NOT PERPETRATORS
The Nessa Birthday Party

"You!" I cried after I escaped the link of that lip.

"You again! How did you get into my house!" I continued with full emotion.

"Did you forget? There's always a back door, when the front door is locked."

Backdoor? Isn't that locked?

"You know the proverb, 'available umbrella before rain'? I am the same. Be resourceful before moving," he said grinning.

"What do you mean!"

"I've unlocked the back door of your house before."

"You!"

"Stt?" He put his index finger on my lips. "Deflect your voice. Arka will wake up."

I pushed her body away. "You are so outrageous! You almost made my heart drop!"

The eagle doctor sat his body on the edge of the bed. I got up and got out of the room. The doctor followed my steps.

"You angry?" tanyanya held my arm.

"I hate you so much!" Kuempas. Go to the living room. Intentions want to get this damn ghost out. However, he instead pulled my body to sit on the sofa.

"Sit down I want to talk. If you scream or fight. I'll be more determined!" threaten her.

With an annoyed expression, I was forced to sit my body on the sofa. Dimas shifted his body closer, but I went straight away. Then he approached again, and I moved away again. And so on until I had to shut up, sitting next to him.

"Calm down! I'm not gonna do anything." While wrapping his arm around my waist, of course I threw it straight away.

"Don't be rude, Di!"

"So, you're really enjoying, aren't you?" tanyanya looked at me while playing her eyebrows.

"Enjoy what?"

"My kiss."

I rubbed these rough lips, with a sour face. "Disease!"

"Come on, be honest! The proof is that you're not fighting at all like yesterday."

"You're crazy!" I got up from the couch, but he pulled me.

"Sit down! I just want to talk."

I sat back with a forced.

"More. About this morning, when you were scolded by Bastian, for his cell phone. Aren't you a little suspicious?"

"That's none of your business! There's nothing to suspect. My husband is loyal, unlike you!"

Dimas laughing. "You're so innocent. Until I don't know what Bastian's doing behind your back. I just saw the incident felt suspicious. How come you, who's been married to him for so long, don't know what Bastian's doing behind your back?"

I looked at him cynically. "Do you need to incite like this?"

"I'm not inciting. But there's something suspicious about Bastian."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Yet. I hope I can prove it soon. So that you get a divorce."

"God! Hear that! My husband would never betray me! And you should know that, I trust you completely!"

"If Bastian is behind you, I'll finish him off!"

"Isn't that what you expected?"

"What's that cruel, I'm in your eyes, Nia?" He grabbed my palm. "Although I'm jealous of Bastian. Even though I'd really like to have you back. You should know! Never once did I pray for you badly! However, if Bastian betrays you, I'll take him out!"

There is seriousness in every word. Yes, I did put my suspicions on Bastian mas. But I still believe in him very much. There is no evidence whatsoever.

"Stop that shit, Di! Don't bother taking care of my life! Take care of your own life!" I pulled my hand from his hand. Then stand up, step towards the window.

"I told you, free instigate! I trust Bastian more than you!" I turned to look at him who was still sitting on the sofa. "In fact, Mas Bastian is much more conscientious than you!"

He came up from the couch to me. "Nothing is impossible, Nia. Bastian does look calm, gentle, but doesn't know the real thing."

"Stop! Enough's enough!" Put my palm forward. "Now go! Is that all you want to say? Free! To me you're just a cunning man! So, go!"

He laughed like a fool. "You're exorcising this very handsome ghost?"

"I'm tired of your game! I warn!" Now put my index finger in front of his face. "Don't bother my life again! And don't show up in front of me again!"

I opened the locked door. "Go!" expirku.

He closed that door. Corned me to the door, trying to get her face closer again.

Plaque!

"I love you so much, Nia! In fact, more than Bastian loves you! Is your heart blind?"

"Patim is blind! You hurt two people at once! First Nessa, my two husbands, who are your own friends! Where's your conscience?"

"Come back to me, Nia! I will accept you for who you are. Divorce Bastian!"

Plaque!

One more slap for him. I was glued to see her holding onto the cheek, which was flushed from my slap. That must have hurt a lot. I squeezed my own hands. Regretting what I've done.

"So you chose Bastian over me? You'll be disappointed!" He laughed for a moment and left.

I shut that door tight. My heart to receive her love again. I leaned my body against the door. No power to stand up again, tears that had been held back had broken.

This heart is troubled. My heart would not hurt him. But he is no one else. How many times has this hand slapped him. I don't know. Regret always hurts this soul when I hurt it. Who is stupid, me or him.

