Shortage of My Wife
Misconception
Either this is a lucky look or the biggest mistake that is a barrier to happiness in the marriage of Mita and Yazid. When the closed door is not so close, Mita easily entered an apartment where the grandmother-in-law had told her. This is where Mita is. He stepped with a trembling body when he heard a faint, indistinct voice either say what. However, there were two voices inside the room. Well, one of the television rooms that has a sofa bed becomes a place where a woman sits in the arms of a man who turns his back on Mita at this time.
"Already, relax. Don't worry there's me." Those were the words Mita heard from the lips of a man who was none other than her husband.
I swear by whatever Mita doesn't believe in what she's seeing right now. Mita shook her head shedding tears. How could the man he loved so much now embrace the body of another woman who only wears a white towel limited to the chest and thighs? There, Yazid rubbed Nia's innocent back. Well, that woman is Nia, Yazid's best friend who he defended in front of Mita until now. Even the promise he made to his wife was ignored for the sake of a woman named Nia.
Long scene that Mita saw until finally he chose to come out with a blank look. There was no hope for him when he saw the man he fought so hard with warmly pay attention to his friend even he himself as his wife never get such attention.
In her car, Mita sat with her head. No tears fell this time. I don't know if he feels very confused. His feelings hurt but there are questions that he has been asking now answered already. Well that is the reason Yazid so glorified the figure of Nia than himself. Because he did have such a great taste in Nia.
"Okay, everything's safe, Nia. Go to your room and put your clothes on." Yazid told Nia.
The woman he held for quite a long time was now as excited as too crying. His white face flushed red and he rubbed the umpteenth time to dry his tears. Nia looked at Yazid with a hopeful look.
"I'm scared, Yazid. I was so afraid that the bad guy would come again." she cried again. His body he scatters into the arms of Yazid.
It all started from the apartment that was opened from the outside, when he took a bath and Nia did not realize that she had been the target of a man who admired her secretly. Until the break-in and make Nia almost lost her crown. Luckily he was able to contact Yazid when he managed to push the man out of the room.
In the slightest, Nia had no plans, but somehow Yazid became a hero to her. Nia felt so safe when Yazid came to secure herself and took the man to the police station.
"Okay, everything's fine, Nia. Believe everything is safe. Put your clothes on, I'll wait here. After that come with me." Nia also reluctantly headed to her room. He decided to hurry up and get back in front of Yazid.
It was clearly visible on the woman's face that she was extremely pale at this moment. Soon the two stepped out and headed for the parking lot. However, not only did Yazid get into the car his head turned in surprise when he saw a car that felt familiar to him drove out of the parking lot.
"Maybe it's just my mind." murmured the man in positive thought.
Nia was just sitting quietly in the car looking at the vehicle that was moving drove somehow towards which direction. All he knew was that he was safe right now was being close to the man he felt most sincere about. Life as an orphan is not easy to survive in the big city.
Without him knowing if the car has now stopped in the courtyard of the house that turned out to belong to Yazid and also Mita at this time. Nia was sitting in the car waiting for what order Yazid would give her. The man got down and opened the car door where Nia was.
"Let's go in." he asked directly to take Nia.
Do not know himself if the wife is not even in the house at this time. I don't know where Mita went at this time he himself has not realized it. An empty room became Nia's place to rest.
Nia sat down by her bedside and looked around the room. Not very neat but pretty clean. The room was very rarely open because no one occupied it. Yazid who was not in his room looked around and headed for the bathroom. In the open bathroom there is also no visible wife there.
"Mita!" shouted again.
The atmosphere was very quiet there was no sign that Mita was home that night. Now that time was getting late, Yazid who remembered his words at that moment suddenly ran out of the room. He did not want his wife to get angry again. He also held a cellphone many times calling still not getting an answer from his wife.
"What's up, Mister?" the sleeping maid rushed to Yazid who was walking out of the house to make sure his wife's car.
Her memory revolves around the time in the parking lot of Nia's apartment. He clearly saw a car plate that was almost the same as the wife but not so he noticed the details.
"Mita, where's my wife, Bi? Is he out?" yazid asked with his panicked face.
"So the Madam came out almost at the same time as Mr. Kok. Aunty thought it was following Mister." What was really on Yazid's mind at the moment. If the car he saw was Mita's car.
When Yazid was thinking hard about where his wife was at this time, Nia came out. The sound of Yazid screaming looking for Mita turned out to invite the attention of the entire house.
"What's up, Yazid?" tanya Nia approached.
His pale face looked fine now. Obviously he was calm because Yazid took him to a house where he felt very safe.
Elsewhere, Mita enters Yazid's parents' residence where she steps into the grandmother's room. Of course his arrival was so shocking to Fena once.
"Grandmother.." her cries broke as she hugged the body of the old woman lying down. Fena was very surprised by the sudden presence of Mita.
She thought Mita would solve her problem when she saw Yazid and Nia doing nothing. However, what happened was exactly the opposite. The woman came crying very bitterly. Obviously both of Mita's eyes were even already very swollen at this moment.
"Mita, what's going on? Why are you crying like this?" asked Fena cupped both of Mita's very pitiful faces.
Long Mita could only cry without saying anything. His heart was too tight to say anything more every time he remembered the hug of the husband on a woman who did not wear clothes only wrapped in a towel.