The Bitter Three's
Alwa Sad Again

"Bak Alwa can step aside first, right? This weight," lamented Raka.

"Eh?" Alwa looked down.

He finally realized how his position was now, filled with danger warnings.

"Astaghfirullah!! Mas Raka how the hell!" Alwa stood up with a red face.

"Well, how am I being scolded?" muttered Raka lazily. Then he rubbed his back against the ceramic floor rented one door.

"No, no clothes!" Alwa immediately turned her body. And take his eyes off.

"People in their own homes," Raka grumbled in a low voice.

"Sorok! I haven't had a shower yet!"

"But! Accused of being slovenly anyway," grumbled Raka again. "What the hell is Mbaaaaaaak? Where is my address from? Then what do you want to do hereiiiiiii?"

"Know from Mas Galuh, said Mas Galuh Doctor Sisca also often here. Why'd he come here?"

"The meaning of time, why be a kepo?"

"Mas Raka has pants,"

"Yes purposely let the cold have his ventilation,"

"Not needed to be bought?"

"Why take care of others?"

Alwa did not answer. He just turned his back to Raka while stunned. The woman only realized that she was in the house of a man, not a muhrim, and she was in a rainy wet condition, displaying clearly the silhouette of her curves even though her dress was black-black.

"Mas Raka, the door is opened, yes" he said, widening the opening of the door.

"Close it, cold, '" Raka sighed as she headed towards her wardrobe to pick up her t-shirt and shorts.

"Bak Alwa needs a change of clothes?"

"I think I need Mas. I'm cold, anyway,"

"This cake is yes," Raka handed her a clean towel and ... Sarongs.

"Kok use this anyway Mas!!" exclaim Alwa sewot.

"Liar sexy, rubbed aja kayak village flower bath at times," kekeh Raka.

"Mas Raka!" yang Alwa sewot

"Iyaaaa, that's a holster for a hijab change, if the shirt is wearing my pajamas. Purchased Miss Susan anyway, so the material is pretty good,"

Unexpectedly, Alwa's face immediately clouded. "Oh," he muttered. "He again, he again, bored me,"

Raka raised her eyebrows in astonishment. Isn't Alwa familiar with Susan? Why is he an enemy again?

For the answer, let's flashback to the events of the day before, let's,

On Friday, the historic day of David and Susan's 'first night' is set in David's office.

The first night is done during the day.

When they return home, they stay friendly. Kissing anywhere, every chance.

Hanifah who saw it could understand because she also knew the real problem, she could only resign. If you have resigned and tried sincerely, he also tried to work more in the cafe so as not to spend time at home.

But what about Alwa?

The night was exactly 2 weeks after her intensive treatment at Doctor Sisca's clinic. Alwa glazed inside her room and greatly admired the result. She was twice as beautiful as usual. His face was shining and radiant, in his own way. He feels like Cut Meyriska. Beautiful, glowing white, and alluring.

Then he took a long breath.

With this, surely he can seduce David to be able to spend intimate sessions overnight. So he thought with confidence.

Not until he passed the living room, he heard a voice in the clean kitchen.

Susan's giggling voice, accompanied by whispers.

Alwa peeked a little.

Susan was sitting at the bar. David stood in front of him. They kissed with affection. Susan poked her thin white arm around David's neck, and the man hugged Susan's waist tightly.

Alwa observes their activities. Studying Susan's movements, learning things David liked.

Until Susan whispered,

"Already dong, at home there is still Alwa,"

"You promised you'd buy me at the hotel" whispered David.

"Rubber too. Want it to go now?"

"OK,"

And they both came out of the kitchen clean and without further ado straight out of the house, got into the car, and just passed by.

Leaving the dumb Alwa, for they had no time to rebuke them.

In a daze Alwa finally goes to the cafe Hanifah, intending to tell her everything.

He hoped Hanifa would support him. But what happened was the opposite

"Just give up the Deck" hissed Hanifah,

"Huh? What's?"

"Save it off, for your own good,"

"Abi has always been infatuated with Sister Susan, we are just a burden for her because of the trust from Abi Suleyman. You want to be as pretty as anything, just keep Abi focused on Susan Ma'am,"

"But Abi is our husband, he has to be fair!"

"What if he decides not to be fair?" ask Hanifah with a flat face.

Alwa was silent for a moment, then frowned, "Eh? How's Ma'am?"

"What if Abi deliberately decides not to be fair? What do you think is going to happen?" Hanifah repeated her question.

Alwa suddenly paled. "It can't be like that, it's just speculation Kak Hani," said Alwa finally, trying to keep a positive mind.

Hanifah smiled bitterly. Then the woman sighed, "Then Abi couldn't have avoided you deliberately going to the hotel with Sister Susan just so they wanted to have some alone time,"

"Maybe they're back tonight, right?"

