Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Same with Mas Radit

I pressed the blanket on my body, it had been more than six hours I lay down but could not sleep. My head hurts, the occasional goosebumps from my legs to my head, the pain is also in my back.

"San!" mom's voice called but was lazy to say.

"San open son, you haven't eaten yet." call Mama and bang on my door.

There's no way I'm gonna let you worry, I'm trying to open my eyes, I can't. Like there's glue sticking together, in my eyes and in my mouth.

"Sane...San!" mom's voice was shrieking.

"Bye, Radit!" well, Mama was really worried.

"Ma, what's wrong?" mas Radit's voice behind the door, I don't know why I feel so weak.

"Susan, from noon he shut himself up. Mama's worried!" whinek Mama.

"San! Open up, you're okay, right?" this time it was Mas Radit who patted my door.

"Oh my God, Mama's afraid." said Mama.

"Radit just broke down!"

"Eh, no Dit. Mama has a spare key. Mama forgot!" I heard Mom move away. Not long after the door opened.

"San!"

"Dad!"

The two people approached, Mama opened the blanket and shook my body.

"San wakes up son." Call Mama worried. But my eyes still felt heavy and hard to open.

"Sick Ma!" said Mas Radit fingered my forehead.

"Oh my God, how's Dit?" said Mom panicked.

"Aja Ma's hospital, then call Papa directly there."

Mas Radit carried me, took me down the stairs. I was in the car and opened my eyes.

"Mas." call me slow.

"Mang, bring a car ya." Mas Radit's orders did not answer me, immediately asked Mang Udin to drive.

"It's so hot." Mama clasped my hand, while my head rested on Mas Radit's shoulder.

Ah, my drama once! Just want a divorce to go to the hospital, but tomorrow is my first trial. But couldn't resist either, the doctor said I should stay the night.

"Dit, you take care of your brother. Mama Laper wants to find food for us." said Mama indeed they have not eaten because of me, while now it has shown at 22.

"Radit's the one who's looking for Ma's food."

"No, you take care of Susan" said Mama did not want to be denied.

Silent in my ward. Only the roar of Mas Radit's breath occasionally heavily sat beside me.

"Mas." I called to open my eyes a little, I saw him looking at me.

"Yes, why?" mas Radit asked worriedly, he grabbed my hand.

"I don't want a fever. Tomorrow's Mas trial." I said, obviously it makes it difficult for me to rest.

"You don't have to think about tomorrow, take a break, let's recover quickly."

I took a heavy breath, It felt like my chest was claustrophobic imagining tomorrow. If he says he's ready, who's ready to divorce with a case like mine.

"You still love Ricko?" mas Radit asked suddenly, his eyes looking serious, with gentleness still emanating there.

"Dek." call Mas Radit, as if I were a child.

"Still still Mas. Anybody can have sudden love. Two years I lived with Mas Ricko and now I have to split up. To imagine him living with someone else is very painful."

"Mas knows. But the choice is really not good for you. Survive but in honey, or get divorced and lose all your memories. Both require great sincerity, and it's not easy."

"I am still divorced, but my heart is not ready, and I have to be ready."

"You can do it, I promise I won't leave you until you feel better. And the matter of divorce Mas can make once the trial is immediately completed. The evidence is complete and the error is definitely not the same as you. But what makes Mas doubt is your feelings, do not let after divorce you even want to go back again with Ricko."

"No, I want to get divorced. It's enough Ricko's hurt me.

"Yes, then you take a break." she pulled the blanket up to my stomach.

"Mas."

"Hem."

"Papa said, Mas Radit's leave of work is over tomorrow." I asked sadly.

"Yes. It's also because two years didn't come home. I can take two weeks off. Tomorrow, your trial is over. I have to extend my contract to Jakarta. Working a big project is like that." . "the answer is smile.

"Not that he said, promise not to leave me. If tomorrow's gone, it means I'm alone."

"Can't go home."

"When?" my question made him smile.

"Well, would you?" mas Radit asked quietly, suddenly his tone sounded romantic. Is it just my feeling?

"Now ah Mas. It won't be possible to allow Papa."

"If you're allowed?" tanya Mas Radit fishing.

"No way, Dad, Papa won't give permission."

"Hoo Papa give me permission?"

"No way."

"That's possible. I'll ask Papa's permission."

"Imust be a Mas."

Mas Radit smiled, I don't know what that smile means. What is clear is that he likes to behave like that, hinting that I am his favorite sister. We don't have anyone anymore. I was born alone, and he didn't know where he came from. All we know is that I only have each other, I only have Radit, and Mas Radit only has me.

The morning trial was finally going well, I need not hesitate about the ability of Radit mas since school has intelligence above average. Moreover, Papa's unmitigated support, I present with in the guard of many men strapping Papa's men. You could say they were bodyguards.

"San, can we talk for a minute." Mas Ricko's voice came from my left side, he taught me. But Papa's four confidants didn't allow him to come near, nor was I allowed to look.

Never mind, we already have nothing to discuss together. Betraying, it's my key word to forget about Mas Ricko.

"This must be your plan!" he shouted as I was about to enter the car door. I looked quickly.

Behind me I saw Mas Ricko pushing on Mas Radit's shoulder.

"Lu deliberately took care of everything without mediation, you want to take Susan from me, asshole!" one fist floated but missed. "Lu thinks Susan wants the same cowardly rich man you are! Don't expect your dreams to come true, especially if I'm still alive." Enraged Mas Ricko pointed at Mas Radit who just dodged.

Twice Mas Ricko said that Mas Radit wanted to take me from him. Cook is that so Radit?

"San is beating me up! He's just pretending to be nice when his dalem is rotten, he wants you to be your Papa's treasure too!" mas Ricko shouted I can still hear because the car door is not closed. And Mas Radit came in without a care for his shout, and sat quietly beside me.

Along the way I was thinking more and more, what exactly did Mas Ricko mean. I also looked at Mas Radit many times. I'd like to ask.