
Hearing that, Reno's heart grew curious.
"Is that man Siri Intan's husband? but according to Rendi, she is a one-child widower. Whether this widower also likes Intan, I should investigate this," inner Reno enthusiastically.
"Why are you dumb, you must be thinking, Mr. Keano. Aye right? it's useless if you want to compete with him, because he's a very rich man and his good looks are unequaled if on the other side with us," Reno furrowed his eyebrows.
"Even if I'm not as rich and handsome as he is, but I was once in his heart so it's easier to stretch his heart back," Reno was very sure of himself.
"Surely so? have you forgotten what you did to Intan? you were once in his heart, but you also incised the deepest wound in Intan's heart. Not easier, but harder for you. Because women today are principled, they will not fall into the same hole." Rendi tried to advise him.
Reno was silent for a moment without a word. He thought that what Rendi had just said had a point. He is no longer sure of himself.
"Eh, dumbass again? must be thinking about what I just said, right?" Rendi patted Reno's dreamy shoulder.
"Huh, I know dech." Reno pursed her lips.
While at this time Tara felt lonely because there was no Laras and Risky. He daydreams himself on the porch of the courtyard. While we were still, came the aunt.
"Tara, where's the money you promised? three months you haven't paid me." Aunty raised her hand while staring cynically at Tara.
"Bi, I don't have the money yet. Patience a little why?" Tara glanced cynically at the aunt.
"My patience is not a little longer for three months. Aunty's son in the village needs money" Auntie said cynically to Tara.
"Auntie needs now for both aunt's children. And for the cost of returning home, because auntie is not willing to work deceiving your wife again, pity her," Aunt kept her hands up.
Tara got up from her seat, she stepped into the room looking for Laras's jewelry box. He found a box of jewelry that was still complete, and he took it to see his aunt.
"This is for you, aunt. Because I don't have any money at all. This is enough for a three-month aunt's salary." Tara handed the box of jewelry to auntie.
Aunt accepted it, she opened her box of jewels. He widened his eyes when he saw the contents of the jewelry box. There are bracelets, necklaces, rings, and earrings. Each has two different motives.
"This is serious for all aunts?" auntie doesn't believe it.
"Yes, bi. She said she wants to go home too, right? that's for the salary of aunty who had missed three months for the cost of returning home," Tara explained at length.
"Thank you, Tara. Auntie's gonna sell this jewelry first." Aunty left in front of Tara while smiling to herself.
"Every woman is the same, if not money, jewelry. I must be smiling no longer. Only one woman is different, Intan. I never even gave birth at all. Every time I get results from the office, I say to increase capital so that the office is growing, even though every month I give it to Laras." Tara grumbled to herself as she stared at the departure of the aunt who was getting further and more invisible.
For a moment he smiled to himself, as he imagined Intan and Laras living under one roof together as his wife.
"If Intan and Laras can get along with being my wife and live under one roof, it seems like I'm very happy. But unfortunately, at this time Intan is no longer my wife," his grunts smiling and then moody.
"I can't if I linger without my wife beside me, I'd better force Laras to go home" Tara said.
He got up from his seat, and quickly stepped into the garage to pick up his car. Soon he propelled it towards his master rumsh.
The trip is quite long, because the house in-laws are far outside the city. Until it took a few hours before Tara arrived at the door of the house in-laws.
But Tara was surprised, when she found her father-in-law's house deserted. Tara asks the whereabouts of her in-laws and wife to a neighbor near her in-laws house.
His heart was covered with great regret.
"Huh, far away I'm not even samperin. Come on, cape doang the result is zero big!" his grunts continued driving and occasionally banged his wheel and occasionally ruffled his hair.
While in the apartment there is a misunderstanding. Where Keano and Kevin came. Laras thinks that Keano is the husband of Intan's series.
"Hey, um. Can you be fair to your two wives? not just on the legitimate wife, but on the wife of Siri as well. Poor mom, she's less attentive than you. If you can't support two wives, you better not have two wives" Laras nagged when Keano and Kevin came.
"Sorry, who are you? if you say the right thing!" Kevin was immediately carried away with emotion.
"I am the son of Ms. Intan, from her former husband." Answer Laras with his floor.
While Keano just smiled to himself looking at the behavior of Laras who had misunderstood him. Keano deliberately kept silent to see the behavior of Laras.
"Well, why are you silent? answer dong?" Kevin pursed his lips.
Shortly after, Intan came out. Kevin immediately greeted Intan and hugged him.
"Mommy, healthy right?" Kevin smiled at the smile.
"That's healthy, baby." Intan smiled as she rubbed Kevin's cheek.
Seeing such a tender Intan on Kevin, Laras was getting annoyed.
"Mom, why are you still so sweet with this kid? my mother was hurt by her father!" Laras said loudly.
Intan who heard the speech from Laras knitted his eyebrows confused sign.
"Laras, what are you saying? Om Keano never hurt mom, instead he and Kevin always help mom." Intan tried to explain.
"How could she not hurt mom, didn't you ever tell me about mom's husband?" Laras scrunched his eyebrows.
"Yes, kid. But Om Keano is not the husband of the mother series. You've misunderstood, apologize to her." Intan Pinta on Barrel.
The lips of Laras's face flushed with shame. He slowly approached Keano as he extended his hand.
"Om, I'm sorry for misunderstanding" he said, bowing in shame.
"It's okay" Keano received Laras's hand as she smiled.
"I'm sorry for being the same as me dong," Kevin pursed his lips staring sinisterly at Laras.
Laras approached Kevin and reached out his hand but did not apologize at all.
"Sincere apologies donk, as on my papah." Pinta Kevin's.
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