Princess Reunion Cost
Obviousness

"Mother, what's the crap?"

Sri gasped from her daydream, as Ardi nudged her hand. Then he turned his head and looked at Ardi closely.

"Ah, mother seems sleepy. So, we have to quickly get to the house yo le.. Mommy is also very tired," said Sri while returning his car.

Just an hour later, Sri and Ardi finally reached home. Ardi immediately ran into the house, while Sri was seen lowering her luggage and was helped by a domestic assistant.

"I thought, mom didn't stay over. Turns out to be staying over" said mbok Han, who has been working for Sri for the past three years.

"Yes mbok, I had to stay the actual night. My friends asked me to stay." Sri explained, smiling at Han.

"Oh yes mbok, have you gone home?" Ask Sri.

Mbok Han smiled bitterly and shook his head. While Sri just fell silent and followed the footsteps of mbok Han who brought in Sri's luggage.

Sri went straight to her room. The room, which was usually full of colors and expressions of love from her and her husband, felt so lonely. It's been five nights God hasn't come home. A few days ago, Dewa asked permission to go to Makassar to handle the project there. But actually Sri knows, if Dewa is not in Makassar.

Return to Sri's memory when the God said goodbye to the outside of the City, a few months ago. Because they feel bored, Sri and Ardi also spend their weekends alone by walking in tourist attractions not far from the city of Jakarta. Although there was something lacking, due to the absence of Gods along with them, Sri and Ardi tried to enjoy the scenery and also their vacation.

"Mother, I'm hungry" said Ardi, holding his belly which continued to sound.

"God! I'm sorry mom, son. Let's go get some food." Take Sri, while leading Ardi towards a restaurant located at the location of the tourist spot.

Because of the weekend, the tourist attractions are very crowded. Sri tried to break through the crowd along with Ardi. Suddenly his eyes looked at the back of a man who was holding a daughter and also fondly holding a young woman with a very classy appearance.

Sri frowned. It was like knowing this man. Not only that, Sri also knows the clothes worn by the man. Although Sri has a domestic assistant, she continues to prepare clothes for the Gods. It can be ascertained if she is very familiar with all the clothes belonging to her husband.

"God," he murmured.

Sri tries to break through the crowd, to approach the man she believes to be a God. But accidentally, Ardi fell and cried, because he tripped the legs of other visitors. Sri's focus was also divided. Either he wants to chase the man, or he helps his son who almost stepped on by the crowd. Finally, Sri melted her ego. He rushed to help Ardi to get up and secure his son. But after he looked back at the man he believed to be a God, but the man was already lost in the crowd.

Sri's curious soul rebelled, forcing herself to find out. As if his suspicions were proven, Sri broke through all the visitors while holding Ardi. But as if in the swallow of the earth, the man he believed to be a God had disappeared somewhere. Feeling disturbed and feeling bad, after lunch, Sri finally decided to return to her residence with Ardi.

At his residence, Sri was pensive to remember the figure of the man he had seen in tourist attractions. He was so sure it was a god. Which wife cannot recognize her own husband? Sri's heart was so confident that his eyes did not look wrong when the man was a God. But who is the woman next to the god? And who is the toddler who is the god of the carrying? If it is the son of God from the results of his affair, it is clear that God has betrayed Sri for more than a year. Because the girl in the Carry by the Gods, aged about four to six months.

Sri's heart is burning with jealousy, resentment, sadness and all that a woman feels for a betrayal. The heart of the wife who is not broken to pieces when she sees the husband has a new family, right in front of her own eyes. That very night, Sri decided to investigate for herself what happened.

The next day, Sri was determined to contact the office of Dewa and question the presence of Dewa in the office on Monday. Sure enough, it turns out that God is not on duty in Makassar. The gods were present in the office that day. Sri who feels lied also intends to return to follow the gods starting from his office.

At exactly five in the afternoon, as usual, Dewa was already in front of his office and rushed to the car park. The man did not realize that there was a pair of eyes lurking around him. So calmly, he drove his car to a luxury housing complex yesterday, when Sri followed him at night.

As always, the gods can enter without asking. Which makes Sri sure, if Dewa is one of the residents in the luxury housing. But what makes Sri confused is, where Dewa has the money to contract or buy a house in such a class housing.

After weighing the many consequences he received, Sri finally ventured to enter the housing complex.

"Good night mom. Where you going?" Ask the security officer who intercepted himself at the entrance of the compound.

"Good night, I'm the Lord's guest. He was with me. But because of the traffic jam, I ended up falling far behind," said Sri, her heart was racing, because she was lying.

"Oh, the Lord who just came in?" Ask the security officer again.

"Rubber sir." Sri Sahut.

"Can it be on the phone?" Pinta the security officer.

"For a moment, ma'am." The officer also appeared to be discussing with other officers. Then shortly thereafter the automatic doorstop of the gate was opened.

"Please mother," the officer finally allowed Sri to enter the complex.

Because he had lost track of God, Sri was forced to look for the God's car from house to house. Somewhat difficult for Sri, because the fence of the house in the complex is so high and closed. Once feeling desperate, finally Sri passed in a luxurious house, with a very high fence. It just so happened that someone came out of the house and opened the gate of the house. It was clear that a black luxury car was parked inside. Sri can immediately recognize if it is a car belonging to God.

Because he was certainly not able to enter, Sri was determined to intercept someone who had just come out of the house while riding a motorcycle. The motorcyclist was surprised when Sri intercepted him. Had wanted to nag, the woman also paused her intention, when she saw Sri smiling at her.

"Sorry, ma'am, from that house?" Sri asked, pointing to the house that had just been left by the motorcyclist.

"Betul. Whose mother is it?" Ask the woman.

"Ah, I happen to want to find my brother's house. My phone is dead. So I can't contact my brother. I hadn't been to his house in a long time, so I forgot to remember. I'd like to ask you, can I?"

The biker woman frowned and looked at Sri closely.

"May you." Legally.

"Who is the owner of the house?" Ask Sri without thinking much more.

"Oh, the owner of the house is non Grazia." Answer the woman.

"Who's mom?" Ask Sri again.

"Oh, I'm just ma'am's maid, in that house." Answer the woman again.

"Owalah.so yes mbak. If you can tell, what was his name? Grazia?"

"Mum's mother."

"Did she have a husband? My brother is his brother. I don't know my brother's wife. Yes ma'am, I've been abroad for a long time." He continued to try to convince the woman.

"Already mom. I just got married, it hasn't been two years."

Deggg...!

Sri's heart continues to beat fast. These are the moments where he must be ready to accept the harsh reality, if it turns out that Grazia's husband is a God.

"Well, if you know what her husband's name is?" Ask Sri again.

"Non Grazia's husband?"

"Yes yes, the husband's time." Sri Celtuk.

The woman blushed in embarrassment, laughing.

"His husband is non Grazia, his name is Mas Dewa."

Jegeeeeeeeeeerrrr.r...!

The sky seemed to collapse on Sri who suddenly felt dead.