Sharing Love: It Turns Out I'm an Actor

Sharing Love: It Turns Out I'm an Actor
Letters again


At the residence of Mr. Riswan, Sarah who had just returned from the court, was immediately greeted by the mother who was carrying a baby Bagas.


"Sar, Sarah! How was the trial? Smoothly? Miko didn't come?" ask Mother.


Sarah seemed to greet the mother first, only then she briefly peeked at her son's forehead.


The woman walked in and sat on the chair in the living room. The bag he was carrying, was placed on a table, while his body he threw leaning on the chair.


"No mediation, ma'am. Miko waited an hour and a half but she did not come either. Two more weeks there's another call" replied Sarah who looked so tired.


There was a strange feeling in her chest, when she heard the lawyer say that the defendant, in this case her own husband, Miko, did not come because he did not want to solve the problems that existed between them.


What am I hoping for? Didn't I really want to be separated from Miko? Why am I disappointed when he doesn't come? Though clearly Monika has said that this will actually launch our divorce process, inner Sarah.


The depression of the princess, clearly caught by the mother, Bu Riswan. The old woman saw something was disturbing her son's mind.


"Aren't you papa, Nduk?" ask Miss Riswan.


Sarah was jolted from her mind who had no idea what.


"Ehm .. No, Mom. I'm just tired. I'll change my clothes first, Mom," said Sarah.


He stood up and left his mother and son, then headed to the room.


"What else is with that kid? Does she feel sorry about parting with her husband?" mumbling the mother saw the body of her daughter who had disappeared behind the bedroom door.


He also walked towards the front yard, while looking at the passing vehicle that went back and forth on the road.


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At night at the house of Lidia and Miko, the woman was walking back and forth in her room.


She recalled clearly that today was the day on which the husband was asked to appear in the first mediation at the religious court.


"Does he know? Is he coming? Why is he not home at this hour?" muttered.


At present, the time has shown at nine o'clock in the evening. It's too late for Miko to get home from work. Especially considering his current position is only a sales finance.


"Where is he? Since that incident, he never returned home late. He always comes home early and plays Mass. Where is he now?" Lydia was confused.


He guessed, if Miko found out about the invitation. However, he had made sure that the object was still stored neatly in the stack of his files.


"Is it possible he got a text message? Ah ... no .. no. no. Such an official matter cannot be sent via text," muttered Lydia who guessed and denied it herself.


That woman is now becoming so pitiful. She is very afraid of losing her husband after Miko's secret marriage to Sarah first.


However, the attitude of Miko who had already been disappointed with his first wife, made the man make the efforts of Lydia look futile.


Despite knowing about it, Lydia still insisted that she could make her husband go crazy back to her, with the effort she put in.


There was a Mass in their midst. Although not their biological child, but Miko's affection is clear, and it was also Lidia used to continue to bind Miko at his side.


Long wait, suddenly the sound of a car entering their yard. Lydia saw it from behind the window curtain.


"Miko. That's Miko coming home" he said.


The woman came out of the room and went to the front door. Not yet there, Lydia had seen Miko who entered with a lethargic face.


The woman tried to reach out her hand to greet Miko, but the man just walked past her.


There was a sudden pain in Lydia's chest, which left her tight. Puddles were created in his eyes, but he immediately threw them away by opening his eyes.


Lydia turned around and followed Miko.


"Have you eaten, Ko? I was cooking chicken curry. You take a shower, I'll heat it up" said Lydia, who walked into the kitchen.


Miko suddenly stopped at the door of her room. He glanced at Lydia. I heard a long breath coming from the man's mouth. He turned around and went into his room.


Had you been like this from the beginning, Lid. There is no need for you to be this sad begging for my love that is either still there or not for you, Miko's mind.


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Days change. Lidia had confirmed that that day, her husband did not go to the court, but went to the house of his friend Dodi. Her husband's friend confirmed it when Lidia called.


One afternoon, Lydia was at home. Because of her current workload, it allowed the woman to be able to take a time to go home and see the Mass for a while. The little baby was taken care of by a mother-to-be who lived around their house, who happened to offer up as a babysitter.


"Assalamualaikum, what's the mother's son again?" greet Lydia when she just arrived home.


It was seen that Mass was being carried by her nanny on the porch of the house.


"Waalaikumsalam, just finished drinking milk, ma'am. It's like a satiety, so I'm a gini pelvis to burp," Misa's foster mother said.


"Oh ... Mother's child is fullness well ... but she's not fussy, Mom?" ask Lydia both ways, to Misa and also her foster mother.


"Thank God, no, ma'am. Mass is a baby. Unless he doesn't feel well anymore, then fuss," replied the foster mother.


"Yes already. Thank goodness then. I went inside first, ma'am" said Lydia.


The woman stepped inside to take a drink for herself. However, just now that he had arrived in front of the refrigerator, the foster mother had come to him.


"Sorry, Mom. There was a postman who came to read this letter to Mr. Miko," said Misa's foster mother.


Lidia took a quick glance at the foster mother and saw what the postman had left.


A PUUFFFTTT!


Instantly, the water in Lydia's mouth gushed out, when she saw the object that the foster mother had stretched out.


"Why, Mom? Mommy didn't come out?" ask the foster mom.


"No. I'm not papa, Mom. It was almost choking, so I sprayed it. Sorry yes" said Lydia.


A letter from the court again? How many times does this letter have to come? inner Lydia.


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