The Forsaken Heart Flakes
Chapter 2

After the money changed hands to Nadira, Raka walked a few steps forward, his hand outstretched to stop one of the still-existing public transport runs.

Nadira sees Raka talking for a moment with the driver. I don't know what they're talking about, Nadira doesn't know. However, shortly afterwards Raka came back to Nadira.

"Nad, you can go home now. I put you in that driver. He can make sure that you can go home safely" said Raka.

Nadira is still. I don't know what she had to say to the man to express her gratitude for what Raka had done to him.

"Have ... You don't feel sad anymore. There's home! There's another passenger in your direction." Raka spoke again because Nadira was still silent.

"I–iya, Sir. Thank you very much for helping me" Nadira said before he boarded the transport car.

"Yes, equally. Be careful on the road!"

Nadira smiled slightly and nodded her head.

"Father too" he answered.

Shortly after Nadira got into the car, the public transport was quickly running and carrying its passengers towards their destination. Along the way home, Nadira unceasingly turned to the left right of the road, hoping to see her husband who might pick her up even though it was too late.

Mas Danu really had the heart, he did not contact me at all or give me news.

Nadira sat up when he saw his quiet phone, not a single message came from Danu. Taking a deep breath, Nadira tried to calm down. She tried to be patient in the face of her husband's attitude which lately always made her emotions hooked.

The journey through the car was only half, Nadira again grunted softly as the car entered the SPBU area to refuel.

Hah, it seems like I have to wait even longer, Nadira's mind grimaced when she saw the queue of the angkot car that lined up quite long.

Just now Nadira was about to lower his head, suddenly came the sound of a foreign motor in his ear. There are indeed many motorcycles with the same type as Danu's, but as a wife, she knows very well how the noise of her husband's vehicle.

"Mas Danu?" Nadira was flabbergasted, he did not believe his current vision.

Right in front of her, Nadira saw her husband in a conversation with another woman who looked so close. His heart immediately warmed. How not, the woman hugged Danu's waist tightly. Although Danu is a motorcycle taxi driver, he knows exactly if the attitude shown by both of them is not between the driver and passengers, but like a couple who are drunk with romance. Especially now that Danu is not using her green jacket–, it further strengthens Nadira's suspicion if her husband is already playing behind her.

The driver in front of Nadira seemed to glance when he heard Nadira muttering, he also followed Nadira's gaze on a pair of lovers who were on the motorbike, not far from his car.

"Now age don't be so trusting of men, Dek. Especially the types of kayak that," he chirped while pointing Danu motor using facial cues.

Nadira did not respond to remarks from the angkot driver. He immediately lowered his head. Rather than hearing the words of others, Nadira is better off solving this problem at home. He would ask while investigating what exactly Danu had done behind him.

After waiting for almost an hour, finally the car boarded by Nadira arrived right in the rented alley. It turned out that at the door of his house there was already a mother-in-law who was carrying Tiara, his little daughter.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am," said Nadira as she kissed her mother-in-law's hand.

Susan, the name of Nadira's father-in-law. The middle-aged woman directly gave her grandson to Nadira just like that.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Why are you taking so long, huh? You usually never come home late. Why is it like this now?" fawning at Susan's mother while looking at her daughter-in-law.

Nadira grimaces when she hears a question from her mother-in-law, knowing that Susan's mother doesn't like her very much because she's not a woman born into a rich family. However, he was also forced to bless his son to marry Nadira because Danu loved Nadira so much. Not to mention Nadira who was late to get pregnant, to make him wait until four years to have a grandchild from his youngest son.

"Sorry, Mom. Mas Danu didn't pick me up. He also gave me nothing. I have been waiting for him for two hours. But, he didn't come either" Nadira replied as she lowered her head.

"Halah .. your excuse, Nad. Just tell me you want to play around out there first. Don't make Danu's delay an excuse!" mother Susan said while sneering at Nadira, do not forget her clear-eyed delicacy if she does not like her daughter-in-law.

Nadira shook her head, she rejected the words of her mother-in-law. "No, Ma. I did come home late because Mas Danu didn't pick me up. Anyway ... I also don't intend to mess around."

Nadira tries to stay calm against Susan's mother. Five years into the daughter-in-law of the woman, enough to make her used to face Mother Susan's harsh and harsh attitude to her.

"Keep it. Are you still not making my son miserable enough? Because he insists on marrying you, now his life is so haphazard like this! You think you're better than him so you can blame him as you please?" Susan's mother asked again without caring if her daughter-in-law was still tired after a day of work.

Nadira lowered her head. She did not know how else to deal with her mother-in-law who always judged her negative. Not to mention the tiredness of his body made Nadira choose to give up and let Mother Susan with all her prejudices.

"Ck. You useless son-in-law!" susan's mother snapped with a stifled voice right in Nadira's ear.