Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
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"Tante, if Dila may know how long Aunt has lived in this house?" Ask Dila.

The woman in her thirties smiled. "It's only been three months, since getting married to your Om."

"Well! So Aunt just married Om Heru?" Glanced at the large belly of the woman who was slowly sitting beside Dila.

He's nodding. Let her husband's niece think and guess.

"We've met?" Ask Dila.

"Yes it was possible, I lived not far from your workshop. I also know a lot of great stories about you who said he cheated on the neighbors continue to get married" he said to make Dila surprised.

"Where's Aunt Tami going?" tanya Dila doesn't like her past back in the air.

"We were living in a house. It was just that she didn't feel right, and now she says she lives in your mother's house." she replied looking at Dila's face.

"Well! At Mom's house?" Dila was surprised, she was imagining how difficult her mother's life was. She has to take Tami and her two children.

"Yes, he said he wanted to calm down first." continued the woman again.

"Aunty really could take Om Heru, ruin Aunt Tami's happiness." Upset Dila, she remembers how Tami defended herself back then.

"Always Dila! Kok pake said I had the heart. What were you doing first? You don't think it's ruining someone else's happiness?" the cynical woman, shifted her seat.

"Tau ah, Dila wants a break." Dila moved, carrying Reno to the room near the stairs. He remembered it was the guest room he had once housed.

"Whatever it is, but if you want to eat your own cooking." The woman moved up, rising to the second floor like a powerful host.

"It's also been three months." Dila Gerrutu.

Dila rested in that room with Reno. It can be heard also in the house next to the roar of the car leaving the yard, meaning everyone has gone to Andi's house.

He took a heavy breath, thinking about the past as well as the chaotic future. Suppose he is not tempted by Ricko as well as his money, maybe now he has got a High School diploma and can find a job on his own. But everything is done, where maybe time can be repeated after making a mistake, even in a dream that time will never be repeated.

While Dila dissolves in regret, Clara and Richa look happy to go to Andi's show with Ricko. Although Ricko himself was not comfortable with the look of the eyes of many people who came. Yes, some of them are Ricko's co-workers including the Headmaster. Also his neighbor who participated raided when doing perversion with Dila.

"Sir Ricko!" Sapa an honorary teacher approached Ricko.

"Good, how are you?" ricko replied with a stiff ado.

"Okay, Thank God, sir. Father how are you?" agus asked, glancing at the two women who looked sticky to him. Richa is most attention-grabbing because it's in Ricko's lap, and their faces are similar.

"I'm also good Gus." replied Ricko, unwilling to explain about the dyia of the woman he was with.

"Papa Icha wants to pee." whined Richa, indirectly answer Agus's question that was not spoken.

"All right, dear." replied Ricko.

Until the event is over Ricko just chose to be silent while holding Richa away from his friends first.

"We go straight home" Clara said as they headed to their cars.

"Yes, we'll go get Dila" Ricko replied.

Clara breathed a rough breath, not liking it. Until they returned to Heru's two-story house. Ricko went straight in to see Dila and Reno.

"Mas." said Dila out of his room.

"We go straight home to Dila" said Ricko seriously.

"Lho, really good. It can't be tonight. I want to see Mom." said Dila indeed he was getting ready.

"Ricko, we need to get home soon." Clara's voice shouted from outside.

"Mas, this is my mother's village, our village." persuaded Dila.

"But it's not the time for Dila. You know we're here because of Clara's show." Ricko hopes Dila understands.

"Well, Mas. What's wrong with waiting for a while, I go alone nothing." Pinta Dila pleaded.

"No! You're nobody so everyone has to obey." Clara walked in with a cynical look.

"Clara, I just want to see Mom. Just two hours!"

"I want to go home, I can make him understand that I'm busy, I have to rest and we're back to work tomorrow. It's not like he's just staying at home." cynical Clara. His hatred had gotten bigger since the fight earlier this morning.

"Mas Ricko is my husband, I'm his first wife." upset Dila.

"Yes, the useless first wife. Remember the car you're wearing is mine." - Clara.

Of course Dila was surprised to hear Clara's expression, Not that Ricko said it was the result of overtime work.

"Clar." Ricko mediates.

"In fact, the house is also my money that pays the installments. If Ricko doesn't work in my office, then that house won't buy."

"Mass? Right so?" tanya Dila which of course Ricko just breathed heavy.

"His depe is from Susan, and the others are from me. You're not ashamed to be so powerless while your life is just a parasite."

"Clar!" ricko snapped, he didn't like Clara's words.

"That's Ricko's reality! Let him not be constantly arrogant!"

"But not so!" bela Ricko's.

"We go home, if you don't want to obey my wishes now we better be done. Richa and all mine I took."

"What do you mean?" Ricko started to get emotional.

"Please choose a good life with your child or a hard life with a shameless one?" shout Clara.

"I don't want to vote for Clara" said Ricko lowered his voice. "We should go home from Dila." persuaded Ricko also to Dila who had been silent with tears welling up in the eyes.

"If she doesn't want to go home, we'll just stay" Clara said again snorting annoyed, straight out without caring Ricko.

"Dila, we go home first! Next time we go to Mom's house." Ricko said, from the way she spoke, Dila already knew Ricko wouldn't be able to argue with Clara. It means Ricko loves Clara more, will definitely defend Clara than him.

And the enemy is also Clara will increasingly trample Dila's self-esteem, especially if going home means he lost to Clara.

"I went home to Mom, just two days. You gave me permission, right?" said Dila slowly, rubbing the clear grain that eventually fell too.

"But Dila..."

"Mas go home with Clara." said Dila slowly.

"Father, let's go home!" richa's voice was clearly heard from the open windshield of the car. Dila smiled cynically, knowing that it was Clara who asked him to scream.

"Alright." replied Ricko at last. He came out leaving Dila who was staring bitterly, sorrowfully and painfully at his heart because at this moment Ricko had changed. Prefer Clara and Richa over her.