
Hilman quickly descended his private jet impatiently. Actually the flight schedule's tomorrow morning. However, impatient to meet his wife, Hilman decided to return with his private jet which cost quite a lot. For approximately 18 hours finally he arrived in Jakarta, his hand carrying a paperbag at once he wanted to apologize to Risa. Because he was so busy these few days, Hilman's lips became more and more attracted to each corner. He got out of the car and went straight into the house with half a run, Hilman's eyes immediately saw Sintia's mother sitting on the sofa crying. Hilman was confused, and wondered. With a slow step and a feeling of wonder he approached Mother Sintia.
"Assalamualaikum Ma'am," said Hilman.
Sintia's mother suddenly realized, she immediately looked at Hilman with anger and hatred that she had endured these few days.
"Why are you back? Just leave and don't go back to this house!" sergeant Ibu Sintia.
Hilman is increasingly confused about the attitude of Sintia's mother, "Mom, what's the matter?" hilman asked, "Where is Risa Ma?" Hilman circulated his gaze and tried to find the woman he had longed for these few days.
"Risa's gone!" exclaims Mother Sintia.
"Go?" Hilman was very confused and also surprised, "What do you mean by Mom?"
"It's all because of you!" Sintia's mother took out a sofa cushion and directly beat Hilman blindly, "Risa's gone, and this is because of you!!!"
"Go Ma'am?" Hilman was stunned when he heard the leaving sentence that Mother Sintia said, "Where did she go?" the paperbag in Hilman's hand just fell down, "Mom?" hilman's voice began to tremble as he asked Sintia's Mother.
Sintia's mother sat herself down, she kept crying while wiping her tears, "She's back in Italy with her parents, and you know Hilman?" Sintia's mother looked at Hilman's face with sadness, "She left with my granddaughter who is still in her womb" explained Sintia's mother with a wound.
Deg.
Hilman's heart seemed to be racing fast, he suddenly gagu when he heard the words of Sintia's mother, "Mom, what do you mean?"
"What busy are you? Risa cries every day waiting for your return, not eating no sleep, for waiting for you!" furious at Sintia's mother, he got up from his seat and immediately left because he was no longer strong enough to hold back his annoyance at Hilman.
With a chaotic feeling Hilman quickly walked into the room, his eyes looked at his room in such a mess. Starting from the broken phone to the rice scattered on the floor, plus the frame of his photo that broke as well. However, Hilman's eyes saw a small object falling on the floor. Hilman slowly crouched down and picked up the object, "Tastpack?" Hilman also saw two red lines appearing, "Risa...." Hilman gripped the small object tightly in his hand, Risa left with her womb without even knowing.
For a moment Hilman was silent, he seemed surprised by what he now knew. Hilman is very happy with Risa's pregnancy, but now she also feels bad because of Risa's departure. In Hilman's haste to his study, he turned on his laptop and saw cctv footage installed in his room and in the other corner of the house.
For a few days he was busy it turned out that Risa was not okay, and what was said by Mother Sintia was very true. Even when he came back just to want Risa alone looks selfish, because Risa moaning to hold the pain in her stomach. Then Risa waited for him in front of the gate until it rained, and at its peak Risa spoke to her picture frame because she wanted to make a plate of fried rice.
The krang!!!
Hilman threw everything in front of him, including the laptop that was still on. He was upset and angry at him, initially just wanted to focus on working and quickly finish the job but it turned out to make Risa neglected. His mind just wanted to continue with Risa, and he thought Risa was a strong and indifferent woman. Until foolishly he continued to work until finally he could vacation together, visiting both parents while on vacation there.
"Risa, I can't if you leave."
"Italy" Hilman took his cell phone and contacted Niko to immediately prepare for his departure to Italy, while also asking people to clearly find out the address of the residence of the Arsielo Anderson family.
Unable to sit still and wait for Niko regarding the results of their search, Hilman rushed out of the house and headed for the Agatha Sanjaya family residence.
Tin.tinn..
The traffic jam that occurred in the middle of the highway made Hilman furious, he was very rushed but even so many cars were stuck in traffic. After being free from the jams of Jakarta, Hilman again drove his car at high speed. No matter how many road users were upset with him, he continued to increase the speed of his car. Until finally he reached the residence of Agatha Sanjaya family.
"Tante," Hilman immediately entered, he saw Mama Sarah who was playing with Davina.
"Hilman, let's sit down," Mama Sarah was quite surprised by Hilman who came suddenly, even entering without a greeting. Hilman who used to be polite did not usually come in just like that, but Mama Sarah still welcomed me kindly.
"No aunt, I just want to meet Devan" Hilman said, referring to Agatha Sanjaya's residence.
"Devan in Italy with Hanna" replied Mana Sarah.
"Italy?"
"Yes, Lisa....." Mama Sarah looked at Hilman questioningly.
Mama Sarah at first glance does know the story of Risa and Hilman. However, this had nothing to do with him.
"I'm sorry Auntie."
The feeling of being the most stupid husband is now felt by Hilman, a sense of annoyance and regret makes him a fool.
I don't know if she deserves to be called a husband, but what she's doing is beyond her expectations. Want to contact Risa but where, want to see Risa now. However, Italy is not as close as working on the eyelids that immediately make himself meet with Risa. So what can he do now? Deteriorated in regret that made her drift in such a deep wound.
"I'm a useless husband, and a guilty one!"
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I don't know yes friends but lately I feel very much the same writer of novels that already have a lot of fans, sometimes I'm lazy up because I feel writing is not worth it. It's so sad, guys.