My ex-Ipar Candidate
Rain, Not Rainbows Are the Reason.
"Rain," Radha said in her smile, her eyes staring at the empty street nanar. Raindrops on the outside look beautiful in his eyes, he likes it so much, although rainbows are not the reason.
"You like it?"
"Hem, I really like it."
Radha turned around, looking fixedly at Gian who was focusing on his wheel. A little confused why Gian can hear it, even though he said it so small.
"Same," Gian said later, the man did not take his eyes off. But still what he thought was not only that, but also focused on the Wife.
Enjoying the journey home, Gian cannot forget the unique tragedy of a moment ago. The inner war is indeed quite hot, Radha makes Gian speechless. Laura's shout that was quite electrifying one table was indeed the work of his wife.
"Ehm, Ra .. Can you ask?"
"What, Brother?"
"Laura, what did you do to her, Ra?"
If previously Gian could not demand Radha's explanation because Erick closed Laura's mouth tightly with his palm. He understands Gian's wife needs to be maintained his reputation, and if the two are allowed to fight then Gian's image will be damaged of course.
"Why is my sister asking now?" The look on her face changed instantly, her beauty still did not fade, but it was obvious Radha's annoyance remembered what the woman had said to her.
"Hm, wrong?" Gian further weakened his voice, hoping Radha would not explode as before.
"Not really, but just confused why just now Brother asked."
All wrong, indeed dealing with women who are enveloped in emotions is the most dangerous thing. If not, it will forever be asked. Because Gian couldn't ask Laura who would give an answer that Gian wouldn't believe.
"You have to understand, Ra, no matter how angry don't be like that, honey."
He was just trying to provide understanding, the article even though their uproar was not too clear some people there still made Laura and Radha as the center of attention. Not to mention his girlfriend until grimacing shows how painful, but Gian did not understand what Radha did to his best friend.
"Understand what? He started it, I just responded a little."
Radha growled of course, abstaining from him being pierced. And that's what Laura was trying to do. Laura purposely follows him to the toilet only to convey what hurts Radha.
Unsatisfied with it, when she returned to the table, Laura did not let go of the fierce gaze as if scaring her with sharp beads of eyes. She was no longer a toddler who would be afraid of the threat Laura gave her through her eyes.
Until when he could not hold back any more emotions in his mind. Gathering his intentions, Radha kicks Laura's shin bone which turns out to be right on target.
How the pain, of course, can be explained by a restrained cry from the woman. And with a flat face but so satisfied, Radha did not expect that his legs were really on target.
It was not in vain that he received the shoes that Jelita chose, his strength was enough to bruise Laura's smooth legs. Whether tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, of course it will be bruised, he thought without sin.
"Zura, you haven't answered Brother's question," Gian said, telling his woman, who was drowning in the shadows, I don't know what he thought only Radha would understand.
"I just intended to teach him a little lesson, but it turns out that the shoes that Mama gave me were harder than a stone .. hahah, maybe his shins were almost cracked," Radha said with a crisp laugh.
Gian boughtak, Radha showed he was kicking something. And it can be confirmed that his explanation reveals what Radha did to him.
"Huh? You're not kidding me, are you, honey?" Gian made sure, hoping that if the woman did not hurt other women in such a rough way.
"He'em, what am I writing for?"
"So it's natural that Laura shouted like that," said Gian nodded his head, thinking that his best friend was looking for attention, but after hearing Radha's explanation it was true that the woman was tormented by his wife.
"I don't know, I didn't think it would be that loud either."
The atmosphere that was previously silent, felt warm instantly when Radha's satisfied laughter dominated. If Gian notices, at his age now his wife has no fear of anyone.
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Home, home is the most comfortable place. Right now, the atmosphere in this place did indeed feel alive. Complete, and Jelita ever wanted this. It's just that the mood that is happening now is not what it should be. There was a wound, and he couldn't find a cure.
Haidar did not even sleep before Gian and Radha returned, he just stared blankly. Without a smile, and even Haidar left his stomach empty since earlier. The food Layla prepared was untouched in the slightest, indeed Haidar felt half-lost.
"Haidar, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Hm, I'm not hungry, Ma."
Although without looking, Haidar remained aware of Jelita's presence. Hollowly, the woman crushed her son in scarred garlands. He sighed slowly, pulled the corner of his forced lips and stepped closer to his son.
"You can catch a cold, Haidar."
I don't know what his son expected to deliberately open the window of the room, as if dissatisfied looking at the speck from behind the glass.
Not giving an answer, he also did not say anything when Jelita closed the window. He just wants to feel the peace of the rain covered with the night wind, Haidar does not want such a big thing anymore.
Rain, the thing that becomes a point of memory. When he said hello, eating the girl's smile back in his mind. First love, and first he convinced as the last to like the same thing.
"Ma ...."
"What's up, Haidar?"
"Sister Gian hasn't come home yet?" asked Haidar so innocently looking at Jelita's bead, the gaze was so sweet and Jelita as sick as it stroked her son's soft hair that began to long.
"Not yet, dear, maybe soon."
Haidar did not answer, he just smiled a little. He asked Gian, because he was only worried about Radha. Because what he knows, the woman will interact directly with his speck, even though he does not deserve that deep anymore. Fears of Radha's cold remain haunting.
"Get me a minute, Ma. I-I'm, I'm lonely."
A sentence that Haidar wanted to say, and now it seems more perfect. His smile, going and choosing was not his right anymore. Haidar had such love, but he lost his owner.
"Yes, Mama's here, for you."
Trouble he held, the clear crystal was not able to be weaved. In the arms of the Mama, Haidar let go of her cries. No different, seeing her son tremble, Jelita was only able to tighten her arms.
Indeed he misses, hugging Haidar unfortunately. But, never did he expect a crying embrace like his son now felt. The warm treatment that both of them miss, Jelita wants to be with her son longer.
If he let go, and Haidar returned to his previous life, Jelita feared her son would be worse than this. He had talked to Raka, but this time Raka did not want to make Haidar trapped in the wounds caused by his actions again.
The decision is in the hands of his son, Raka is only able to support what he chooses later. However, Raka has prepared for Gian's future if his youngest son chooses to remain by Mama's side.
The knock on the door of the room was heard many times, Jelita was about to leave her son and take off the warm hug for a moment. However, Haidar shook his head quickly as if he was reluctant to leave even for a moment.
"Haidar I'm in."
The voice sounded clear, Haidar reluctantly opened his response. He didn't even let Jelita open the door.
"Mama, stay here."
Unable to act much, Jelita only tried to give calm. Understand very well that his son now does not want to be disturbed, he is trying to walk on the foot of his wound.
......... Connecting️