Slander Fruits of Karma
Get Out of My Life

The Part 108

Irwan squeezed his hair in frustration, Romi's behavior this time has made him on the edge. Worse yet, Irwan was confused what to say to his wife later.

"Haha, sihall!!

Buugghs ... Bughh

The door of Bu Mini's house is the target of Irwan's tantrums, his emotions can no longer be restrained due to the treatment of his family.

Bu Mini curled up in the corner of the room while covering both ears, the middle-aged woman did not dare to approach her eldest child who was being ignited by emotions.

Meanwhile, the troublemaker has not yet revealed the trunk of his nose. How could Irwan go home without his wife's motorbike.

"You have gone too far!" shouted Irwan

"Your staff to me, even to my household at stake!"

Irwan's body fell to the floor, dashed hope is currently living happily with his small family.

Shortly thereafter, Romi appears drunk. Suddenly Irwan stood up and threw a fist several times to his sister's face until Romi staggered and collapsed to the floor.

"Tolooongg!! Shouted the hysterical Mini Ma'am

Bu Mini ran up to Romi's helpless body, her tears breaking as she saw fresh blood pouring from Romi's nose and lips.

Bu Mini turned to Irwan with a sharp look, as if he wanted to slice whatever was in front of him.

"Wicked you Wan!"

"You are worse," Irwan replied furiously.

"In fact, you didn't think about my fate after this," Irwan continued with teary eyes.

One thing that makes Irwan can no longer hold back his anger, his mother casually tells him that Novia motorbike has been sold.

Irwan inexhaustible, after that his mother and sister conspiracy to deliberately deceive him also Novia.

"I ask again mah, answer honestly do not convoluted. Where are you selling Novia motorcycles?" irwan asked with a trembling voice.

Stammering Bu Mini answered Irwan's question, the woman squeezed her fingers in fear.

"In, in .. in, market front workshop," said Bu Mini

"How dare you do that!"

Irwan no longer continued his words, he twisted his body and passed away to the place his mother mentioned.

The only thing on Irwan's mind right now, how can he redeem the Novia motorbike.

How disappointed Irwan, when he met the Buyer who refused to be redeemed.

Irwan tried hard to persuade him. However, the result of that nil man remained in his stance. Even Irwan had threatened to report to the authorities still failed.

Irwan resigned and chose to go home, there Novia was waiting with a sense of anxiety. But, keep calm.

Irwan was already home, the father of three children entered and immediately met his wife who had been waiting for a long time.

"Where's my bike Wan?" ask Novia

Irwan scratched his non-itchy nape, unraveled his nervousness and answered Novia's question.

"I haven't met Romi, mom says she's staying at her young wife's house and I don't know where the address is" Irwan told a lie.

"Oh, so? Alright I wait another two days," Novia replied with a cynical smile

"I'm not stupid Wan, it's just that I'm in your family's game" said Novia

Without saying a word, Irwan passed by leaving Novia and stepped inside the room.

The next day, Novia came out early leaving her three children at home with Irwan.

Of course the goal will find out for itself about the motor used in-law, through the help of someone, finally Novia can get information.

The woman went to meet the person who had bought her motorcycle, as much as possible Novia held back the turbulent emotions in her and remained calm when dealing with the Buyer.

"I want to redeem the bike again" said Novia firmly.

"Sorry ma'am, I can't hand it over because I paid in full with my mother-in-law and brother-in-law" the man replied

"The motor belongs to me, the letters are in my name. Of course you can't help it."

"Obviously you've become a crutch!" press Novia

The man did not flinch at all with the threat of Novia, instead he remained in his position on the grounds that the motorbike had been sold back to someone else.

Novia clenched her hands, her tears dripping and without making a sound.

"Mom better deal with in-laws and mother-in-law, because they come and offer the motor to me" said the Buyer.

"Free I come to them, it will make me even more hurt. Just see what you'll receive from me later" Novia murmured furiously

The woman returned home, not getting the results of her meeting with her motorcycle buyer.

When Novia enters, she crosses paths with Irwan in the living room.

"Wan, I want to talk." Novia's voice was so cold and it sounded terrible in Irwan's ears

Irwan hesitated to approach his wife, then sat down next to Novia.

"Speak Vi, I'll listen" said Irwan interspersed with a long sigh

"If you answer honestly, then I will forgive your mistakes. But, if you're so good, don't blame my attitude!"

"Now I'm asking you nicely, where did Romi sell my bike?" asked Novia with her sharp gaze

Irwan gasped at his wife's question, how could Novia know the truth while he had not said anything to his wife.

"What mean? I don't understand Vi." Irwan pretended not to know

"Again I ask, where did Romi sell the bike!? Novia's voice tone began to rise.

"Oath! I don't know Vi," elak Irwan grabbed Novia's hand but, immediately pushed hard by Novia

"I'm sorry Vi, I don't know what else to do. Really, my current position is very much in a dilemma. I was just keeping everything in order to keep it alright" Irwan murmured inwardly

Novia took a breath and slowly exhaled, trying to brace herself in a very difficult situation.

The woman has thought carefully and made a decision, which will determine the fate of herself and her children later.

A very heavy decision. But, he had to do it for the sake of his already torn inner calm.

"Irwan, please leave this house as well" Novia said in a trembling voice.

Immediately Irwan slumped down and hugged Novia's leg, pleading with the utmost for Novia to pull out the words she had just said.

"By Allah Vi, withdraw your words. Please give me some time to sort this out."

Irwan pleads and whines at Novia's feet. However, as much as possible Novia refrained from faltering. His anger this time had really peaked.

Novia looked straight ahead, her chest rumbling violently between hate and compassion at war in her heart at this moment.