God .. I hope he doesn't come again. Don't make me dwell more in the pleasures of sin. Touch with other men. Letting this body accept sin by force. God ... This is a dilemma. Why be reunited, if the farewell is the best.

I've hurt the heart and soul of someone I've dreamed so much about. Sorry ... do I have to say it?

***

Month passed. Since that time. Dimas never bothered me again. I should be relieved. My life is quiet without him. I should be happy, no more ghosts intruding on my household.

But there is a little regret in my mind. Why should I slap him. Am I being too cruel? And why there is sadness in the heart, because there is no time to apologize. But isn't that no longer necessary? I'm a woman who keeps away from the temptations of household ghosts. Still, I'm not guilty. It is precisely he who is wrong way if it continues to be served.

"Ma, we'll be gone, right?" ask Bastian who is playing with Arka in the yard. Disperse my reverie.

"I don't know, Pa!"

"If you don't come, Nessa will be disappointed."

"Tell him that I'm not feeling well" I said.

"Why?"

"I don't want to travel."

Mas Bastian looked at me who was sitting on the porch. "Come on?"

"No!"

Mas Bastian breathed a rough breath. Since yesterday, he's been persuading me, but I always refuse. I know she'd love to attend Nessa's birthday party. However, if I were to come, there would be Dimas there, that's for sure. Dimas is Nessa's fiancee. It has been a month since he has not seen his nose. I don't want to see her again.

My phone's ringing. Press the answer button. I went into the house to talk. A call came in from someone who made my decision change. After answering the phone, I went out into the courtyard. Following Bastian and Arka who were playing.

"Mas!"

"Hm ...."

"I'll come!"

Bastian looked at me confused. "What's wrong?"

"Watching Nessa's birthday party."

Bastian's smile expands on my answer. "Kok, suddenly change your mind?"

"Nessa called me earlier. Asking me to come."

"Good, let's go!"

"Now? Isn't it the night of the show?"

Mas Bastian chuckled. "The trick is tonight. Now, we go buy a present for Nessa. Buy clothes to wear tonight."

We also get ready to shop. Then drive our new car. Mas Bastian is a person who pays close attention to appearance. Including the appearance of the wife. He also always takes me to his friends' shows. So, there's nothing to suspect from a responsible man like Bastian.

***

That night we went to Nessa's house. I am no longer surprised to see such a magnificent house. In general, the house of Bastian mas friends is indeed luxurious. I'm used to visiting houses this grand, so there's no need to be too surprised. They are from the rich, it is natural that everything cannot be separated from the aroma of luxury.

The guests present were already crowded. Me and Bastian got out of the car. Arka, as usual, we live in the house of in-laws. Maybe next time we'll take her. My eyes glared at the crowd, looking for a figure I wish wasn't on this show. Isn't that impossible?

Sure enough, the figure of the person I was looking for was there. I was talking to some people dressed in suits. It seems he has not realized I am here. Uh, isn't that nice? Why am I being so planless? I asked him to stay away, didn't I? Oh, my God, what am I thinking.

The event also began. Nessa looks so pretty. Bak bidadari descending from heaven. The white dress she was wearing, revealed her sexy curves, and her beautiful chest shape. Her hair is styled with a very charming modern bun model. Makeup looks perfect on her face. High glass heels cling gracefully to the feet of its level. Nessa is a really beautiful angel. All eyes were on him.

Dimas seemed to be completely avoiding me. Not one bit he glanced at me. He stood next to Nessa. Dimas looks very handsome. He wears a beige suit combined with a white suit. Pompadour hairstyle, make it look cool and cool. Adding to his good looks. They are a very compatible couple.

After a cake is cut. Nessa gave her father her first cake. A middle-aged man, big in stature, with minus glasses, and white hair. Nessa bribed. After feeding his father, his eyes seemed to look at all the guests. For a moment he was silent. Her beautiful eyes turned bright. However, he immediately covered it with a big smile. That caught in my eyes.

Dimas seemed to understand. He clasped Nessa's hand, as if to say 'i'm here with you!'. His father stroked Nessa's shoulder, as if to say 'strengthen your heart!'. Really, the view is beyond belief. Who is Nessa waiting for?

The second cake he gave to Dimas. Dimas tipped Nessa's forehead softly. Nessa feeds Dimas with a still-influenced smile. A pretty romantic sight. They are Cinderella and Prince. I should be happy too. However, there is as much pain as scratching the chest. What the hell's going on? Dimas has fulfilled my request, to stay away from my life. And that was my will after slapping him so many times. I should have calmed down by now.

A boisterous applause echoed. Voicing happiness for Nessa. There was a woman who suddenly appeared from the door. Make all eyes look at him. A moment of silence, only focused on the figure of the woman who came.

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