My mother's nanny
chapter 34

"Think carefully. I don't want my son to be deprived of nutrition and education if you take him with me with meager finances. If your business is done, you can leave, I'm busy." Say Ardi while double-checking the files on his desk.

Diah walks out of Ardi's study limply. Very weak to imagine parting with his son. Obviously she couldn't. But the statement from Ardi is very reasonable, how Diah would suffice if he was just a stick and had no income. Is she really going to? Bring the baby to work, or leave him at the ex-husband's house. Both are equally heavy for Diah.

Ardi sneered at his dizzy temple, no wind no rain, suddenly Diah asked for a divorce. Ardi kept thinking what's wrong? What made her change all of a sudden? Long enough Ardi thought and he still did not get his answer. Ardi was thirsty, he walked out of his study and walked in the kitchen. Take the cold drinking water and swallow it until it runs out.

"Diah went to see mom, she said she wanted a divorce." The voice of the Goddess Mother suddenly shocked Ardi.

"I know."

"Have you spoken yet? What's your decision? Are you getting divorced?" Flocking Lady Goddess impatient.

"I've given her the marriage book she asked for."

"So you agree? The ardi! Don't you want to celebrate this marriage? Your wife has been wrong thinking, you also do not follow dong!"

"How would you like Ardi?"

Miss Dewi looked at her son, Ardi was very obedient to what she wanted as a child's devotion to her mother. And that's the problem now. Diah thinks everything Ardi does is based on filial piety, not love.

"Do you love Diah, son?"

"Is that important now, ma?"

"Of course, Diah thinks you don't love her and is depressed by mama. Tell me if you love her, Di."

"Then?"

Lady Dewi looked at her son, "Diah loves you, Di."

"If it's love, Diah won't ask for a divorce, ma."

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"KTP?" Ardi looked at the face of Diah who was standing not far from where he was sitting on the edge of his bedroom bed.

Diah nodded, though,

Ardi picked up his wallet on the nightstand, then took his ID."What else do you need besides this?"

"That's enough sir, only the ID is left." Said Diah shrewdly, while receiving ID card Ardi. "After this child is born I will go."

"So you're gonna leave him here? What if she needs an asian?"

Diah sighed, after thinking carefully about what Ardi said. Financially, Diah was not at all competent to care for a child. And Diah doesn't deny that.

Ardi smiled wryly, Diah turned around, and said goodbye. Just as Diah stepped on her leg, Ardi held Diah's wrist. Diah sculpted, there was a tremor in his heart that flowed from Ardi's hand.

Ardi pulled the hand slightly closer to her, and Diah's body turned around, in front of Ardi's face the distended belly looked very close and clear. Ardi who was still sitting on the lip of the bed, hugged Diah's waist to get closer. Until Ardi's face touched that distended stomach. Ardi closed his eyes and placed an ear on Diah's stomach, without taking off the arms around his wife's waist. She just let her husband.

Silence in silence together. Enjoy the same feeling they feel. Why do we have to separate if our hearts love each other? Why let misunderstanding run between the two? Diah always thought Ardi never loved her, and just followed whatever Miss Dewi asked. And Ardi who still chooses silence. Why be honest if Diah never considered his honesty of feelings? Everything he did because of care, Diah always considered as a form of devotion to his mother. The word love is no longer meaningful if Diah's perception is different.

"Has she been fussy all day?" Ardi still closed his eyes, hugging his pregnant wife and child.

"No sir."

"He's not lacking in nutrients, is he?"

"No, Tini's mbok cooked a lot of vegetables and fish."

"So he's not short of food?" all the questions Ardi asked were actually addressed to Diah, only, Ardi chose to use the baby jabang. because, if the baby gets all, then the mother also.

"No."

"Is he happy?"

"Surely, everyone was looking forward to the presence." Diah replied, "he was awarded the best father, the loving grandmother..."

"What about your mother?" Ardi opened his eyes and looked up at Diah."Is your mother waiting for it? Is your mom happy?"

Diah's watery eyes, face-to-face with her husband make Diah more and more unhinged. His heart was filled with an endless sense of tightness. Endless pain, why they used to have to get married if it was only a compulsion. If only for a pretense? Diah wants to end this. Diah realized, Diah is not the best showman. He just wants to live with the calmness of his heart. Without guilt or burden on his master, either Miss Dewi or Ardi.

Seeing that Diah was only silencing, Ardi smiled wryly. "Surely her mother was happy, she just acted selfishly and chose to leave."

"Master!" Diah's voice felt very upset Ardi thought it was selfish. Diah even willingly separated from her son just so that Ardi free from this marriage charade, willing to bear the pain alone for the man who is now still her husband. But with ease Ardi mentioned, selfish. Diah's tears were unstoppable. Dropped also by Ardi's attitude and speech.

"If it wasn't for being selfish, you wouldn't have acted this way. I think you're a good woman as mama thinks. Turns out, you're no better than Mila."

Plaque!

Diah clasped his hot hand after slapping Ardi. The hand felt extremely painful as Diah involuntarily slapped the man she loved in silence. Diah's eyes were getting hotter, her chest getting claustrophobic by the pressure of pain that had accumulated there for a long time.

Ardi was still speechless, with a mess of his mind and heart. Getting a slap from Diah, he realized that he had further hurt Diah's heart. The heart of the woman he loved so much, but could not show because of Diah's misperception from the beginning. Why, Ardi had to hurt again and again, the heart of the wife he wanted to take care of?

Diah's shoulders were increasingly shaken, the pain, anger, and disappointment of having slapped her husband's face. Increasingly squeezed out through the self-clear details of his eyeballs. Diah walked out quickly. Since Diah declared for divorce, Diah moved to her room first. When she was still the nanny of the Goddess Mother. Although Bu Dewi had prevented and repeatedly forbade, Diah remained firm on that gluttony. Moreover, Ardi also did not say anything as a form of objection. That was enough for Diah to confirm his intention of leaving.

Ardi was still sitting there. Rubbing his face, and continuing to feel bad, was this the end for him? Does he really not deserve love, either with Mila, or with Diah. He's finally alone.