Repentance Revenge
Chapter 98

"You're rich there's nowhere else Mel. I'll be in your apartment." Nisa's still nagging Mella. Because of Mella, her eyes became stained. It was fortunate that he had just exchanged salivas and mere mas da da. Somehow if the couple isrti husband was naked.

"Sorry Nis, you know Om Angga just came home from out of town."

"I miss him." Mella answered while looking at the horse.

He dispelled his embarrassment, hoping Nisa could understand his current position.

"It doesn't really matter if you want to make out in the workspace, but you have to lock the door and make sure there's no one but you two." Nisa. She admired Mella and her husband who rarely met because Angga often went out of town.

She used to do things like Mella in the workspace.

Nisa's memory retreated a few years back. His very short home life, quite imprinted in his heart even though it had now been 3 years.

The taste was still there, as was the hope he had buried deeply.

Until this moment the love for Andreas does not fade. The disappointment he felt in Andreas was in fact unable to erase his feelings of love.

3 Years passed, he had never heard from Andreas. I don't know where the man went as if he was swallowed by the earth.

1 month after deciding to stay in Batam, he only got word from Mella that Andreas had given a luxury home in her name.

Someone came to Mella, gave the house certificate to convey to Nisa.

Unfortunately, Nisa never wanted to accept or open the certificate of the house. He also did not want to know where the house that Andreas gave him.

"Niss,,? Is she.??" Mella shakes Nisa's shoulder. His sabahatnya even found daydreaming after giving advice to him.

"Are you okay.?" Mella looked worriedly.

Although rarely met in person because of the constraints of distance and busyness, but Mella knows all about the life and content of Nisa. Because Nisa doesn't cover anything from him.

Even Nisa blatantly admitted that in her heart there was still Andreas. A real man does not deserve love from anyone.

"Yes Mel, I'm fine." Nisa carved a thin smile. This time Mella does not believe, she knows that Nisa is lying to her.

"It's been 3 years Nis, you have to find your own happiness with Kenzie."

"Don't care about other people, the most important thing is your happiness and Kenzie's."

"Do whatever makes you happy without being in the shadow of the past."

"Forget Andreas, it's enough you're kind enough to love a man like him. Let's just say he's dead.!"

Mella raised her tone. Just this time he dared to vent his frustration to Nisa who was too naive to love. Until Nisa forgets that Andreas deliberately left her to make her destroyed and injured.

All this time Mella just kept quiet and became a good listener for Nisa without ever judging her. But he's been quiet enough for 3 years. She wants Nisa to live a normal life. And hope Nisa can find a life partner who can make her and Kenzie happy.

"I can't do it Mel." Answer Nisa lirih. Suddenly his chest felt tight.

He was still convinced that Andreas actually loved him.

"It's not that you can't, but you're the one who won't try.!" Mella answered quickly.

"You didn't even take care of your divorce until this second."

"If you want, I can ask Om Angga to take care of your divorce and Andreas."

"Andreas has been missing for 3 years, it's easy for the court to end your marriage." Exclaims.

It seems that Mella has lost her patience with the too weak Nisa. Just because of love, Mella lost her strong and tough best friend.

"I'll go to the room first, see Kenzie." Nisa got up from the sofa, she ended the conversation just like that. Though Mella had long wanted to tell Nisa to take care of the divorce with Andreas.

I don't know what Nisa's expecting from her marriage to Andreas. The man never even showed his nose again. Lost without news, whether alive or not.

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Sitting on the side of the bed, Nisa stared fixedly at her son's face which was very similar to Andreas. Kenzie has hazel eyes like Andreas, a pointed nose and bushy eyebrows.

Kenzie's lips are similar to Andreas's.

Kenzie and Andreas are the definitions of twin bed ages. Maybe that's what makes Nisa even harder to forget Andreas. Because every day Nisa felt that she was living with Andreas.

"Why do you have to lie to your own feelings to hurt Devan." Lirih Nisa's. He still can't stop thinking when Andreas chooses to leave him, but Nisa is very sure that Andreas loves her.

"Kenzie will definitely ask you when she grows up. I have to answer what.?" Nisa carved a bitter smile.

The dream of giving complete affection to Kenzie is just a wishful thinking.

He had to fight for his son. Outpouring all the love and affection he had so that Kenzie wouldn't lack it all.

"Momi,," Kenzie's voice resuscitates Nisa from daydreaming.

Kenzie had already woken up and was currently staring at his Mom.

"Momi's champ is awake," Nisa wakes up Kenzie, lifting him to a seat on her lap.

"You want momi ice cream, ice cream," Kenzie suddenly whined for ice cream.

"Okay, let's go get some ice cream." Nisa carried her son out of the room.

Nisa returns home to Mella, because there is no more work to do, so she decides to go back to the apartment she rented.

Using her office's operating car, Nisa goes alone with Kenzie to buy her the ice cream her son asked for.

Stopping at a shopping mall, Nisa takes her son for a walk.

He had only wanted to buy ice cream, but for 3 days in Jakarta, he had never taken Kenzie for a walk.

"Where's Momi's ice cream.?" Kenzie raised his head, looking at Nisa who was holding her little hand.

Nisa carved a smile, her son was impatient if he asked for ice cream.

I don't know who, his son was too fond of eating ice cream. Nisa doesn't like ice cream very much, and so does Andreas.

"Es the cream is inside, we go in first yeah." Take Nisa. Both entered the shopping center.

Nisa enters the ice cream shop.

Sit with your son while enjoying ice cream.

"Daddy, Maura wants ice cream,,"

"No.! Maura just recovered. Next time eat the ice cream."

Nisa turned to the source of the voice. He knew the owner of the voice.

A voice he hadn't heard in 3 years.