IN-LAW
Who's the guy?

Until the afternoon, Aralia did not come home. Call from Varga the umpteenth time he ignored. The woman is now in the library. Being alone without a book at the table. He closed his eyes with his head looking up, both hands folded in his chest. His thoughts were only on his lover Reven. Even Aralia did not take lessons and her three friends did not know that she was in the reading room.

Ck brisik, just disturb his mind to feel the vibrating mobile phone in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing.

Elsewhere, Varga parked her car in the parking area of the campus. Looking for Aralia around campus. Luckily Ilir and Lea passed by him and immediately greeted him.

"Uncle ...," Simultaneously Ilir and Lea called out, making Varga turn around.

"Hi, Ah you're Ara's friend, right?"

"I-iya Uncle ..," replied Ilir, "eh ..sorry Pa-man." Ilir tapped his mouth, not feeling good to call the handsome man with the name Uncle.

"While calling what," Varga smiled kindly.

"If you call me darling can you?" Suddenly the new Cayrol came with a style of centile.

Varga chuckled, "Don't dong ..I'm your friend's husband, you know," Varga said, making Cayrol appear to sneer.

"But Aralia doesn't like good-looking Uncle. The proof is that she already has pac—," Lea silenced Cayrol's mouth which almost said that Aralia has a boyfriend.

"Uncle looking for Aralia? He didn't come in today." Sahut Ilir's.

" Not in?" Varga's confused.

"Yes Uncle, today he is not kampucus." said Ilir.

Varga nodded, he looked towards Lea who was still covering Cayrol's mouth with her hands.

"Lepasin, his friend will run out of oxygen" said Varga smiling.

"Eh?" Lea spontaneously took off her hand and made Cayrol breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sial ...," Um Cayrol was upset.

"I'm sorry then." Varga waved at the three girls and went from there back to her car.

He remembered what Cayrol's friend Aralia had said. Although it is not clear but he understands and understands. That his wife now has a relationship with another man.

Tch, even he's not kampus. Inner Varga started his car engine and left the place.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, Varga returned home without Aralia. This time the number he was calling was off.

He looked annoyed, standing behind the entrance of the house. Waiting for the girl to return. They should have gone home to their house.

"Ara hasn't come home yet, Varga?" Nisa comes out of the house, she looks worried that her daughter has not come back from out there.

"Maybe in a moment, Ma." replied Varga trying to show a calm look.

"The number's not active either, the kid's pissed off anyway."

"Don't worry, Ma. I was already in a closet. Ara is indeed again there are many tasks." said Varga made up.

"Can be at home in the workplace, Varga."

"It should be, anyway,"

An hour later ...

A taxi pulled up in front of the house, and Aralia came out and found her mother and husband waiting.

"Mama ...," said Aralia about to kiss Nisa's cheek. But the middle-aged woman pulled away and curiously said.

"It sucks! Take care of your wife Varga! Mama's upset to see it." Nisa turned inside the house while slamming the door.

Aralia was surprised, she glanced towards Varga who was already looking at her coldly and made her shudder in horror.

"Where are you from?" Ask Varga.

"Campus, where else," replied Aralia indifferently. Varga smiled wryly.

"You sure?" ask Varga.

"Mmm..," Varga looked grim, he pulled Aralia's hand walking into the back garden, away from the place. "What the hell. Leasin!" peekik Aralia tried to remove Varga's grip on his wrist.

Varga took it off rudely, "say where are you from?"

"I told you from college."

"Mom!" Varga snapped, her voice making Aralia surprised coupled with Varga's cold piercing gaze.

"What?"

"Are you really from college or going out with another guy?"

"What do you mean?" Gertak Aralia.

"Sucks."

"I'm the one who sucks or you?!" Varga cupped Aralia's chin, making the girl look at him. "My message was ignored and your call was ignored, and you said I was a bitch? Which husband can accept this, Ara?" Varga let go of her hand violently, making Aralia in pain.

Varga again pulled Aralia, by wrapping one hand around the girl's waist, lifting Aralia's tiny body slightly upwards. He brought his face to Aralia very close.

