Temptation Sexy Neighbors
Never Has Changed

"Are you sure you're going to that house again?" ask Dalvin. "I don't know what's in that house after decades of being empty. What if there's a snake in it? Don't worry, I don't want you to do anything!"

"I have to go back to that house, Vin. I'm sure there's a reason why Papa was murdered. The answer can only be found if I go back to that house again" Inggit said with confidence.

"Well if that's what you want. I'll get people to clean the lawn and the house first. I don't want any snakes or other dangerous animals when we come. One more thing, use a mask and wig when we come. I'm sure that our presence in that house will be noticed, okay?"

"Yes. Thank you for all your help. I go home first! I want to go back to painting. I'm gonna prepare some of my paintings for the exhibition." Inggit stood up and walked to the door of Dalvin's house with the owner.

"Good! Don't get too bad with the past. You must also rise up and enjoy your present life." Dalvin rubbed Inggit's head like he used to do when they were kids. "You should be happy, okay?"

Inggit nodded with a smile. "OKAY. Bye, Mom!"

Dalvin stared at the back of Inggit who was walking to the house next door. Dalvin realizes that Inggit is not Angel, his childhood friend. Inggit is the wife of people. As long as England is happy, Dalvin will be happy. Dalvin pulled out his cell phone and contacted his men

"Clean the house, make it as it was before the incident. There should be no snakes and dangerous animals there. Work immediately!"

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Inggit continued the painting he had only half worked on. Only by painting Inggit could release the slight heavy burden that was in his heart.

Wreaking up like a sleeping princess who had just woken up after a few years. When he woke up, Inggit was so sad to find that his parents were dead.

Before returning to their old home, Inggit would go visit the graves of his parents first. Dalvin's gonna drive him. The good man is like a guardian angel who is always by Inggit's side whenever he needs. Somehow Inggit will repay all of Dalvin's kindness during this time.

While busy painting the sound of knocking on the door made Inggit forced to stop his painting activities. He went ahead and opened the door. How surprised Inggit when he saw that the ones who came were Mama Olla and Dara, his sister-in-law. Inggit forced a smile on his face. "Mama?"

"Fandi said you're sick, is that right?" mama Olla asked with a probing look at Inggit.

"It's good, Ma. Come in, Ma, Dara!" Inggit opened the door of the house and let his in-laws and sister-in-law in.

"What do Mama and Dara want to drink?" inggit asked as he opened his fridge. Fandi is already filling their fridge with plenty of food and drinks.

"Anything" replied Mama Olla.

"It's important it's cold, because this house" Dara said, Mama Olla had told him to shut up.

"God! No, don't protest!" nagging Mom Olla.

Inggit smelled his smile. Mama Olla who used to always press him now seems to have behaved better. Maybe after knowing that the household Fandi and Inggit not as good as he thought. Mama Olla was afraid that Inggit would leave Fandi and the news of Fandi liking the same sex would re-spread.

Inggit took a cold drink and served both guests. "Please, Ma, Dara," said Inggit.

"What's sick of you, Git? Fandi forbade Mama to come to see you. Fandi thinks Mama will hurt you, but Mama is also worried about your situation."

Inggit scrunched his forehead hearing Mama Olla's words. "Worry? Since when did Mom worry about me? Aren't I just a child printer in Mama's eyes? Is it possible that after I threatened to divorce Mama came to her senses?" inner Inggit.

"Just be dizzy, Ma" replied Inggit.

"Dizziness? Don't-don't you-" Mama Olla looks sparkling to hear the words of Inggit.

"No, I'm not pregnant. Mama knows for herself how our household is, doesn't she?" cut Inggit down before Mama Olla finished talking.

"Oh ... Mama thinks you're finally getting on with Fandi and you guys .. really being a real married couple" said Mama Olla.

Inggit did not respond to Mama Olla's request. The problem is enough. There is no place to think about the unimportant.

"Git, Mama heard from Fandi, said you were at the painting show?" ask Mama Olla. Dara pretended to play her phone when she eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Yes, Ma."

"Great. Mama thinks you paint because of your hobbies, Git. It turns out you're really talented" praised Mama Olla.

"Maybe it was because my parents were true painters that I inherited their abilities" Inggit answered truthfully.

"You, Git, talk like you know who your parents are. Did the orphanage tell you who your parents were?" mama Olla underestimated Inggit.

"The parlors didn't tell me, Ma. But I remember everything. I was sick because I suddenly remembered all the events in my past. I have parents, Ma. They never left me in an orphanage like everyone thought, including Mama. I think Mama knows who my dad is too." Inggit has no power to restrain his emotions. The emotional outpouring that he had been suppressing because Mama Olla often insulted his origin.

"Oh yeah? Wh who? Your parents are so famous that you can get to know them?" There was a mocking tone in Mama Olla's tone of voice.

"Ma, that's it. Mama knows for herself that she's a halu. Do you believe that she has parents? Famous again? No way Ma, if his parents are famous, surely his son will be taken care of, not even abandoned in an orphanage. Unless he's ... bastard?" said Dara with a sharpness.

Anggit smiled at Dara's words. "As far as you want to say what. Papa's son is just me. What did you say? My parents don't take care of it? Obviously they can't take care of me because they're gone now. Your problem is not believing, it's not a problem for me. Let's see it later!"

Inggit stood up and was about to resume painting. "You guys haven't been in this house in a long time? If it's still a long time, I'd like to get back to work. If you want to go home, don't forget to bring your trash cans and throw them in the outside trash can, huh?"

"You kicked Mama out, Git?" mama Olla asked in an offended tone.

"I didn't kick Mama out. I'm just asking. At first I thought Mama had changed, it was the same. There's no change. Mama was only good to me for fear that I would divorce Mas Fandi. I've been trying to welcome Mama's change but it's all in vain. Yes, man will not change unless God moves him." Inggit left and left his grumbling in-laws and sister-in-law behind him.

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