
The next morning, Ajeng prepared to go to Yudha's house with Hasna to take his belongings that he had not had time to bring. Surely he is made-up by Hasna as natural as possible, because Ajeng does not like dancing menor.
Despite that, Ajeng looks very beautiful. Thin lips, sharp nose, clean white skin Sharp eyes and have thick eyebrows and lentic eyelashes.
"You are so beautiful." praise Hasna and Ajeng smile.
"Udah ah, let's hunt." ask Ajeng. "Qeera, is it over, son?" call him and Qeera appears.
"Your mother" she replied, but her gaze was immediately drawn to her mother's face.
"Mother wear what? How is it getting pretty now?" ask Qeera. And Ajeng just gawked at his daughter's babble.
"Now, your own child just say beautiful." kekeh Hasna. "so from now on don't be lazy to take care of your own face." he advised.
"Yes... I'll try." kekeh Ajeng.
Then Ajeng, Hasna, Qeera and her nanny boarded Ajeng's car. And Hasna who was driving drove towards the school of Qeera first.
After arriving, Qeera and her nanny got out of the car and waved at Ajeng who was in the car
Hasna returned to the car. After a few hours, the two of them finally arrived at the gate of Yudha's house.
But the eyes of both of them must be stained by looking at the intimacy of Yudha and Fiona in front of the terrace.
"Basar don't know shame.in the open they are brave like that." said Hasna.
"Then, what do they think. Now we focus on what we came here for" Ajeng and Hasna looked at him in amazement.
"Thank God you're not jealous to see them. Anyway you have to prove to them that you are more worthy of defending and must be more successful than Yudha." Hasna said it was encouraging.
Both got out of the car and the gate was opened by security guards.
"Please enter the ma'am" said Hendra made the two couples who make each other's fondling turned their heads.
"You came at last" said Yudha, and both of her hands were put in her pants.
"I told you, right? I'll come here to pick up my stuff that I haven't had time to bring." Ajeng said.
Ajeng stepped past the two of them while Hasna kept waiting for him outside.
"Who told you to come in?" fiona asked as Ajeng's hand was about to open the door.
"This is no longer your home, so don't be so happy, have manners, right?" cetus Fiona and Ajeng set their breath so as not to be provoked.
Hasna who saw him was furious, making him step forward.
"What do you want?" ask Fiona cynically to Hasna. "Remember, you're only here as a guest, so don't you dare fight me as the host here."
"You." Hasna challenged him with emotion.
Fiona smiled with satisfaction at Ajeng and Hasna remained silent.
Then Fiona entered the house, he ordered ART to take all Ajeng's belongings, and put them on the floor just like that.
ART was no other choice, he complied with all the requests of his employer, of course because he did not want to be fired.
"Sorry Mom." said ART to Ajeng while nodding politely.
"Ohh yeah of course feel at home dong, who is also the employer." timpal Fiona.
"The judge's master is so much at home." Hasna's chirp makes Fiona look at him sharply.
"Here come, we better go." Ask Ajeng.
"Tumben you're silent, usually against my words" Fiona said.
"Why do I serve people who have no heart, waste time." Ajeng chimps.
Then they stepped towards the gate to get out. But his steps came to a halt when Yudha was heard calling him.
"Wait" said Yudha. He walked over and stood in front of Ajeng and Hasna.
"Where's the car key?" ask Yudha. "That car wasn't yours, was it? So give it back to me, because I bought it." Yudha told Fiona to smile happily. While Ajeng stuck with the request that soon be her ex-husband.
"Truly this time, I witnessed with my own eyes that there was a man as evil and selfish as you Yudha" Hasna said emotionally. "And you gave it as your anniversary gift. But it's good! So that Ajeng is not bound to you anymore." he said, then Hasna snatched the car keys in Ajeng's hand and he threw them just like that about Yudha's chest.
"Then, what do I care?" timpal Yudha tilted his right lip to the side.
"Come, we're good to get out of here." invite Hasna while pulling Ajeng's hand that was silent.
The two of them walked out of the gate and ordered an online taxi.
"It is very strange for Yudha. I was sure that karma would soon befall them." said Hasna, then turned to her best friend who wiped the corner of her eyes.
"Ajeng, I know you're not as loud as I see you. You must be strong, you must rise. There is a Qeera that you should be happy with." Hasna said as she hugged her best friend.
"you're right, I have Qeera that I should be happy with. She's everything to me from anything." Ajeng said smiling as he stared blankly.
The online taxi that was booked arrived, then they both went up and told the destination address. They both chose to return to the shophouse.
"Mas, you were great. Uuhh more love you." said Fiona smiled spoiled while hugging Yudha.
"Now what do you want? I've fulfilled all your desires." Yudha looked at Fiona.
"If I ask again, will you be able to fulfill it?" ask Fiona.
"Tell me what you want." he said.
"I want to ... Home." said Fiona. the sentence that certainly makes Yudha think a thousand times to fulfill it, because his finances are now unstable due to the tender results of yesterday's meeting he failed to win it, make Abian not give bonus for him. Monthly salary he had asked for first because he wanted to meet his wife to buy a new car.
"Mas, how are you quiet? why emang? Will you fulfill my request on this one?" fiona asked looking at Yudha who looked puzzled.
"Well, I'll fill it up" he said. Making Fiona smile at him. "But on one condition."
Fiona instantly melted her smile. "Condition? What'sthat?" Ask curiously.
"I already got a son from you, and I bought you a house."
Fiona. Because she knew it was hard to get pregnant.
"Mas, please don't be given any conditions, please." Pinta Fiona while clenching her hands in front of her chest.
"Just ask the child, is it hard? we're doing it, all right?" asked Yudha. "Except ... There is something you hide from me." said Yudha looked at Fiona, and the one who was stared down did not dare to raise his face.