I'm the One You're wasting
Not Intentionally Meeting Again

Witma and Reka reflexively turned towards the door, where Endang was already standing with an indecipherable gaze.

"Tell Witma that if you're willing to marry Lisa, the girl who was born into a distinguished family, it's not a definite disease that she can give you offspring, because she's not barren!"

"Mom, don't say that, Witma isn't barren. Witma also does not have such offspring," said Witma defended himself, because the plan that is expected to defend himself is just silent. "Let time will answer, I pray enough because the prayer of a Mother penetrates to the seventh heaven." Witma took a breath, until a few seconds later she exhaled slowly. And he said, "So that the little angel may soon be present in this womb." Witma smiled as she stroked her flat stomach.

"You go back and pray, if you are barren, you will remain barren! Yes, God will leave a child in your womb. You don't dream!" Endang's gaze looked cynical. "Just you have to let them marry again, there is no word of rejection because this is also for your good."

"No Ma'am, no time, Witma will never let Mas Reka marry again." Witma felt Endang was really outrageous, she never expected her mother-in-law would change drastically after she and Reka got married. Whereas in the past when they were still dating Endang so good to Witma.

"Is this how your mother educated you? No respect for the older one, cuih .. it turns out that Reka was completely wrong in choosing a wife." Endang closed the door of the room very roughly after saying that.

Witma again stroked her chest, she felt her patience should be expanded again. Because facing his mother-in-law requires an unlimited supply of patience. "Mas, can't you just defend me a little bit? I didn't mean to make you disobey Mom." Witma looked at the ceiling of her room, so that her tears would not spill back. "I just want to, you say that I'm not barren and also stop telling Mom to keep asking you to get married again."

The designer replied, "I will still take my side with my mother, if you object to what she has said, please just go home to your mother."

"Mas, what are you saying? Why are you even saying that?" Witma did not expect Reka would say that to her. "It's a lawful marriage in Religion and the State, don't make toys."

"The mother who had worked hard to raise me, and now you tell me to fight her. I'd better just throw you out, you little girl don't know yourself." The designer then snatched the jacket whether he wanted to go where. However, right at the doorway he stopped his footsteps just to say. "Basic! A woman who is not very grateful!"

"Mas, I don't mean that. If my words are less pleasing to your heart, please forgive me," wirily bowed Witma lethargic with tears dripping down.

"Have it, I'd rather just leave than stay here to make my blood boil" said Reka who slammed the door.

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"I don't want to serve you anymore. Already unable to pay the pretentious want to invite me to stay at the hotel," Lisa grumbled at the man in front of her at this time.

"Lis, just this time. I really need warmth from your body" said the man. "Come on, I'll pay as usual."

"I still don't want a Baron!" Lisa snapped at the man named Baron. "Before I scream." Lisa threatened the Baron.

The baron laughed. "Lisa did you forget? This place is so deserted where there are people who will help you." The baron starts to approach Lisa.

Lisa frowned after noticing

baron Speech. He also retreated because he saw the Baron approaching him. "Don't think of anything like a Baron, I can shout so loud that people hear me."

"I won't do anything Lisa, as long as you serve me once, I promise to transfer the money if I pay you later." Baron pulls Lisa's waist. "Here you go, you're pretty down if you don't want to go to the hotel." Then Baron lifted the dres that Lisa was wearing.

"Hotel your eyes" Lisa sizzled. "Away to the hotel you'll ask me to pay for it with my own money." Lisa shook Baron's hand. "Get out of my presence, for I want to go home." Lisa dares to brush off the Baron's hand because she sees someone she knows from a distance heading towards her.

"Lisa seben—"

"Please ... please .. please, someone wants to meng*saku!" Lisa screams for help cutting off Baron's words. "Please, whoever's in there, come quickly and help me." Lisa quickly tore off her own dress so she thought it really wanted to be made*sa.

"What's this Lisa, aren't you a ma— woman" Again Baron's speech was interrupted when a hand-grip-sized stone hit his leg.

"Fuck, stay away from him. Before I finish you off!" yell Reka.

"They help me … ." Lisa ran and just ran into Reka's arms.

"Go, if you still love your life." The plan returned Lisa's embrace.

The baron who knew who Reka was without saying a single word just left. Because he did not want to deal with the famous Raya as the men of one of the most feared thugs.

And from this time the relationship between Reka and Lisa began to intertwine.

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A few months later.

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A thread of sweat began to drench the bed in an elite hotel room in the center of the city. The warm air still enveloped two people who were mixing love on the bed. Looks like Reka is enjoying the body of a woman on it. The state of the woman looks resigned with every touch and movement that Reka do.

"They, how long will you hide me from your stupid wife?" ask the woman who turns out to be Lisa. The woman that Endang brought to his house a few months ago. "I want you to marry me as soon as possible, because I'm tired of this continuing to be a mistress, as well as your lustful lover!"