"Please wait for them. But I warn Dek, don't expect too high. Abi .. ah, Mas David belongs to Sister Susan. If we protest by demanding justice, he will give us a choice. Want to be divorced or just accept this situation," Hanifah since being told that Suleyman's business was over, decided to no longer assume David was her husband. But he was not ready to live a widow. So he will accept his life until he has his own love, or until he can be financially independent.

Susan was actually willing to help him in terms of future savings, but was rejected outright by Hanifah. The woman wants to have income from her own sweat. If you want help from Susan, it's a lie.

"Sister Hani kept joking, huh! I'm serious again" grumbled Alwa.

At that time, Galuh who had just come from the office entered the cafe while releasing his suit. Hanifa immediately moved from her seat to return to work.

"As far as you are, you will see the situation tonight" he said.

From today Hanifah does not wear his veil because David has warned him about the requirements proposed by his business club. His clothes became more modern but still closed.

"Assalamualaikum Mas Galuh" said Hanifa.

Galuh smiled as he watched Hanifah's different appearance, "Wa'alaikumsalam, you are different today, Ms. Hani,"

"Yes, I've never tried to wear patterned clothing before. Just be polite, right?"

"Beautiful, really," replied Galuh. "Sir David has information on the terms of the association, huh?"

"Already Mas, despite the weight I tried to accept," Hanifah sighed, "But after I escape from Mas David, maybe I will return veiled. It feels like it's open like this,"

Galuh nodded while smiling gently. "Now call it Mas David?" goda.

"I'll find my own 'Abi'" Hanifah said. Galuh just kept quiet while looking at him softly.

"What conditions?" cut Alwa suddenly.

Galuh and Hanifah looked at Alwa with a familiar look.

"Daddy, I'm staying at work. The food doesn't have to be paid, I'm buying," Hanifah said, switching the conversation as she passed back to the counter.

"It's easy, Ma'am Alwa" Galuh said as he followed Hanifah.

So that night to prove Hanifa wrong, Alwa waited for David and Susan to come home. Alwa had sent a short message to her second phone but did not get a reply.

Until the morning, when Alwa woke up on the couch of the tv room because she heard the dawn prayer, her crying suddenly exploded.

David sent him a message if he didn't have to wait. While Susan replied to her message that they might just go home on Monday!

Alwa did not understand what was happening exactly, what was wrong, and what was the meaning of their treatment of Alwa.

And at that time, what Alwa remembered was the figure of Raka. Because Hanifah is no longer possible to talk to, so the hope is only Raka.

It was raining heavily and Raka could not be reached.

"Sir," Hanifah came out of the mushola after the dawn prayer. "I got a morning shift today, there's a lot of reporters coming for a cafe promotion, I have to be there right away to prepare treats,"

Hanifah was a bit in a hurry and immediately went into her room to take a shower and left for work.

"Sister Hani, do you know Mas Raka's home address?" hanifah asked as she chased after Hanifah who was half-running.

"Who? Do you not know? I don't know, Dek. It's even weird that I know, right?" Hanifah grinned.

"Ah is right too" muttered Alwa.

Hanifah wiped away the remaining tears that were on Alwa's cheeks while smiling fondly, "I asked Mas Galuh yes, I will wa you if you have got the address," said Hanifah. "You go to Raka's place with Mr. Ridwan alone, Dek. I'm taking transjakarta,"

"Huh? Hani is using transjakarta?! Does Hani really do it?"

"From yesterday I rode Transjakarta, faster than riding a car. And it turned out to be cool as well because there was a special area of women," Hanifah said as she entered her room.

And after knowing the address of Raka, slide Alwa to the location. And because Raka's rented location was inside a narrow alley, the car could not get inside. So in the midst of heavy rain, Alwa desperate to go down to the road.

Returning to the present, Raka listens to Alwa's story while holding her chin up. Alwa sobbed while drinking her warm tea.

"What really happened?" alwa asked confused.

Raka could only sigh.

He was also confused as to how to respond to Alwa.

The rain had subsided a little, with the atmosphere adorned with the sound of Alwa sneezing. At that time a short message appeared from Raka's adoptive mother.

Mother: Bang, you came to Leha's wedding do not stretch kale ya! I'm ashamed to be the neighbor's talk if you're single! Where did you go with Juleha! If you need a comot on the side of the road, who's the cake!

Raka clucking. Ceile, people are confused even more confused! batin Raka grumbled.

But then his eyes looked at this figure in front of him.

"Hm," Raka sighed while thinking.

"What mas? How's that?" ask Alwa sewot.

"Mr Alwa, would you be my future wife?"