My Babysitter, My Ex-Love
Husband Farah's affair

...CHAPTER 53...

...Husband Farah's affair...

At six o'clock in the morning Rubi had just woken up, faintly he remembered that last night he was drunk. Rubi was surprised to see a coat that he did not recognize had wrapped his body. Rubies inhale in the smell of that coat.

The very familiar perfume managed to twist the memory of his brain back to remember last night. Where Fadil was carrying his helpless body into his car.

"Do I dream, last night it seemed like Brother Fadil kissed me.." he muttered as he touched his forehead. Rubi's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Kreeeett

The door opened slowly. Rubi was surprised and quickly threw Fadil's coat to his bedside. Because Lyra suddenly opened the door of her room without knocking first.

"I'm sorry, I think you're still sleeping." said Lyra so bad.

"It's okay, Ma'am..."

Lyra approached Rubi with a breakfast tray for Rubies, sandwich bread and a glass of milk. Then he sat down by Rubi's bed. After storing the tray of food on a small table near the sleeping lamp.

"So Ma'am wanted to wake you up, uh you got up first. Let's drink some warm milk first. So that the dizziness goes away.." he said softly.

Rubi nodded with a smile, then grabbed the milk glass in Lyra's hand.

"Thank you very much Ma'am, Ms. Lyra has always been the same concern Rubi.." he said with the kindness of his sister-in-law so far. Because there is rarely a good brother-in-law like Lyra.

Lyra smiled sweetly. "It's appropriate good mother and love you. You're Mas Raffa's sister means you're his sister. Today you just rest, later let Ma'am take Keyla to school.."

"Aren't you sick anymore?!"

"No, Alhamdulillah has gone a bit... Don't think about it, Ma'am. You better think to yourself, eat the bread and drink the milk, so that the body is fit again..."

Rubi. Then take a slow sip of the still warm milk. Rubi sighed after drinking half a glass of milk.

"Oh yeah, Ma'am..."

"Yes?" Lyra turned her head as she was about to leave Rubi's room.

"Last night who took me to bed?" ask her bashfully, while close her lower lip.

"Mas Fadil, he's the one holding you... Try if there is no him. Mbak confused want to ask for help who to follow you... Do not repeat yes Rubi, Ma'am does not want if you arrive at anything.." said Lyra worried. "Do you know what Mas Raffa is angry like?!"

"Yes Ma'am, sorry to make Ms. Lyra anxious..."

Rubi lowered his head and placed the half-living milk glass on the side table of his bed. Rubi moved forward and hugged Lyra.

"Yes Rubi, Ma'am sorry you." said Lyra smiling.

Rubi cries in Lyra's arms. "Mbak Lyra, actually all this time Rubi was in love with Brother Fadil.." he cried out.

"What, so you...??" Lyra was surprised to push slowly on Rubi's shoulder and looked at him in disbelief.

Rubi nodded with tears that kept dripping out. Finally Rubi told Lyra everything, that the man who broke her heart was Fadil.

"What's wrong, Mom, why look so nervous?" asked Fadil, eating also became not calm because he saw the chaotic face of his brother who had not stopped grasak grusuk staring at the screen of his cellphone.

Farah shook her head. "There's nothing, just waiting for Mas Doni's phone." he replied.

Then Farah looked at her sister who resumed her breakfast. "Oh yes Dil, by the way when do you want to propose to Sinta?" tanyanya to the point. Farah just remembered Sinta's request last night.

Fadil chokes on food, hearing Farah's question. "I-I mean Ma'am?" ask after drinking the water.

"You know, Sinta's parents have often asked you. When do you want to marry Sinta?" ask again with a serious look.

Fadil took a long breath. Then shook his head slowly.

"Sorry Mommy Farah, but Fadil is not ready for Sinta's wedding. I told Sinta before, if I don't want to get married quickly.." she explained.

"Fadil, what are you waiting for? Poor Sinta. You used to be the same Lyra wanted to get married fast, right?! Well why the same Sinta even in the outlines and the time is no certainty at all. Inget age Dil! You and Sinta are almost the same age. It's on adults. Dil's marriage from continuing to date, not good at seeing the same neighbors." fickle Farah.

"That's another Ma'am, Fadil used to want a marriage spit because it was a dead love Fadil with Lyra. But to Sinta, Fadil was still doubtful. So that's why Fadil still wants to date first with him." he said frankly. "In addition, Fadil is also still afraid that later it will hurt Sinta's feelings, that I only half-heartedly accept it..."

Farah gave a rude snort, and shook her head. Stare at his sister who is difficult to tell that.

"Now answer your question honestly. Is it because you still love Lyra? Or are you now just the same as the little widow, huh do I just say you Dil?!" be barnaceous.

"Sir, he has a name. Name's Rubi. You better stop calling him that. Because it could be the nickname turned over to yourself Mbak himself!"

Deg

Farah glared, hearing her sister's utterances.

"Eh, you doain Ma'am let the widow too huh?!"

"Not so Mbak, Fadil just does not like the Mbak ngatain continue Rubi! You don't know how her husband was doing at that time? What if it happens in the household life of Ms Farah herself? It's Ma'am, it's!"

Fadil pointed at his own chest. "We are given this God, heart and feelings. So be careful with our words so as not to hurt the feelings of others. The tongue is sharper than a sword. The pain can't go away..."

After giving a little lesson to Farah in order to understand. Fadil got up and went to work, leaving his breakfast unfinished. Because suddenly his appetite was lost because he continued to argue with his brother.

Farah grunted violently. His heart was pounding again. Then Farah took her cell phone and called her husband.

"Hallo Mas Doni?! Mas... Where the hell have you been? It's Doni!" sahut Farah's.

["Sorry yes, Mas Doni is currently taking a bath.].

"Who are you?" Farah was surprised that the one who picked up her phone was a woman.

["End iaa... Susi. I'm Mas Doni's girlfriend.."]

"What did you say?!" Farah swerved, standing up. His eyes almost came out hearing the woman's words.

Seriate...

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