Prince Modosa
Chapter 133

Keken could breathe a sigh of relief because his mother had returned home, he was back struggling with his cellphone and file. Keken was seriously working on reading files about project files in the North that were still not widespread. He assigned Raffa to return to hold the project in the field, not as a leader.

"Remain," thought Keken, the salary of Raffa could add to the balance of savings he would use for Farah's labor. Although mommy will definitely help him, he does not want to expect more because Farah is his responsibility even though their marriage is not okay.

"I had to work hard and it was quite exhausting." he murmured inwardly.

The sound of a cellphone ringing until Keken finally stopped his activities, he saw a name that had once been his co-star in bed.

" Where?"

"okay."

" Nine tomorrow at the usual cafe."

"Oh baby I'll be waiting for you." Keken closed his phone while grinning a smile. However, he did not see a woman who was now standing with a cup of coffee. Farah fell silent as Keken's phone call ended.

"Darling." she muttered inwardly, Farah guessed who had called her husband at night.

"I made coffee." he put drinks on Keken's desk.

"Thank you." But the eyes of Keken are still busy with files that accumulate. There was no smile on his face let alone just a basic question - stale from him.

"At what busy?" ask Farah

"The project in the North is still going on, I'm working on it." Keken still did not look towards Farah. Pain, that's what his wife is feeling. Keken came back cold after his mother came home.

"Don't forget to drink the coffee." Farah is still trying to make small talk with her husband

"Mm.."

" Who's calling?" ask again.

Keken turned to his wife, "Vienna."

" Tomorrow to meet."

"M." Mmm."

Farah sighed, Keken only answered briefly and that made Farah a little upset. He has no other question material.

"Thank you" said Farah

"What are you thanking me for." Keken glanced at his wife then cleaned up some scattered paper and put it in a folder.

"Because you want to stay here because of me, so we don't move to mommy's house and you also have mommy take care of me during labor later."

"Hahaha, you don't have to be so confident. I stayed here longer because there's still a project in the North that's still to be done not because of you." Keken laughed

"And one more, I asked mommy to take care of you during childbirth because not necessarily I could be by your side at that time, because soon I have to go to the Malang and Bali areas. There are some projects there that I have to handle, chances are I won't see you long enough so I leave everything to mommy. It's not you who don't like it if I'm by your side and shouldn't interfere in each other's affairs and you always remind us that our marriage is only one year. That is your own will. "Keken still laughed when he saw the silent face of his wife and was ashamed of his own words. Farah squeezed his fingers. He was so stupid and overconfident that Keken did it all because of him. It's glazed. It was true that he wanted all that but somehow his heart ached and hurt when Keken laughed at him.

Farah walked out of the living room. His tears flowed so hard that his pillow felt damp. He cried and covered his face with a blanket. Embarrassing.

Keken only smiled bitterly, he was forced to hurt his wife so that she knew what it was like to be treated badly. He actually cannot be angry with Farah, his love is too big so that the anger evaporates just like that but he wants to know, whether Farah has the same feelings with him or not. Or it could be that the girl is still hoping with her ex-fiancee again.

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Farah's eyes looked puffy after a night of crying, but Keken only glanced at his wife as if he did not care. He still uses the silent mode. Not wanting to take a headache, Keken went to work without saying goodbye and just passed by.

There was no kiss on the forehead or just stroking Farah's stomach, the man only left after saying his greeting. Like a stranger in one house.

"Does, s*lan!!!" paraphrasing Farah with a shout, he was very upset because Keken did not greet him first, there was no more smile from Keken that he always showed. Keken really changed not paying attention to her anymore.

Dini went into Farah's house because she heard the girl screaming, she was quite surprised because Farah's rented house was now in a mess. Usually Farah will clean the house quickly because the girl does not like to postpone work but this time it is different.

"Farah, are you okay?" he saw Farah crying and tangling, unlike the day before.

" Did your stomach hurt?" Dini asked again while stroking Farah's stomach gently but the baby did not want to beat, very different if Keken was at his side. The child will beat repeatedly.

Farah shook her head. " I'm upset with myself, huhuhu..." Farah cried while hugging Dini.

"I'm upset with myself, Din!" yell Farah again.

"You calm down, sit down and tell me. What's going on?"

Farah told me while occasionally shrinking her nose water. He actually told Dini his household problems, which he thought could be trusted.

"You're wrong!" one word came out of his mouth.

"Have not cried, let's ask Khaffi, who is Vienna." persuaded Dini as he combed Farah's hair that looks tangled.

"Cut the hair! His hair began to split and disorganized. In the salon Resti aja cheap grimace, cut the hair so shoulder."

"Great festive not cheap grimacing Din." Farah confirmed the wrong Early sentence.

" Eh, you're wrong Farah. That's why you try to go to the Resti tea salon. Every customer he asked for haircut model A ntar result so B, then he just apologized while grimacing doang. Your hair won't be cut anymore."

"So he's an amateur salon worker." said Farah

"Not really, just the guy rada koslet aja, like him if the haircut depends on his mood, hehehe." Early laugh, several times he cut his hair there the results are quite satisfactory while the tea Cucu once cut his hair there the results are ugly.

"Neither ah Din, later kayak dora. Where am I pregnant, swollen like her body."

" No! You must be beautiful especially her hair is black. No need to paint colors - colorful like the walls of the playground, gini is already good so that Keken added hiya. hiya..." Dodgy

" Well stress.... "After telling Dini about her problems, Farah felt relieved because there were friends who could be invited to tell her stories.

Dini quickly pressed the button and connected to Khaffi's phone.

" What?! " ask Khaffi on the other end of the phone

" There is no Keken? "

" Well! You think I'm Modosa's baby sitter, there's no her in the day."

"Oh, uh,

You know Vienna?" ask Dini again

"Vienna?" Khaffi frowned, "What's wrong with Viennese?"

" Ken last night received a call from Vienna, use a show of affection - love of all."

" Oh, that's normal. Vienna is playing Keken."

" Just temen?" asked Farah again, he grabbed Dini's phone because he was so curious.

"I said he was playing Keken" Khaffi said, emphasizing the last word.

"meaning?" Farah still did not understand Khaffi's words

"Oh my goodness!" grunts Khaffi with annoyance. " She's the woman who always warms Keken's night, Keken's night concubine!"

"Huh....!!" Farah AND Dini gasped and looked at each other.

" It turns out they are friends of the bed version of the koplo duet" said Dini

Farah immediately turned off her phone, she squeezed her fingers back. " Friends play in bed." he said

"Don't think anything." Dini tries to think positively, she does not want her best friend to think negatively about Keken.

"Keken there is only a need with him, most just chatting." continued Dini again.

"But Din, said Khaffi he__" Farah's speech was cut off when she heard the knocking of the door, I don't know who the guest who came today.