The End of Two Semesters
Chapter 57 - The

Hermawan knows Santi didn't meet Jessi. He had people follow Santi, and it turned out that Santi was going with Fano to have dinner together. Hermawan did not expect his daughter would be like that, secretly meeting Fano again, even though his status was still Arya's husband.

Arya came to take Anin home, but when Arya was about to leave, Anin cried instead. Finally Arya accompanied Anin first until Santi went home.

“Santi go where she said, Pa?” ask Arya.

“Di—dia is seeing her lawyer,” replied Hermawan. Hermawan would love to tell Arya the truth, but Hermawan does not want the problems that Santi and Arya face will be more complicated. But, however, Santi was still Aryan's wife, and Hermawan did not want to cover up his son's mistakes.

“Oh, he still keeps asking for separation huh, Pa?” ask Arya.

“You are patient, papa does not know why he has been feeling unstable lately. Maybe because he went back to meeting Fano. Last afternoon she ...”

“Before, this is Santi's ex Fano? Father of Anin?” cut Arya.

“Iya, Ar, this afternoon papa was suspicious, coming home when he knew Anin brought you, he was immediately angry with mom and dad. He said the one entitled to Anin was Fano. Yes suddenly he mentioned the name of Fano, the person who had been making him disappointed, and he hated it so much,” explained Hermawan. “So papa was suspicious, he said he wanted to go with his lawyer, but grooming him like he was going to meet a special person, so papa told people to follow Santi.”

Arya just kept quiet, she didn't expect Santi to be like that. That means no more chances to get back with Santi.

“You need not worry, papa guarantees, Santi will not turn away from you, there will be no divorce between you, as long as you still love each other,” said Hermawan. “Now you ask me, do you love Santi? Or will you come back with Naira, according to Naira's request?”

“I love Santi so much, Pa. Very.” Arya answered straightforwardly.

“If you love her, you have to convince Santi. See how far he will find the man,” said Hermawan. “Now, papa asks, you must be firm again with Santi, stay here, accompany Santi, if you love Santi, you can definitely conquer the heart of Santi.”

“But, where might Santi want, Pa?”

“Say with him, this is your last request before actually parting ways. Otherwise, you will not sign the lawsuit,” said Hermawan.

“Then should I sign it?”

“Ya.” the answer is firm. “Many people who will divorce finally refer. Make Santi regret when you have signed the lawsuit. Papa is sure, you can conquer his heart again. Papa trusts you all. Follow what papa said. Because papa does not want the marriage of the child papa destroyed only because of misunderstanding that never ends.”

Arya understood what her father-in-law was talking about. Yes, he should be able to persuade Santi, he should be by Santi's side before actually getting divorced. “OK, I'll start this game, San. You will still be mine!” arya said in her heart.

Arya obeyed what her father-in-law said, she asked permission for both parents to stay beside Santi during the divorce process. Let's just say, he hasn't even yelled at Santi at all, unless later if he has already approved Santi's lawsuit.

Santi came home with Fano. Fano suddenly stopped his vehicle on the quiet side of the road, because from earlier after coming out of the restaurant they had a great debate, together talking using muscles. Now Fano is staring softly at Santi, “I'm sorry, San,” whispered Fano. Fano held Santi's hand, then kissed him. “I want to see Anin, San,” pinta Fano.

“Not yet, Fan,” replied Santi.

“When?”

“I'll find time.”

“San, please come back to me,” please Fano in earnest.

“I have not dared to make a decision, Fan.” Reply Santi with a feeling of sadness.

Fano gently pulled Santi's hand, rubbing Santi's cheek gently. His touch was still the same as before, when he was with her. “Do not do this, Fan. I beg you,”

In the midst of silence, and rarely do cars that pass through the road, Fano and Santi silence each other. Letting the seconds pass quietly, like a slowly creeping fog. Not stained by a word.

They just stared at each other, measuring each other's hearts. And in silence, it turns out love talks more beautifully. Silence expresses infinite feelings rather than thousands of words spoken.

Slowly Fano brought his body closer to Santi.  Santi wants to rebel. Wanted to run as far as possible, but his body was muddled. Fano rubbed Santi's cheeks, then Santi's lips gently and passionately.

Santi turned his face, but Fano turned Santi's shoulder so inevitably Santi had to look at Fani. Their distance is getting closer. So sticky. Santi can breathe all the strength of Fano's self-widening, the charm of a man who is dashing and conquering.

Fano gently stroked Santi's face again, rubbed the woman's neck, then descended to her chest so gently. So intoxicating, arousing the passion of Santi as it used to be when with Fano. Fano managed to unzip Santi's dress, opening it slowly, and Santi simply closed his eyes. A year or so he parted ways with Fano, apparently not erasing even the slightest memory of the man. Even with his eyes closed as before, he still felt the same way as before.

