Missing Room
Episode 83

"Not slept?" mas Pras asked as he entered the room, seen next to his hand there was a glass of milk and slowly with one hand that was free he closed the door.

"Not sleepy yet" I said as I shifted my body to the side of the bed giving her a place.

On the phone I've been holding already showed at half eleven p.m. Besides I was not sleepy yet, I also intentionally waited for him. Because if I fall asleep when I'm together with him won't be long, tomorrow morning he'll go to the airport.

"Drink first," said Mas Pras, offering me a glass of milk.

Without rebuttal I straightened it even though a fishy taste and smell was glowing in my mouth.

"I'm not good," I complained after taking a stand and thrusting back an empty glass at him, but Mas Pras actually shook his head and one hand moved to shuffle my hair before putting the glass on the nightstand.

"At night let's go to sleep" he said, who wanted to stretch himself but was undone because his hand was now outstretched wiping the corner of my lips that contained milk. Sontak made my eyes buy his treatment.

"Willfully?" he said with a big smile.

Suddenly I shook my head. "Where is it possible?" my husband refused, he said. Really being treated like this makes my heart pound, especially Mas Pras thinks I drink a cane on purpose, which obviously does not.

"Your phone sounds," said Mas Pras with eyes pointing at the phone that was on my lap that was ringing.

But when I saw the name of someone on the screen immediately made my face pias.

"Why not get caught?" asked Mas Pras again because I never picked up the phone, let alone saw my expression that seemed to change to make himself straighten his body, which then forced to take the phone from my hand.

The ringing of the phone stopped and what I saw Mas Pras' face seemed to turn flat plus there was one notification indicating there was an incoming message, which was immediately opened by him.

"You're still in touch with this guy?" ask her with a flat face.

"Mas—I can explain," I said.

"She's planning on taking you to live together after we're separated. In Singapore!" I threw my phone in the middle of the bed.

My eyes that were originally staring at the phone are now back towards staring at Mas Pras with glassy eyes.

"That's not what Mas thought," I said trying to grab his arm but Mas Pras was in a hurry to get out of bed.

"It was only a few hours ago that you said you trusted Mas. And now it feels like Mas hesitated to trust you back," he said with a raised voice.

"Mas, Anna hasn't said anything to Adrian" I admitted.

Mas Pras snorted then threw his gaze in another direction. "Mas won't be able to maintain this relationship if you keep in touch with that man."

My body was squeezing, I firmly shook my head trying to resist it. "Mas—"

"Or stay here and you end your relationship with that man. That's your only choice" he said, then headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I said raising a voice that stopped his steps. Immediately I got up from the bed, walked quickly to block his steps that were about to leave the room.

"Mas can be angry with Anna. Anna has admitted wrong. But don't look at this— don't let Anna down. Anna apologized. Give Anna a chance to fix this," I said grabbing and gripping her two arms. I insisted and said solemnly even though Mas Pras did not look me in the face.

My tears are flowing. "Mas can scold me, just don't silence me. I beg you," said I who tried to hold her.

But immediately Mas Pras took off my embrace which made me cry even harder, no matter my screeches echoed throughout the room.

But what happened this time Mas Pras cupped my face and said, "You sure you're going to leave that guy?" And in my stuff I nodded in response to him and then thrust into his arms.

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