Night Destiny
The Plan that Failed

Salwa looked at herself in front of the mirror. Knee-length dresses and natural makeup make her look beautiful. Don't forget the smile he's always developed since.

"OK, Sal. It's time to get back what you lost. Let's get ready!."

The girl took the bag and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going, early in the morning is it neat?."

"There's a business for a minute, Ma!."

"So you're so happy today? Is there something that makes you happy?."

Salwa smiled, "Mama's right. I am so happy today. I'll tell Mama later. I have to go now!."

Anya looked at her daughter's departure with a questionable look. He felt something was wrong. Anya immediately took her purse, wallet and also her cell phone. He followed Salwa secretly.

"Where is the signal going?" asked Anya in her heart.

"Sir, don't let Salwa know that we're following him" the driver nodded. He keeps a safe distance from his car.

The car Salwa drove into elite housing. I don't know who he's meeting.

Right in front of the two-story white gate house, Salwa's car stopped. He was seen talking to security guards. After the guards opened the gate, Salwa drove his car in.

"Are we going in too, Mom?."

"No, we'll just wait here. If Salwa doesn't come out, we'll just go inside!."

Salwa parked her car. The woman again saw the appearance of the rearview mirror of her car.

"OK, perfect. You're ready, Sal!."

The woman got out of the car carrying an envelope she got yesterday from her man.

His hand stretched out to squeeze the doorbell of the house, until some time it looks authentic from the inside.

"Who are you looking for, huh?" the maid asked.

"I'm looking for Azka and Salsa. Are they home?."

"There was. Please enter!."

Salwa breezed into the house, she noticed the ornaments and decorations of the house that looked charming.

I should have stayed here, not that woman.

"That's the guest, sir!."

Azka and Salsa looked at the woman facing the window.

"Hallo, dear!," Salwa approached Azka and Salsa who were quite surprised by his arrival.

"Salva. What are you doing here?" asked Azka.

Salwa smiled, she looked at Salsa cynically. "I'm here to take back what should have been mine!."

Azka looked at Salwa with a puff, in contrast to Salsa who was staring at Salwa with sadness.

"We have no business anymore. So you better go home!," Azka was really not interested in Salwa's arrival.

"Really?," the girl's eyebrows raised next door, "But I guess, you'll be interested in what I'm carrying!."

Salwa gave the envelope she had brought to Azka. Lazily, Azka took it. The man opened it while glancing at the smiling Salwa towards him.

Netra Azka was rounded, her face flushed red withstanding anger.

"What's the matter, Ka?" asked Salsa, who noticed her husband's face change.

"Why silence, Ka. Give the pictures to your wife. Let's see if he still wants to hang on with a guy like you!."

Salsa snatched the photo that Azka was holding. Her eyes were round looking at the friendly photo of her husband and Salwa not wearing clothes.

"What is this, Ka?!."

Azka smiled lightly at Salwa. "You even did this kind of lowly thing just to get back to me? You think this way will work?."

"Ka, is this all true?" asked Salsa to her mummy.

Salsa nodded, though her feelings were restless and unsettled. But she tried to trust her husband.

"You want to deny everything? Did you forget, we had a vacation to the villa. And that's where we do it!."

"We've been to villas!."

Salwa looked back at Salsa cynically, "You heard, right. Azka. In the villa we not only vacationed, but also spent the night together. You still want to hang on with him? She not only slept with you, but with me. Unfortunately, I'm not as lucky as you were to ever conceive her child."

Salsa looked at her husband with a hard-to-read look, "Is that what Salwa said, Ka?."

"I don't have to answer. I just need your trust!."

Salsa looked at her sister, "Azka did not admit it. Now what do you want?."

Salwa felt challenged, she did not think that Azka and Salsa did not give up easily. "Of course Azka should marry me. I'm even ready if I have to be a second wife!."

Azka laughed crisply, then looked at Salwa with a contemptuous look, "You even lowered your pride just for the sake of a man. Your way is low, Salwa. If you think your way will work you're wrong, that man is not me. I don't have a scar like the man who was photographed it"

Salwa turned her head, she was just asking her friend for an edit photo. Salwa did not even check if the man had any wound marks that Azka certainly did not have. But he was not willing to give up, Azka was only his. Whatever Salwa will do to get Azka even if she has to drop her pride.

"Sal, don't hurt yourself. The men in this world are not just Azka. Still ba--!," said Salsa

"It's all because of you. You should not be in our relationship. You should not have ruined our dreams. You ruined everything. You!!" cried Salwa. "You easily said that. You don't even know what it's like to be me. You cheap lady!!."

Azka clenched her hands, intending to approach Salwa, but Salsa held her back.

"I just love you, Ka. Why do you stay with him? I'm even willing to be the second wife you can be with!."

Azka scooped her face in frustration, "You're wrong, Sal. The way you're wrong. I'm married and I never and never want to remarry for whatever reason. Please stop chasing me. Open your heart to another man."

"Is that how you forget all our memories? You've only introduced it once, but you'd rather it than me. What do I have to do to get you back to me, Ka?," Salwa started sobbing

Salsa honestly pity to see Salwa. After all the girl was his sister and Salsa could see how much love Salwa had for her husband.

"Ka, can you accept Salwa and forget me?."

"What do you mean? No. gabe. I will never do it!," Azka refused firmly

"But her love for you is so great, Ka. His love is greater than my love for you!."

Salwa smiled behind her cries, the plan worked. And he was sure that Salsa would leave Azka now.

"You don't know him yet, Sa. He was even more cunning than a snake!."

Azka regretted that she planned to marry Salwa. Fortunately, fate opened the way for him. And he met a perfect woman like Salsa.

"Married me, Ka. Marry Me!!." Salwa attacks Akza, she tries to kiss the man but Azka reluctantly refuses. Salsa was surprised by Salwa's reckless attitude.

"Stop, Sal!."

Plaques

Azka was also flabbergasted by Salwa.

"You dare slap me?."

"That's because of your outrageous attitude!! You're even more cheesy than a seductress!."

Salwa laughed, "You call yourself? Didn't you go to the mirror before you spoke? Cheaper where am I with you who's even willing to crawl into the bed of an engaged man!!."

"Sal, you better go home. Don't make a fuss in my house!."

Azka's words did not make Salwa, "You are more cheap than I am, Salsa. Talk before insulting people. Don't be a saint if you're a lowly person. Ah, of course you are. You're a woman of unclear origin, aren't you. Doesn't rule out the possibility of you being a mistress or pe*lacur!."

"Salwa, watch your words. The one you despise is my son!."

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