
"I'm just scared, I'm pregnant!",
Ana looked at her best friend and then fell silent. It is rare, once directly related to pregnancy. But it does not rule out the possibility that it can happen if the woman is in fertile period.
"Pray, I hope it's not what you think it is. You've only done it once, there's little chance that you'll get pregnant right away!", Gita just smiled, Ana said. She won't get pregnant just by having a relationship.
"Who's pregnant??", the two women suddenly kept silent at Anisa's arrival.
"Why are you silent, who is pregnant?", repeated the Gita in-laws. Anisa looked at the two full of probing. His eyes widened looking at the red markings that filled his daughter-in-law's neck.
"Who did this to you?", asked Anisa firmly. Gita looked at Ana, and vice versa
"Tell me Git, who has desecrated you!!", said Anisa loudly
"Mas Danar!!", Anisa sighed heavily. Now what else does his son do.
"Where is she now?", search Anisa
"Home ma!!",
Anisa left with a face that looked angry. Gita sighed, holding Anisa back was also free.
"Now, what's your plan?", asked Ana curiously
"Come on, my mom looks really angry. He will definitely scold Danar. And Danar's gonna hate me even more. Do I have to give up now?", said Gita
Ana looked back at her best friend, if she could say yes. So Ana would say that, unfortunately Ana knew that Gita still loved her husband. But Ana also watched her best friend suffer and eat heart every day.
"Ask your heart Git, sometimes we have to give up for a new happiness!",
"You're right, if only I could turn back time. If only I hadn't been stupid to recognize who I really was. Maybe I won't suffer like this!", he said slowly
"What do you mean Git?",
"Dirga, all the attention I have received since High School is not from Danar mas. But from Dirga!!"
Ana shut her mouth to cover up her shock. It was only fitting that when he met Dirga, the man immediately asked Gita for news. Apparently this is the reason.
"Unfortunately my heart cannot turn away. I loved Mas Danar until now though I know, it wasn't him who gave all that attention. I'm a fool right An?", Gita smiled bitterly, her love for Danar has closed her heart to another man. Though aware if she is not the woman her husband wants. Gita can't help but know that she still loves Danar.
"Love makes people go crazy. If you love him, fight for him. Make him see you, you're his wife. You have rights over your husband too. If your efforts do not yield results. Perhaps the last option, you should look for another man!!", Ana chuckled at his best friend. Gita laughed when she heard the words of the Javanese girl.
"Thank you An, you're the one who's always there when I'm down. I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend!",
"I'm also lucky to have you as my best friend. It's ah, how to be melow gini. Let's eat, the food's cold. Don't think of anything right now!", Gita nodded
They eat breakfast quietly, Gita trying to swallow his rice, his mind is still imagined last night. Lying when he said he forgot everything. The shadow of the hot event was still clearly imprinted on his head. Gita's hands began to tremble, her body goosebumps again.
"Pull your breath, relax your mind. Throw away slowly and repeat!", Ana said when she saw her best friend getting restless, Gita did as Ana told her to, and slowly she began to feel calm.
"I remember it again An!!", said Gita
"I know, it's not easy to forget that. But you must try to suppress your fear so as not to become traumatized. If necessary, we will go to a psychiatrist!", he suggested
"No need An, I'll try it myself. I just need time to forget everything!", replied Gita sure
"You are not alone, I will always accompany you through these difficult times!", Ana stood up and hugged her best friend.
After breakfast, Ana calls the office and informs Gita that she and she are not allowed to enter today. Especially today, Ana will accompany her best friend all day. He would comfort the woman to forget all her sadness.
"Mas, we have to talk!", force Dance
Danar continued walking regardless of his wife, he had just finished preparing to head for his office.
"Mas ..., just a small mistake you ignore me like this?", he said annoyed
Danar stopped his steps, he turned around and looked at his second wife.
"You said a small matter?!", Dance was silent when she saw the expression on her husband's face. His scarps as Danar's eyes look at him.
"You don't know how hard it is for mama to work so that we can live properly?. Ah of course, you live very well with that bastard mama and man. Huh ..., even he did not remember his flesh blood at all", the male circus
"I don't know anything you did in the past. I don't know if Papa Agung is your biological father. Is it my fault?!", asked Tari
"You're innocent of everything your mother did. But you cover up this truth, what is your real purpose?. Did your mom tell you to come near me? Your mama wants to hurt my mama again?!", asked Danar. Dance shook quickly
"No mas, our relationship has nothing to do with my mother. I really love you, and you know that very well. Mom was happy at first when I told her about my boyfriend. But when I found out you were papa's son, my mom forbade me from connecting with you. That's why I'm so desperate to seduce you, that we sleep together before we get married. It's all for mama to trick us!!", explained Tari
"So right my guess!!. You did seduce my son into marrying you, you even used your body to get it!!", said Anisa cynically.
"No, it's not like that ma. I ....!",
"You look a lot like your mom. You give up every means to reach your goal. It's not wrong for me to reject you as my son-in-law. You don't deserve to be in the Adiaksa family!!",
"I did all that because I love Danar!!", said Tari in self-defense
"You see your wife, this is your woman of choice. I picked you a good woman but you chose her instead. Look now, she has let you down, lied to you and hurt your heart!!", Anisa said looking at her son
"I'm sorry ma, I should have listened to what you said!!", she said
"For why do you speak like that. Do you regret marrying me. Do you not love me anymore?", said Tari
Of course Danar still loves the woman in front of him, even very. They have been in love for five years. Many of the sweet and bitter memories they shared, and it was not easy to forget them all in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, Danar was disappointed with his wife's lies.
"My answer is mas?, you don't love me anymore?", he repeated
Danar stared into his wife's eyes
"I still love you!", Dance smiled at Danar's words, "But I was disappointed in you. You even lied about your pregnancy. You know?, my heart broke Dance, broke. I look forward to the fruit of our love, I want a child very much. But you easily made all this stuff a toy. Because of you, I almost killed Gita, thinking she killed our baby!", Danar said with teary eyes.
"I did it all out of fear that you would start loving that woman. You guys were even close when I wasn't by your side. You look comfortable with him. I, just afraid of losing you!", Dance began to cry,
"Don't you already know, Danar is a married man. It is a risk that you have to share your husband with another wife. But by not knowing himself you want to master Danar alone. Even lying just for the sake of your selfishness!!", furious Anisa, let alone Danar looks starting to melt on his second wife.
Danar was starting to be touched by the words of his second wife, honestly he felt guilty. Dance right, when with Gita, Danar did start to feel comfortable. Even starting to forget it, is it possible that Danar began to feel for his mother's chosen wife?. Especially after the incident last night, Danar began to feel opium on the body of his first wife.
"Please forgive me. I promise I'll turn into a better wife. But I beg you not to leave me!!", please Dance, she hugged her husband tightly
Anisa looked at her daughter-in-law's heart, especially Danar who seemed to still be inedible seduce his wife.
"I'll forgive you, if you agree on one thing!", Dance looked at her husband with sparkling eyes
"Say mas, I definitely agree!", said Tari spirit.
"I want you to accept Gita as my wife too!",
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