"Tell me who's the guy you met!" Varga tightened her embrace making Aralia a little hard to breathe.

"Please!" Aralia is shocked to hear Varga's words.

"Say!" Varga tightened her embrace.

"It's none of your business,"

"really? But unfortunately I am still your husband and it is my business to do so" his siss Varga brought his face closer to Aralia, and he could feel the warmth of his wife's breath.

"We agreed on that,"

"deal? I never agreed if there was a third person in our relationship. Understood?" Varga said with a tone of emphasis.

"Say! who's that guy?" asked again, while his one hand held Aralia's chin to keep looking at her.

"Ti-no sister." sizzled Aralia, her voice trembling as if about to cry.

Disappointed Varga, he removed his hand from Aralia's waist. The woman was frightened and lowered her head in front of Varga.

"I know you're lying, I'll give you time to reflect on today, and think carefully about how worried you are when you don't hear from you" Varga said, "Sorry," He felt sorry for his rude attitude towards his wife.

Varga restores her hair with fingers. Trying to calm down, this should not have happened if Aralia had given a reason that could exchange her anger.

"I want to go in first" Aralia murmured while avoiding Varga's gaze.

"Ara ...," Call Varga gently but Aralia chose to ignore him and walked quickly inside the house.

As she was about to climb the stairs, Aralia saw her mother sitting at the dinner table with her hands clenched. Aralia cancels her ride and approaches Nisa at the dinner table.

"Ma," Lirih Aralia, took Nisa from her mind. As soon as Aralia saw his sour face back again.

"I'm sorry I made you anxious,"

"Of course you should apologize, Ara. And not just your mom but your husband who's been spending time waiting for you anxiously. Mama wants to ask, are you going to be like this in your in-laws' house?"

"Ma .., Ak-a,"

"That's it. Mama's disappointed in you." Nisa moves on from there leaving Aralia to the living room.

Back sitting on the sofa, taking a breath and trying to calm his mind.

"Mama hasn't slept?" Varga, who had just come from outside, asked as she approached Nisa, her father-in-law.

"Oh you're Varga?" Nisa took a breath and then exhaled violently. "Aralia pisses me off."

"Already ma, Ara was clear. There's a college assignment to be put together today and he and his friends are working it through to the end." Varga tries to win her in-laws' heart despite having to lie.

"So my mom was annoyed to see it. His attitude is arrogant. Varga I don't think Aralia needs to go to college, mending .., what if you add a child."

"Eh ..." Varga surprise.

Aralia silently overheard the trial feeling upset. He immediately left the place to go up to his room.

"Lagianca has also wanted a year, Bianca can be treated equally besan and I alternately. How's it?" Nisa looked at Varga.

"I-I randingin used to be with Aralia, Ma. She'll be pregnant anyway." God, how do we want to have children, our relationship is complicated.

"You how the hell is Varga? Just try it yourself, he won't agree. Make it look like it was an accident."

"Ah ...?"

"Ah you are, don't wear a shield" said Nisa, leaving Varga speechless like a fool.

Aralia combed her hair that was still alkaline, from the tip of the girl's hair there were still water droplets that made the clothes on her shoulders wet.

Varga went into the room, looking at Aralia who was still standing in front of the mirror with a sad mimic and fear. Varga approached and picked up a towel hanging on the back of the chair. Varga dries Aralia's hair back. The woman had refused but by forcing a little Varga managed to overthrow Aralia.

"Eih, dry it until it's completely dry otherwise you can catch a cold later. Don't always be a bitch, okay?"

After drying it, Varga pulled Aralia's hair. Tidying his wife's bangs and looking at Aralia who was also looking at him through the mirror. Their gazes briefly met but Aralia immediately turned her gaze in another direction.

Varga smiled, "sleep, you must be tired." said Varga, taking a breath while taking a pillow and moving to the sofa. "Night, Ara." he muttered as he closed his eyes trying to sleep.

Aralia looked towards Varga, she recalled how the man was angry but with a flash the man was able to soften his heart.

"What kind of person is he?" Aralia murmured, sitting on the bed while staring at Varga.