Miss Alexa
Scorching

Shakti walked up to Alexa, bending her knees to get a closer look at her sobbing wife.

"I'm sorry, Ay." asked Shakti, he meant to wipe the face of the veil that is now partially covered with the tiny fingers of its owner.

The man looked at the woman who now looked so hurt and felt sorry. He shouldn't have yelled at his wife, or behaved so violently.

"Ay, I'm sorry! Please don't cry anymore!" shakti said with a soft word. He no longer knew how to stop his wife's crying.

The man decided to sit on the floor and leaned against the teak wooden nightstand. Both hands are now growing on both feet that are in the bend. His chest ached as the sobs continued to echo in his ears.

In the office there are some problems that are quite strange to make the man who currently looks chaotic is easily ignited emotions.

"Well, I didn't mean to yell at you. I just want you to understand my position. Dinda needs help. Where I might not care. I also saw his leg bruised." Shakti is still trying to explain, even though there is no answer from Alexa.

The mood is now changing quietly. Alexa's sobs are starting to be heard no more. Lasting, the woman got up and rubbed her two swollen eyes.

"Ay.. speak. You can be angry with me. But don't just shut up like this." said Shakti by trying to take the small hand, but Alexa immediately brushed it off. The woman whose eyes were puffy walked towards the bathroom.

Shakti is still waiting for Alexa to come out of the bathroom. There was nothing more worrying than his wife's silence. He could no longer predict what Alexa would do later.

Several times he took a deep breath to expel all forms of his unrest. But still he has not calmed down because Alexa has not been out of the bathroom since.

Restoring her hair, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. Shakti intends to knock on the bathroom door. But, as he was about to raise his hand, the bathroom door opened. Alexa already looks fresh with vanilla fragrance that sniffed so sweet on the nose.

"Ay, I beg you. Speak...!"

"Everything will not be finished with just silence." persuaded Shakti to chase after his wife who stopped in front of a dressing table mirror.

"Keep I should talk to you what? There's nothing to talk about anymore, right? Just take care of it's your villager that you consider innocent." Alexa's sentence makes Shakti silenced he will not talk anything even though he actually wants to refute all the rage Alexa. Especially when you see the puffy eyes back glazed with glass to resist crying. Shakti chose to step down and not discuss it anymore.

Alexa put her body back on, this time she was wrapped in a blanket. The atmosphere was back in the room. Shakti could only stare at his wife from the sofa where she was currently sitting her tired body.

For several hours they were still silent with their own thoughts. From his seat Shakti kept staring at his wife even though Alexa did not turn her head at all. Until finally, berahan Alexa really do fall asleep.

"Oh my goodness, Ay. If you are angry!" shakti said by rubbing his face again violently.

"I didn't mean to yell at you either, Ay. I just want you to understand my position." muttered Shakti until finally there was a knock on the door from outside his room.

The man then stood up and opened the door of his room it was Pak Agus who knocked on the door of his room.

"Mas, dinner's ready. And thank you for helping your son." said Mr. Agus.

"What's Dinda's condition?" ask Shakti.

"It's much better after it's sorted. Now Dinda I ask to be home first."

"Ohh... "

"Then excuse me, Mas." said Mr. Agus.

Shakti closed the door to her room. He decided to take a shower first to relieve his fatigue. But she hasn't been in the bathroom yet, Alexa's phone is ringing.

Shakti decided to approach his wife's phone lying on the nightstand.

"Yes, Pa?" answer Shakti when opening the Alexa phone screen.

"Where's ale?" hans asked as he looked at his daughter-in-law's face.

"Alexa is asleep" Shakti replied with her heart racing. The man pointed his camera at Alexa.

"Tumben Ale sleeps at this hour." Hans muttered but was still heard by Shakti.

"He's tired like him, Pa." Shakti replied with a slight hesitation.

Tired of crying

shakti murmured in his heart.

Just try it if her in-laws know her daughter's eyes are swollen, she can be pounded a second time by the man who always looks at her cynically.

"All right then." Hans immediately closed the call. Shakti breathed a little.

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Agam decided to bring Laras and God to his mother's house first. I hope before officially registering the marriage. Agam hoped that Bu Dita could accept Laras and the Gods.

"Sir, whose house is it?" tanya Dewa is still in the sling of Agam. The boy pointed towards his mother's house.

Agam held the God and one hand now clasped Laras' cold hand as they walked into his mother's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" said Agam who then got an answer from the kitchen.

With a hasty step Bu Dita looking for the source of the arrival of sound. And at once his steps came to a halt, when he saw a little boy in his son's arms and next to him standing now the woman he had once known.

"How are you, Mom?" greeting Laras with a trembling voice, his hands squeezed each other into the two dresses he was wearing to slightly dispel his anxiety.

"What do you mean, Gam. Why did you bring them here?" tanya Bu Dita looks so angry at Agam.

"I'm married to Laras, Ma. This is the God of Mama's grandson." said Agam by lowering the God and asking his son to salim at Utinya.

"No, Gam. Mama won't admit this kid's Mama's granddaughter." Bu Dina flicked her hand as the Gods were about to take the wrinkled hand for salim. Getting such a reaction the God immediately cried and turned to hug his Father.

"Ma, God is not guilty." persuaded Agam.

"But he's a bastard." Hearing that sentence, Laras could not bear to cry. But Agam immediately grabbed him so that he could calm down a little.

"God is not wrong. We were both wrong. So, Agam please don't say that to my son, Ma." Agam immediately brought back God and Laras out of the house.

"We're going to stay married. We will correct our mistakes in the past." whispered Agam as they walked back to the car.

"God wants ice cream? That was like yesterday you bought it right on the road." Agam bargained when they were in the car. The boy immediately stopped his crying and nodded happily.

The gods only felt ice cream yesterday, when Agam bought it when they were resting on the road.