My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 37

Hanan mrmijit his temples are increasingly throbbing. Lucky there was a symbol that the morning had departed, so the man could pull over a little.

"Mbok, Icha in the room again fussy, please persuade ya mbok, have not eaten too," Hanan said asking for help. He needed to step aside for a moment to gather patience so as not to be afraid to scold him again.

"Yes sir," said the symbol wondering. Assume with a curious heart. Tumben once early in the morning Icha crank, unlike usual who had even left together to school.

While Hanan returned to the room, took his cell phone and contacted Nahla again. However, still the call from him was not picked up, not even a single message had any reply at all.

Not out of sense, the man also visited the school Nahla. That woman must be teaching this way.

"Sir, Miss Nahla, what's today in?" hanan asked the security guard who definitely knew in and out people were there.

"Yes in, Dad, not her husband? How's Nanyain Bu Nahla?" ask Mr. Satpam full of investigation.

"Yes sir is right, just make sure whether my wife is hearted to school or not" he said.

The man could not possibly catch up to the inside during the teaching and learning process. He would wait until the woman came home. Surely the man will come back later in the afternoon.

Hanan returns home, hoping that the cymbok can overcome his daughter or just persuade Icha to eat. It turned out that the woman who had worked with him for a long time did not succeed in persuading his daughter. Hanan opens Icha's room with a spare key because the door is locked from the inside.

"Not going out yet?" ask Hanan a little frustrated. Why his daughter became a dissident and unruly, first when it was very obedient.

"No sir, I've already knocked on the door, still don't want to be opened as well," replied the symbok was confused as well.

"Mbok, come with me for a second?"

"Where sir!"

"Please break my room, Mbok, I want a new atmosphere" Hanan said to change the internal order. He wanted a new atmosphere to reconcile his mood.

"It's been shifted so, sir, or what?"

"Yes, this is easy, let me help you. Gini aja, keep neatin ya mbok. Same again, later ask for help who asked me to move this closet to the back."

Hanan unloads Olive's belongings, then gives her clothes and all her knickknacks to people who might be in need. Obviously clothes worth wearing and grooming. While their photos Hanan put away in the back shed that Nahla might not reach.

"I'm sorry Olive, it doesn't mean I'm forgetting you, it's just that our memories will always be neatly stored in my heart. You're the best love ever. Thank you for sharing my life, I think God loves you very much. Be happy there, as well as I am here, who will continue my life with our son and my wife," Hanan's mind restores the photos of his memories.

The man only realized when researching Nahla cabinets a lot of items are reduced. Apparently the woman took him in part before leaving.

After interrupting his house art to improve, he returned to Icha's room. The little girl fell asleep when the door opened. Making him feel more guilty just this morning already snapped at him.

"I'm sorry dear papa, papa promises to bring mom home" said the man stroked his crown affectionately.

By late afternoon, more precisely during the day hours at the turn of the High School children's home, Hanan rushed to Tunas Bangsa. From a distance, deliberately watching people passing through the gate about to go home. Deliberately quiet so that Nahla's movements are clearly read.

After waiting for quite a while and almost made him despair. The man who was waiting came out with his bike.

"Let's Mom, I'll go first!" pamit Pak Agam is friendly.

"Yes Sir!" nahla is no less friendly. Smile sweetly without burden. As if there were no problems. Makes Hanan's heart warm up a little. Did the woman not feel guilty leaving the house without saying goodbye.

Hanan follows Nahla's motorbike which of course is not home to her parents. It turns out that the woman did not go home to her parents.

The man pulled over his car, then got down a little distance from the yard of the house occupied by his wife. Nahla herself was not suspicious at all, having taught her to return home to the boarding house.

The woman had just entered when the door was knocked. The little parno did not open it. He let first who is the guest who is there the woman is a new occupant.

"Who the hell?" nahla asked in her heart hesitated to open it.

The woman gasped to find Hanan who was visiting the boarding house. Unprepared, hurt, and disappointed again whack his heart when after almost two days of feeling a little comfortable.

"Daddy, we need to talk? Let me in!" hanan held the door. Nahla just closes when she finds out who knocked on her husband.

"Sorry Mas, I'm tired, please don't bother me first, I need a calm mind."