My ex-President My Husband
Finding the root of the problem
Maura had been laid on her bed in a room that had been modified like a royal princess.
Maura is currently asleep, already in Surface Couling (full body compress ), has eaten chicken porridge cooked by Alika and meminumi medicine given by the Doctor earlier this afternoon.
Alika looks very painstaking caring for this child.
Giving telon oil on her stomach and putting on socks to keep her warm, up the blanket to Maura's chest, Alika kissed the child's face, from her midwife and cheeks.
"Cure, baby," said Alika and then stood up carrying her body out of the room.
darrrrrrrr !!!
He was surprised by the figure of Bilmar who was standing for a long time to pay attention to Alika from now on, without his knowledge.
"It's you, ngaggetin' it!"
Bilmar laughed a little.
"It's night, you're not sleeping ?"
"Follow me, I want to show you something!" Bilmar pulled Alika's hand away from Maura's room towards the TV room.
"Remove you, what the hell do you want!"
Alika releases the hand that was held by Bilmar.
"That!" Bilmar pointed to the pile of letters in a small red box, at a glance the letter was blurry no longer visible writing.
But they know very well, what letters are.
Alika was flabbergasted and shocked by the pile of letters there, she dropped herself on the sofa to take the box to reach for her letter.
"Astagfirullohaladzim!" Alika moaned in disbelief, these were the letters she always sent to ask Bilmar news during her time in London.
"And these are the letters that I always send to inform you in Jakarta," Bilmar gave some letters that have been obsolete but still visible traces of his handwriting, to Alika.
Alika took the pile of letters and checked them one by one.
In fact...
no !
Bilmar and Alika just silent, staring at the photo of Alm.Ibu Bilmar displayed in a large frame right leaned in front of them now.
They also understand finally, why this misunderstanding occurs, why they both feel destroyed for years.
"On behalf of Alm.My mother, I'm sorry," said Bilmar softly and heavily.
Alika was still, continuously gulping down her saliva that had gathered inside her mouth, enduring the agonizing pain within her chest.
Both of his cheeks were wet, his lips tightly closed, his hands still trembling holding many letters.
Alika closed her eyes for a long time, trying to forget but difficult, still her chest continued to beat because of the endless pain.
"12 years....!" Alika was unable to continue her words.
Bilmar tried to grab Alika's hand to hold it.
"12 know.I...!" Alika was again unable to continue it and now took off Bilmar's hand violently and then rose from the sofa to the guest room that he had been living in since yesterday.
Bilmar was hit but he was a man who had to think clearly should not be equally washed away by the feeling, he should be able to strengthen Alika.
"Mr...!" Bilmar mentioned the name while removing himself from the sofa.
He did not expect that his mother could do this, without any explanation before then complete their separation properly without flaw and without suspicion.
Bilmar and Alika both believe in Mama..
Bilmar is wrong if he feels, Mama agrees with their relationship, Mama is only happy with Alika's intelligence in helping Bilmar to pass the scholarship test at the best university in London, considering Mr. Bayu has mengultimatum his wife in order to educate Bilmar, while he was in London
Mama, who made these two partners hate each other, curse, curse, not be able to get love back for years.
Bilmar was forced to marry Kanya, due to an arranged marriage from his parents. Making Kanya pregnant is one of the signs of devotion to giving grandchildren to them. To make Kanya pregnant there is no need to use the word love, only forced Lust can make the brand live the household life.