Santi still so memorized sigh napa Fano. The smell of his body that invited great passion. The smell of his sweat mixed with his typical perfume like before. And, the muscles are hard and strong, like a rock ready to hit a barren beach.

Now it is not only Fano fingers that touch Santi's body. His lips began to play exploring every inch of Santi's body. Making all the nerve points all over his skin scream with longing.

“You're just part of my dark past, Fan. I can't get it back.” Santi's mind screamed. However, Santi even more strongly closed his eyes. “Why? Why is it that the more I refuse, the more I want Fano to do more? Just as great as she wanted me?” Santi's desire continued to wrangle.

Santi felt like Fano was clenching his lips with a fierce turmoil. Feel how soft touch Fano lips on his chest and all over his body. Glamorous, looking for an impingement. Like a storm of waves drenched the coast. Like a raging ocean with rolling waves. Crashing from the middle of the ocean and then broke apart on the beach.

“I don't want this storm to end, Fan. The storm that made me feel alive again, the storm that had filled my entire cavity with passion and enjoyment.

However, suddenly the shadow of someone's face slammed into Santi's mind. The shadow that every day is so attached to him. The face she loved so much, adored, admired.

Nope. It was not Fano who was currently exploring his body with a gentle touch and kiss. It was not Fano who reigned in his heart anymore. It was not Fano who filled his days with happiness!

“My husband is more entitled to me! He sacrificed so much to save me from destruction. Mas Arya, I'm sorry,” Santi's inner cry considering Arya. However, Arya still has the right to touch her, because Arya is still her husband.

Santi pushed Fano's body all the way to stop the fight inside him. Santi gasped for breath and felt disappointed in Fano. However, also love and longing for Arya who he had long expelled from his home.

“Run the car or I get off!” erang Santi was disappointed.

“Why, San?”

“Do not ask again! You should know what the answer is! I'm someone's wife, and you belong to another woman! Stop, Fan! I don't want to repeat my dark time with you. We will indeed part with our respective spouses, but do not tarnish the holy marriage. Divorce well, then live a good relationship again with anyone later! Because I didn't expect in the least of us to come back!” erang Santi was full of disappointment. “Run the car or I'm out!” santi shouted

Fano was silent, obeying Santi's words. Fano knew Santi was so disappointed, let alone doing something he shouldn't have done to Santi. “I'm sorry, San,” said Fano softly, but Santi just kept quiet by wiping his tears

Santi arrived at his house. He went straight into his house. His house was so quiet, usually at ten in the night his father was still watching TV with his mother, but this was very quiet, and the lights were all turned off. Only the lights at night are on.

“Ma ... Pa.... Have you slept?” Santi calls his mom and dad. “Sorry Santi came home late, because he had met an old friend of Santi as well,” he added by knocking on the door of his mother's room.

There was no answer, Santi opened the door to his mother and father's room, and it turned out that there was no one at all, even though his papa car was outside.

“Ma, Pa? How come there's no?” said Santi.

Santi came out of his mother's room. He was shortened when the lamp was lit and showed the figure he missed but the prestige to say miss him. “New home, San?” Arya welcomes Santi's return.

“Mas Arya is here?”

“I stayed here for a few weeks. Papa and your mama have business, they leave you and Anin to me, I'm still your husband, right? Even if we want to split up?” answer Arya.

“Test! I'm tired!” santi said, then went straight into her room.

“You're not mad I'm here?”

“Anged is free!” the answer.

Arya followed Santi to the room, Santi just kept quiet, she put down her bag, then took her nightgown, and went straight to the bathroom to change. He did not dare to change clothes in front of Arya. He believes Fano leaves a lot of red marks on his chest, and probably on his neck as well.

Arya settles down next to Anin. He kissed Anin's forehead with affection, “Daddy is a pity for you, even though later father and mother are not together again, father will never forget you, son. Dad will forever love you,” said Arya Lirih.

Santi rubbed the tears that had piled up in the corner of his eyes when he heard Arya talk like that to Anin. Arya is very sincere in loving and loving Anin, as well as herself. Santi went up to his bed. He sleeps on Anin's left side, while Arya's on Anin's right.

Santi and Arya were silent. Santi was still imagining the incident with Fano which was very embarrassing. Santi's self-esteem falls in front of Fano. She was still the status of someone's wife, but she had done things that she should not do with Fano was still someone else's.

“Where are you from, San?” ask Arya.

“Ehm .. meet Je—Jessi,” answer is nervous.

“You're sure to see Jessi? Not Fano?”

“Ke—why did you suddenly say Fano?”

“Open your phone, I send you a photo,” Arya said.

Rushing Santi took his phone, then he saw a photo of the shipment from Arya.