Married a Friend's Husband Because He Was Fuck

Married a Friend's Husband Because He Was Fuck
74: Closing the Story


News Azelia who continued to wait in front of the gate, delivered directly by Bi Ade via telephone WA, making Restu let alone Arnita more reluctant to go home.


“You go directly to Jakarta?” ask Restu in the evening. Arnita, who had just sat by the bed, became upset.


Arnita looked back, there Devano was sound. The half-day effect of playing under the scorching hot sun made the boy's skin much darker.


“For the sake of joint security, ... we have no other choice but that, well, Mas?” arnita. “I'm worried, Azelia and her parents are messing around. They are used to playing!” Arnita still remembers when she was constantly being bullied by Azelia and her family. Yes, if it's just sort of being bullied and reaped. Arnita had almost been abandoned after previously until it was interpreted and dukukkuli.


Restu yawning gradually squatted. His hands held on to Arnita's knees. To look at his wife's face, he had to look up. “You still feel at home here?”


“Actually so,” Reply Arnita. “In fact I also feel, my business with Juan has not been done, Mas.”


“Sama Sita and Missya's mother also, .. I feel my revenge has not been completed. And so did Lia. Especially until this second, Lia has not realized her mistake,” continued Arnita.


Restu nodded in understanding. “Alright then, ... we will still be here,” he said. It's just, of course, he will be much more protective of Arnita and Devano.


***


It had been the third day, but Azelia was still there, in front of the surrounding gate decorated with mats and pillows. Even Azelia seemed to deliberately conduct an impromptu camping even without a tent.


Not wanting to get dizzy, Restu asked Mr. Slamet to turn around. They stopped by Juan's workshop to fill the wind. Different from usual, this time Juan was not excited either. But at the end when Juan was supposed to accept the payment, the man cried for forgiveness to Arnita.


“I'm really sorry, Nit. You need to know, until this moment you're the only one I want. You're the only one I love. In fact, the reason I don't want to marry again is because I'm so sorry I ever made our marriage fail. And I'll only get married if it's the same you!” juan said roaring in front of the glass door Arnita passengers sat.


Finding that, Arnita accidentally lowered her window glass a little. “Thank you for all your injuries, Ju. Because of your wounds too, now I can be with a man who sincerely loves me. Again, .. thank you very much. Because without your selfishness and careless attitude, maybe I won't be as happy now.” This time, Arnita completely closes her story with Juan. He really let go of the pain of even his grudge towards the man.


Realizing that the wife had closed the glass door, Restu, who was sitting next to her, asked Mr. Slamet to go. Their next destination was Sita hospital and Misya's mother was treated.


“You've been feeling a lot more relieved, right?” restu asked Arnita shortly after he grasped his wife's left hand.


“It feels really relieved, Pah!” arnita whispered into tears.


Restu nodded in understanding as he tightened their hands.


Abandoned by Arnita, Juan is only able to mourn the departure of the black Alphard who brought Arnita. Along with that, Juan's heart also wept, regretting what had happened in the past especially regarding the reason his relationship and Arnita ended. Not only when he found Arnita even one room with Restu in the morning which should be their wedding day after the two lovebirds were trapped Sita, but also the incident after that. The incident that made Arnita was looked at one eye, the kottor as well as despicable and one of them by him. Juan viciously treats Arnita like a cheap woman that Juan can touch or even buy.


“I'm really sorry, Nit!” isak Juan then used both hands to hold his face. He gradually squatted without a care for the people in his workshop and still made it the center of attention. Because incidentally, now the workshop is crowded with visitors.


After traveling for almost an hour, they finally arrived at Sita hospital and Misya's mother was treated. Restu and Arnita only go down, both told Pak Lukman, Slamet sir, and Iman sir to stay in the car to keep Devano still sound.


The middle-class ward became his second goal. Together, Restu and Arnita who deliberately wear masks for the sake of joint health, enter the room Melati Sita and Missya's mother undergo treatment. In the room is not only inhabited by Sita and Missya's mother. Because in the spacious room there are two other talent patients.


Mommy Misya and Sita are taken care of by their brother. There are two women who are the age of Missya's mother there, taking care of Sita and Missya's mother. Sita and Missya's mother continue to groan in pain. Both look very tortured. Arnita to think, if given an offer to die, surely Sita and the Mamah immediately choose to die.


Of all the patients there, Sita and her mother's injuries were the most severe. Their lips were both next to each other. Sita lives on the left lip, the mama lives on the right. Not to mention his second appearance which is also no less terrible. Honest reasons immediately make Arnita close their story in his life. Moreover, the groaning of pain and heat both resemble a picture of a small groan of pain from the inhabitants of hell.


“Mas, already. Now I'm sincere. Want them to slander me again until their lips run out, let it be their business with their God,” cf. Arnita shortly after to embrace the arm of Restu using both hands with a friendly.


Restu smiled back at Arnita while nodding. “Karma we made ourselves. They are slander hobbies, yes it is appropriate that their lips are almost finished!” said it.


“Amit-amit far-away such gouged nature!” lirih Arnita while stroking her stomach.


“So, we go directly to Jakarta?” tanya Restu who immediately took the wife away from there.


In the pain of the burns he suffered, Sita who saw the departure of Arnita and Restu, recognized both. Because even though both are compact to wear a mask and not to say hello let alone approach, Sita is sure it is Arnita.


“Nit, .. sorry, yes. Sorry because all this time, I've been so mean to you!” batin Sita who became teary-eyed. Until this moment, his lips are still busy moaning lirih complain of the pain of heat that never decreases, even though a series of treatments he has been undergoing. Even more here, Sita is also not sure, both herself and the mother can still be strong to continue treatment let alone life.