want to get off.

At first glance Srita looked around, it was near where she lived. His heart began to thump. Imagine going to meet her husband who could be in a state of anger, or maybe his in-laws who will also be angry.

After re-entering the car, Srita began to catch her breath slightly calming her heart.

Why am I being like this. He said in his heart.

In about 5 minutes he will reach his friend's house where he left his motorcycle. Hope Ainun doesn't wonder much.

Finally for various reasons he had taken the bike and was driving towards the direction where he lived.

Twenty minutes The time he took to get to where he lived felt quite fast.

"Serita!!!!!"

A loud voice greeted Srita when she had just turned towards her house.