Please Let go of me
Chapter 4 - Go home

The cuisine of the foster mother whom he longed for so much, eager for him to eat and scramble with his foster sister. But today he has no appetite, one mouthful has not gone into his mouth. Thinking of his present residence that was not yet safe, let alone Zufar being able to track it down so easily. "I'm not sure about my decision to escape, surely Zufar can find me easily. How'this? I'd better find somewhere else, hopefully my location isn't tracked." He murmured in the heart.

"What's up, kid? Is the food bad?" Umi Kalsum noticed it from earlier, feeling that there was something Sacred was hiding. 

"Eh, that's not Umi." The Holy Sahut that immediately feeds his mouth with the typical cuisine of the adoptive mother.

Umi Kalsum smiled happily, looking at the daughter she took from the orphanage and took care of her to grow up with good dedication.

"Where is Brother Zufar? Why don't you come here?" asked Hana who was staring at Saints enthusiastically.

Sacred was silent for a moment, sighing to strengthen his heart in lying.

"He can't come here, there's still a lot of work in the office." The answer from Saints managed to make Hana ber "oh" ria only. The pain in the heart cannot be said with words, the guilt that is felt.

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After the wife's departure, a deep longing seeped in the heart. He could not feel calm before contacting and hearing the soft voice of his first wife.

Zufar was already impatient, and immediately took out the phone from his pants pocket. "Suci must have reached Riau." His smiling mind shadowed Ayu's face from his wife, thinking that she had reached her destination.

But a phone call never made him frustrated. "Where is Holy? This is the first time the phone's been out of touch, has anything happened?" he again tried to contact his wife, but was not connected.

Because of the annoyance that enveloped his feelings, Zufar threw his expensive phone against the wall until the screen cracked. The sight was seen by two servants passing by there, they were very afraid if the master became what he used to be. "Where's Holy, his phone is off, too?" bad thoughts about his first wife, afraid to leave.

"O Lord..Will lord Zufar return to his original disposition?" muttered one of the servants peeking out from the doorway. 

"Looks like that, we're praying it doesn't happen." Whisper the waiter next to him.

Everyone in the house was very worried if the attitude of their master returned to what it used to be, a demon and also cunning man. But his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees when faced with a Saint who did not know his true nature. He loved his sholehah wife very much, but the accident that night made him betray her. 

Zufar rushes out of the house and contacts someone to track down his wife who has still not been informed, he is very anxious about Suci's departure and is reluctant to allow her to go to Riau. But also understand the sadness of his wife with disappointment. 

Immediately take out his other cell phone, find a contact number and contact. 

"Yes, sir."

"Check where my wife is."

"Good, sir."

Zufar was a little relieved by his assistant as well as a confidant, that was the only way to track down the whereabouts of Saints.

Elsewhere, Suci sat pensively thinking about how to avoid her husband, because she believed that Indonesian numbers would not be connected. A thing that could not be maintained for too long, let alone lying to his foster mother was a big mistake. "This lie can't go on for long, what should I do? Umi must have suspected me." That was what he thought, a streak of guilt that slipped into the heart.

Sacred jumped in shock as a hand touched his shoulder, he turned his head and looked at the smiling shady woman with a shady look towards him. "Did you and Zufar fight? It's not good to run away from home in this way, it's better to solve this problem."

"How did Umi know?" 

"Since Umi is your mother, the mother who took care of you as a child, don't lie tell me the truth."

Sacred could not help the tears that came out through the eyes, immediately she hugged the middle-aged woman's body full of energy. "What Umi said was true, I was very sad and did not want to go back there."

Umi Kalsum stroked the head covered by a veil covering the chest, she smiled and tried to calm her adopted child. 

"My heart doesn't want to go back, let me stay here a few days Umi."

"You're still his wife, come back and solve your problems, it's not good to be here."

Sacred looked up at the shady face of the woman who cared for him, her heart too sore to return to the arms of the husband who had incised wounds on her. "No Umi, I'd rather get divorced than go back there." She had already made a big decision in her life, it came to her brain to separate from her husband. Reluctant to talk about real household problems, do not want to add to the burden of the mother's mind.

"Astaghfirullah, don't talk like that. Go home and solve this problem with a cool head, Zufar is a good boy and loves you."

Tears instead flowed very fast, he could not accept the reality, the mind that wanted to divorce by obeying his mind. "Umi didn't know that Zufar had another wife because I couldn't conceive." His mind felt confused to say what problem he was passing through. He smiled, and nodded his head. "Umi's right, I'm going home."