The designer felt annoyed to hear Lisa's words, making his passionate desire now instantly disappear. The design also released their union by moving from Lisa's body. "Wait for the right time, I'm not ready to do what you just asked," said Reka held her breath for a moment, until finally he exhaled it very roughly. "Please be patient, I promise to marry you."

"Please tell me, it's been six months of design, we've been in this illicit relationship with no strings attached. Anyway I want you to marry me soon!" pinta Lisa with a face full of emphasis. "Wikah siri does not matter, as long as I and you can not hide together anymore as it is today."

Lisa chuckles at the words of Reka. He said, "Whoever or not, you and I should get married." He then smirked in satisfaction after saying that.

The designer ruffled his own hair with a huff. He then replied to Lisa. "Give me some more time, please." I hope Lisa gives it more time. But it turns out Lisa remains clean with her stance.

"I can't wait too long for Reka, please help you understand my current situation. Because I'm … ." Lisa deliberately hung up her sentence and gave something to Reka.

"Why you?" ask Design while picking up the little thing Lisa gave me. It looks long and has two red lines in the middle. He looked at Lisa with a confused look. "What does all this mean?" ask Reka once again with a lung sound.

"I'm pregnant," Lisa replied without looking at Reka. "In a moment you and I will bear the title of parents" he added.

"Say this isn't true." The design lifts the test pack. "Where can you get pregnant so soon, while Witma until now has not been pregnant."

Lisa chuckled amusedly as she said, "That's because your stupid woman is a barren Reka!" Lisa's tone of voice sounded so mocking.

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"Today, I have a wedge, you know what to do?" Endang stood behind Witma who was cooking for lunch.

"Yes, Mom, so .. Witma should cook anything?" ask Witma.

"Good cooking, so that your friend does not come here." Endang turned around after saying that but Witma quickly held onto Endang's wrist. "What else is it?" Endang brushed off Witma's hand violently. "Quick say! Mother's time is too precious to serve you."

Witma lowered her head before saying, extending her brushed hand earlier. "Money, where's the side dish, ma'am?"

"Begging the same Reka, didn't he already have a steady job, surely now he has a lot of money!" Endang's voice sounded unfriendly five-star. "Wait for what else? Find a plan to work now!" exclaims Endang ordered Witma to go find Reka.

"But, Mom … ."

"Nih the address, you just look for the design there," said Endang while sharing a knotty smile.

Witma picked up the little paper that Endang gave her. "Hotel, isn't this just on the edge of town?"

"Yes, you better just go. The hotel is not too far away. The design works there as a part-time cleaning service" Endang told Witma. "Oh, yeah. Another one just use your money for the fare," Endang said and immediately left after saying that with a happy feeling.

"Cleaning service, Doesn't Mas Reka always say that he only works in a workshop?" Witma wondered in her own mind. While cleaning the kitchen table that was dirty from cooking.

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"Excuse me, is there a cleaning service worker here named Reka Akram?" witma asked hesitantly at the receptionist who was in front of her at the moment.

At first Witma was hesitant about Endang saying that Reka worked at the hotel, but after a long time thought he finally believed it because lately, Reka always came home late than usual. "Is there?" ask Witma again.

The receptionist looked at Witma from top to bottom and said, "Sorry, Mom. There is no cleaning service worker named Reka Akram." The receptionist showed a list of names of anyone who worked there as a cleaning service to Witma. "Mom can see for yourself" he continued.

Witma looks confused. "So, according to Mbk, my husband doesn't work here?" Witma picked up her phone whose LCD was already cracked. "This is my husband Ma'am, try to see." Witma immediately showed some photos of the design on her phone. "Do you know or have you seen my husband?"

The receptionist seemed to be remembering. "Again sorry, ma'am, we don't know your husband and he's not a cleaning service worker here" the receptionist explained.

"All right, then I'll excuse you. Maybe I got the hotel wrong" Witma said. Which then turned around but suddenly he accidentally hit someone behind him where the perfume he was very familiar with.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Walk while playing cell phone." The soft voice that used to make Witma feel comfortable now rubbed the recesses of his heart again. "You're okay, right?"

Witma lowered her head because she knew whose voice it belonged to. "Sir Arash, Witma who should apologize" said Witma lirih.

When he found out that the one in front of him right now was Witma, Arash just invited Witma to talk. "What are you doing at the hotel? And where's your husband?" tanyakanya.

"Mas Reka .. is in my house" replied Witma. "Then Witma goes home first."

"Wait, isn't that your husband?" arash asked as he saw Reka walking towards them while holding hands with Lisa.

Witma turned her head and could see clearly that Reka was currently with Lisa they looked like lovers. "I-iya, i-it's Mas Reka ...," replied Witma stammeringly.

"Yes already, brother still has business. Assalamualaikum." Arash rushes away because he doesn't want Reka to see him.

Witma tried to look ordinary and answered Arash's greeting. "Wa'alaikumussalam."

Seriate.