Test Loyalty
Starving

Fathan and Reza, who live with their mother, make the two boys inevitably have to face the events that make them depressed and full of grief.

Sandra's attitude that often treated Hariz's two sons harshly and mercilessly made the older sister a poor child whose life was far from the affection they should have found from the second his biological parents.

Sandra sat in front of her luxurious dressing table inside the room. She looks like she is polishing her face with various kinds of makeup branded. Since his status is still single he is used to living with glamour and can get luxury goods easily with his own sweat. His hard work over the years is not in vain because it has produced many results and is able to make the mother and her extended family proud.

her white-skinned oval face added to the aura of her beauty. Sandra turned her body in front of a large mirror attached to the wall of the room. Seeing the reflection of her who had a beautiful appearance plenary.

"Fathan, you don't have to play outside, yeah, take care of your brother right!" tell Sandra as it passes leaving the two children, he continued, still dumbfounded.

Sandra breezed out of the house followed by a pushy gaze from both pairs of boys' eyes which then sat with each other.

Sandra then turned on the car engine that had been heated earlier. Then take the vehicle out of the garage and turn it slowly. Leaving the yard of the house in which there are two small children who still need supervision.

After a few minutes, Sandra parked her four-wheeled vehicle in the yard of a large mall in her neighborhood. The woman in white tunic clothes went to the 3rd floor door by using the elevator. The building is specifically for ready-to-eat restaurants that are already a subscription to Sandra and her friends hanging out.

"Sandra, here!" From a distance of a few meters, a woman waved her hand at Sandra who was greeted with a nod of the head by the woman in white.

"I ordered your favorite drinks and food earlier" said Sarah, Sandra's best friend who has now been sitting waiting for her.

"What do you know about my favorite drink?" sandra smiled at Sarah.

"Avocado juice, tho?"

"Kok, you know?" Sandra asked back.

"That's all you know, what the hell I don't know about Lo, ' Sarah replied later.

"Ox, thank you, Sar." Sandra landed her hips in a chair that was directly opposite her best friend.

Not long for the order to come. It was kept in front of Sandra and Sarah. Sandra immediately sucked the cold drink to leave half a glass.

"What do you need, San, to take me here?" ask Sarah to wonder.

"Gue needs a place to confide, Sar. The place that makes me feel comfortable and safe is the same Lo" Sandra said.

"Judah I will always be ready to be a loyal listener of your every bulk," said Sarah sincerely.

"I'm bored at home. I want to live free as before. When we can hang out, eat and chat together with our other friends.'

"Well, why? Not that after marriage will be a much better and happier life, tho?" Sarah responded.

"I used to think like that, anyway, but all my expectations are not as beautiful as the reality I have to find. My husband doesn't think and confess that I'm his legal wife. Mas Hariz looks like he's still thinking about his ex-wife. Until sometimes I think I want to end it all." Sandra also expressed her heart in front of Sarah, her loyal friend.

Sarah put the fork she was holding on the edge of her plate. Then said, "Sabar, San, because indeed such a thing must have been a risk for women who married divorced men alive. It will definitely be compared back to married people who are the reason for being left divorced by a partner." Sarah tried to give her a look.

"Which I made a sultry, yes, why should I have to take care of the two boys Mas Hariz. Why not just give it to her mother. Let me not bete because every day have to look after and nurture the two boys who still snot it." Sandra continued and poured out her heart.

"Have you tried, not yet? search Sarah answered with a nod of the head from Sandra while looking at Sarah.

"I have often persuaded Mas Hariz to return Fathan and his sister to their biological mother. But, that is, my husband is still determined to continue so he said not to let himself be separated with his two children." explained Sandra later.

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"Sister, I'm hungry. Want to eat now" whined Reza to Fathan, his brother who was accompanying him playing in the house.

The seven-year-old boy immediately got up from his seat and walked towards the back of the dining table there. He opened the food hood lying on the dining table to ensure the contents of the self

cover it up with something made of plastic.

The heart of the boy was immediately disappointed when he did not find a piece of food that was available behind the hood of food just now.

"Relse ... Quick. Get me something to eat." While Reza still continues to sulk and began to issue his cry. Which made my sister more confused.

Fathan's small steps towards the refrigerator located in the kitchen. His tiny hand then opened the fridge door slowly hoping to find a piece of food to prop up his sister's stomach. In fact, his stomach was both feeling sore and twisted because from this morning Fathan had just had a little breakfast.

Fathan had to feel disappointed for the second time when the refrigerator door tried to open. But, in there to the two neutrals, none of them caught a lump of food or snacks that could be given to the beloved sister who began to sob because she felt late waiting for her brother to take food for her.

There were only raw ingredients that could not be eaten right then and there by the two poor children.

Because Sandra herself deliberately left Fathan and Reza without any piece of food they could take and they ate. In the hope that because of her treatment, her husband's two children will feel uncomfortable during their life in their care and ask to be reversed to their biological mother.

Sandra thought, if her son directly asked, Hariz would not be able to refuse the will of his children. And he himself could get the full attention of Hariz.