
Mrs Sanio was tidy that morning. He didn't know Dario didn't come home last night.
Early in the morning he called his besi, Maria Adams to come. He said there was something important.
Celia came out of her room and came down. He's feeling hungry.
"Hi, Ma," he said in his cheerful tone.
Mrs Sanio didn't look at her. That greeting he just ignored.
"Where's Dario?" ask her coldly.
"don't know. Last night I didn't go home" Celia said.
"Aren't you calling? You're not looking?" Noyonya Sanio said cynically to her.
Celia fell silent. Not usually his in-laws say that sesinis to him.
The waiter approached her. Mrs Sanio coded her with a nod of the head. They went upstairs. Celia looked at them in wonder.
Not yet Celia asked, the waiter came again from the front. He brought his mother to come.
"City, besan. It's getting fresher apparently your appearance," he said in praise. Maria Adams approached her, feeling strange that Mrs Sanio would not normally ignore her.
"Sit here" he commanded coldly.
Maria Adams sat with a tense face. He glanced at Celia who looked just as confused.
Mrs Sanio sat in the main seat of the dining room. Celia and her mother sat face to face.
A chocolate map in his lap he now throws into the middle of the table.
"Look at yourself" he said with a cold look.
Celia shaking. Ah, is it possible that Dario has complained about his affair? He looked panicked and pale.
Madam Sanio laughed cynically. He glanced towards the iron. "Look at your son's behavior" he said curiously.
Amalia Adams grabbed the map. He opened them one by one. His hands are shaking. He saw Celia in front of him who was as afraid as he was.
"Ma, I can explain that..."
"Enough," said Mrs Sanio cutting off the conversation.
Celia fell silent. He grabbed the map and with trembling hands, he examined it. His heart was like jumping out. It was unexpected that Dario would go so far.
"Dario didn't come home probably because of disgust. He said the divorce papers were ready. Let me call his office if you've been kicked out and you can go back to your mother's house, "he said firmly and undeniably.
"Ma, please. Give me some time to go..."
"That's enough" he said without being negotiable.
The waiter came down with the suitcases. It was Celia's clothes and some of Celia's things.
"Ma, what is it? Ma, explain," said Celia in a panic. She even wears her sleep dress.
Maria Adams looked silent and down. Red face. Obviously his son is guilty. How he will defend her.
"Bring to Madam Maria's car. Tell the guards to watch until they get out of this house and can't come back again" he said.
Madam Sanio walked leaving them towards her room. Celia tried to grab his hand to beg. But the hand was put away.
Mrs Sanio was furious. He was staring overnight. Infidelity is unforgivable. His family name has been tarnished. Let what people say. Let Dario choose his own path. He did not want to keep such a woman in his house. She did not want her late husband's estate to be used to tease her daughter-in-law with another man. What kind of woman does such dishonor?
***
Madam Sanio grabbed her phone. He called Dario's new secretary.
"Dario to the office?" tanyakanya.
"No, Ma. Probably not. I don't know either. The schedule is empty today," the woman replied timidly. Mrs Sanio is scary for some people.
"The number cannot be reached. Tell him to come home soon. Tell me the bad woman has been expelled. It's just like that, tell her" said Mrs Sanio.
The big madam hung up her phone and sat her down next to her luxurious and classic dresser. A photo of her late husband.
"Sorry, Pa. I can't keep their marriage. Let's split. Maybe not a match. Let it go" he said sadly.
Of course the photo did not answer. It's just a dead thing. The person in the photo is dead too.
Omar Axton drowned in a lake and died years ago. A dark secret that has not been revealed much. The mystery of Dario's bad mimipi-mimoi all year long has now grown up.
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Forgive reader. This time a little short first Tomorrow will update a lot. Because now the author is busy in the real world.
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