Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Kayla Memorandum Plan (S2)
Alvin was conscious, the doctor also told him that the condition of the man was fine there was nothing to worry about. Even so, men who work as famous photographers must take a few days off to restore health conditions in order to move as usual. The man's job as a photographer has been taken over by his fellow photographers.
"Aren't you planning to move out of here? If you look at the reaction of the people a few days ago, it seems they hold a grudge against you. Rather than the incident repeated the other day, it would be nice to leave this place before it's too late" Alvin said, trying to express his concerns to Kayla.
Kayla thrust a spoonful of chicken porridge in front of Alvin's mouth and replied, "Where else are you going, Vin? This is the twelfth time I have moved house. When compared to other places, here I feel more comfortable and calm. In addition, my business is quite crowded and has had many customers. If I move, then start again from zero."
Alvin opened his mouth and swallowed the food from Kayla's hand without hesitation. "It's better to repeat from the beginning than your life drifting! Don't you see, how angry the people were that night? It's lucky they beat me up, otherwise you might have caught up with your baby-to-be who'd never been born into the world."
Kayla who was stirring food stopped her activity for a moment. Wiping out a sharp gaze was like the tip of a knife that had just been sharpened. "This has nothing to do with my future son! So, please don't bring him on the subject."
Alvin's lips were silent for a moment when he heard Kayla's words. Regretting having re-examined the wounds he had painstakingly buried deep. "I'm sorry, Kay, not to offend you. It's just that I'm not willing if they hurt you. You're trying to fix yourself, they should be helping instead of troublemaking."
Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. "I understand your concern. However, it's been my choice to let me take responsibility for the risks I've taken."
Alvin grabbed a clear glass on the table, then sipped it until the toilet was not left. After that, position the body as comfortable as possible. "Well if that's what you want, I won't force it. If you need help, don't call me."
A smile expands at both corners of the lips of the former famous model. Smiling sincerely made Alvin feel much calmer. "Just relax, I'll call you."
Meanwhile, at Husni's residence, the man who served as RT's chairman was standing in front of a mirror. It had been almost fifteen minutes looking at the reflection ahead while talking to yourself.
"Aargha! Why did my tongue suddenly grow confused when I wanted to convey my intention to come to see Ms. Kayla. Come on, why can you suck like this!" mooed Husni while scrambling his hair that has been combed neatly.
Husni stepped gontai closer to the bed. It's his buttock wrapped in dark brown pants on the edge of the bed. "How to express your heart when opening your mouth is difficult. My God, is this really a sign that I should let go of that woman?" he said softly while staring at the ceiling of the room.
The door of the room opened wide, revealing a middle-aged woman standing in the doorway. Warm smile looking at my beloved child. "You sure you want to take Neng Kayla off just like that without expressing your feelings to her? Are you sure you can be sincere when you see him with another man?" cecar Fatimah's.
Husni shifted her body to the side, giving empty space for her beloved mother to sit next to her. "Of course not sincere. I've been keeping a taste in Bu Kayla since I first met and that feeling is growing more and more. So, how could I possibly be willing to just take him off for someone else."
"Therefore, if you are not willing to immediately express your heart to him. Don't delay anymore. If it's first, you don't have a chance to have Neng Kayla anymore" said Fatimah. Rubbed Husni's back lovingly. "There, meet Neng Kayla now! Tell him you want to make him your companion."
Riding his favorite motorbike, Husni drove his vehicle at medium speed to the Kayla residence. The scorching sun did not dampen the spirit of the widow to meet the woman who had ravaged her heart since a few months ago.
It only took five minutes, he had reached the courtyard of the former model of the homeland. The area of the yard is not so wide but quite beautiful and cool because Kayla plants many trees so that the air around becomes fresher.
Standing in the doorway with an irregular heartbeat. The longer the pounding in the chest the more uncontrollable even one of the important organs for humans it feels like to be dislodged from its place.
Taking a deep breath tried to dare to meet Kayla in person. After feeling quite calm, then Husni reached out to the front knocking on the white door leaf. Waiting a while until it opens followed by the appearance of former models there.
"Wa'alaikum greetings" answered Kayla. "Sir Husni, tumben came here. What's the matter, sir?"
"There's something important I want to talk to Ms. Kayla about. Can I go inside?"
Looking at the question mark towards the tall man before him. Both eyebrows look at each other trying to find out what important things to say.
"Can, Sir. Come on, please come in!" Kayla shifted her body to let Husni into the house.
In the house he is not alone, there are Mona and the two Ikbal men who are asked to guard the residence Kayla as long as Alvin is there to avoid unwanted things. Although Reza and some of the residents involved in the gang have gone to prison to give a deterrent effect, still the middle-aged man who incidentally is the chairman of the local RW wants to ensure the safety of his citizens is guaranteed. Moreover, Ikbal knew that Kayla was the woman his nephew liked so he was obliged to keep the niece's heart.
Kayla and Husni sat across. The windows and doors are opened wide so that people who pass by can see that the two human beings are not doing prohibited acts that provoke the emotions of the citizens.
"If you may know, what important things you want to say to bother coming here," asked Kayla to start a conversation.
"I-it, about ... Mas Alvin," replied Husni. Somehow even the sentence that slid from the lips of the man when he came there not to ask the news of Alvin but to ask Kayla before she brought her family to the house.
You idiot! Why is that even what you say, Husni! Gravely. You really suck! rutuk Husni in heart.
"Oh, about Alvin. May I call Alvin here to speak with you?"
Husni shook his head, then nodded, then nodded again quickly.
Kayla's brows furrowed watching Husni's agitated-looking movements. "Actually, you want to talk about Alvin or something else?"
"Ehm .. i-it .. about-"
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Note: This work is a few more episodes will end and move on to the children's story Arumi, but in a different stage. Next month Insha is just released.