My husband was taken by my Twins.
Small cracks

"Bik, Dimas mas same Riana hasn't come home yet?"

"Not yet madam." From the kitchen. Aminah arranged a dinner for her master before he came home.

"Babies are coming home, right?" Rania approached Aminah.

"Yes, madam."

"What is the far away aunt's house?"

"No madam. At least twenty minutes away on the angkot ride."

"There's still an angkot at night like this, bik?" Rania started to take the rice. He was hungry when he arrived home. But, he had to bathe and pray magrib first when he arrived home.

"Still Madam. It's a nightly schedule of the transport from here to my place until nine o'clock in the evening, ma'am."

Rania nodded in understanding. Then, he scratched the pocket of his toad pants.

"It's a fare for a bibik." Give a piece of money fifty thousand.

"No need madam. I've been given Mr. Dimas kok for the cost of boarding his cargo."

"Take the bik. Use it to take a taxi. So, the next morning the aunt can still ride the angkot, return the night by taxi."

"No need madam. My monthly salary is also a lot from Mr. Dimas."

"Who's mother lives with at home?"

"Mistress's spoon."

"family? Son, that husband?"

"My husband died five years ago. And my son has a family." Evidently.

"Then why doesn't my aunt stay here?"

"So my aunt doesn't have to go back home." Rania.

"Can you please, madam?"

"By dong, bik. I'm even glad that aunt wants to stay here."

"Thank you madam. I'll bring my shirt tomorrow morning."

"Well then, auntie took this money for the cost of going home by taxi. And here's more for tomorrow's taxi."

"No need to add a mistress. The cost is quite that." He pointed to the fifty thousand he had rejected.

"Take this too, bik. For the taxi tomorrow morning. Auntie's got stuff, at least a big bag, right?"

"Yes, madam."

"If you ride an angkot does not bother? Take it for the taxi fare tomorrow."

"Thank you so much, madam."

"I'm also grateful that aunt wanted to stay here to help me ease my homework." Rania really likes Aminah. Because Aminah looks like her mother. So, Rania will feel at home there is a mother waiting for her when she comes home from work.

"Then I'll go home, madam."

"Yes bik. I'll see you tomorrow." Rania escorted Aminah until she got into a taxi.

After Aminah came home, Rania returned to the dining table. He would eat dinner first before reading the novel he was told to read immediately.

Her phone shook, there was a call from her husband.

"Hello, mom!"

"Hospital? Who's sick, you sick?" Worrying.

"Rumi?"

"Oh Allah has mercy. When did Rumi get sick?"

"Yes, if that's how I'm going to have dinner first."

"Yes mas. Love you too."

Rania ends her brief conversation with Dimas, who is allowed to go home late because she has to go to the hospital to visit Mr. Radit's son.

"You're the same Rania as a stranger and you're new to Rumi. But, amazingly Rumi is very comfortable when carried by you or Rania." Oceh Dimas who was still amazed to see the incident at the hospital earlier.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Riana immediately asked permission to hold Rumi who was fast asleep. Usually Rumi would wake up right away even if it was Radit's own father.

"Maybe because I have a warm and loving heart." Riana said bragged.

"Is that really so?"

"Maybe."

Dimas approached his girlfriend who was sitting comfortably on the bed.

"Dim, when are you going to divorce Rania?"

"Wait a minute, baby."

"Are you really in love with Rania?"

"No dear. I'll make sure not."

"Then why don't you divorce her, Dim? You know, I'm tired of going on like this. I want to be free of this kind of relationship, Dim." Riana looked very frustrated.

"Give me until next month, baby. Give me a little time to talk about this to Rania."

"I have a plan to admit that I cheated on her and don't love her anymore. Once Rania feels hurt, she will definitely let go of me and you should always be by her side at that."

"What do you mean, Dim? You think Rania will let me by her side after you admit you cheated on me?"

"I won't admit to my cheating you, baby. But I'll pay another woman for it."

"So you want to keep our relationship secret forever from Rania. I'm bored, Dim."

"I want you to divorce Rania so that we can be free from this kind of hidden relationship."

"Yes dear. I'm the same."

"I mean, I'll hire another woman as my mistress. Well after Rania and I got divorced, for a month I would continue acting with that rented woman. After a month, I'll break up with him and look frustrated."

"When times like that, you get close to me and we make it look like we're united because of fate."

Riana smiled happily. He felt Dimas' idea was good too. So, she did not have to bother explaining anything to Rania and did not have to fight with her twin sister.

"I like your idea, Dim."

Dimas stroked Riana's face and hair. While the other hand started to wander around touching the other part of Riana's body. Dimas even wanted to kiss her lover. But before that happened, Riana turned her face away.

"Why baby?"

"I'm tired, Dim. We better go home now." Get out of bed.

"Ok, after all Rania must be waiting for me too."

"Are you upset with me?"

"No. I'm just saying Rania's waiting for me at home." Dimas stepped past Riana just like that.

This was the first time Dimas had behaved like that to her. It made Riana's heart ache.

"Dim, did you make me like ja la ng to you, which you could not ur i when you are passionate?"

Riana grabbed Dimas' arm and made Dimas turn around to look at him.

"What the hell are you talking about." Throwing Riana's hand rough.

"Dim, Dimas.." Shouted Riana who was not touched at all by Dimas.

"Ok fine's. Just watch out for you, Dim. How dare you play me."

"I'll make sure you lose me and Rania. Remember that, Dimas. I'm not betrayed like this."

With hatred and grudge burning, Riana walked out of the hotel. As soon as he arrived at the lobby, he saw Dimas' car speeding past him.

"Bre ng se..eeeeekkkk.." Her screams were held back. His clenched hands tightly held all burning anger, hatred and resentment.

A relationship that looks good just a moment ago, suddenly turned into hatred. That is love, will be a thorn that sticks firmly in one's heart, until when the thorn is lifted, the heart will bleed and leave a very deep hole in the heart of the lovers of love itself.