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20. Hanging Misses

After being able to calm Tiara down, they finished their breakfast and Hania cleaned up. Both are ready to go to the zoo.

Tiara cried for a long time, making Hania unable to endure her grief. She was crying, but in silence. Only her tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. She didn't want her daughter to see her cry.

Hania secretly thought of Bela, Tiara's friend. He became more and more convinced to live alone with his daughter. He did not want the incident Bela experienced to happen to Tiara as well. No! Big no's! Who knows what the human heart is?

Bruk!

Hania who was daydreaming, was surprised to be hit by a man. He turned his body to face the man. Heh. Worth himself to stagger, the man turned out to be sturdy.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't on purpose" said a man who ran into her.

Hania only grimaced in response to the man's apology while stroking his shoulders.

"Mom Hania?" call the other guy.

Hearing her name being mentioned, Hania immediately turned to the man who mentioned her name. Adi sir? Instantly, Hania's memory was fixed on the figure of Pak Adi who a few days ago met him because of Arga's orders.

Hania remembers Arga. He remembers not checking his phone this morning. Usually the sexy guy always sends her a message. He did not want that to happen again. Must have been more of a restaurant. And for sure Ferry will continue to tease him. Given Ferry teasing her, Hania gets upset.

"Mom Hania, how are you?" asked the man named Adi while nodding his head to a sign of respect for the woman he suspected the boss.

Asked by the news, Hania became aware of his mind floating everywhere again.

"Ah, I'm fine", replied Hania a little too late.

The other man just stared intently at Hania as if investigating, she's Hania? Hania turned to the man who was looking at her then revealed a smile. The man blinked his eyes and turned to the man named Adi.

"This woman is Hania?" she whispered to Adi but could still be heard by Hania.

"Yes sir." replied Adi.

"She was Hania's mother." explained Adi.

"Sorry Mom, this is Mr. Iden, his friend Mr. Arga" said Adi introduced the two.

The specially introduced Hania was so uncomfortable. Is this Arga's who? Why should it be introduced like that? With Arga alone he just knew and made friends a few days ago.

"Ah, Mr. Adi must have misunderstood." inwardly, then turned to Iden who introduced himself.

"Iden." the man named Iden stretched out his hand.

"Hania" said Hania calling her name while welcoming Iden's hand.

"Beautiful." he muttered.

"Yes?" hania asked felt like she heard the man named Iden say something.

"Ah, no papa." elak Iden.

Iden's eyes are still looking at Hania. He secretly praised Arga's choice. He was a bit surprised because secretly it turns out Arga has a lover. A lover? Is that right? Iden sighed thinking about his conjecture.

"Mama, who is this Oom-oom?" ask Tiara.

Tiara's childish voice instantly resuscitated the situation of the adults. The three immediately turned to the figure of the little girl standing to the left of Hania while holding a stuffed penguin.

"Mama?" inner Iden.

"He already has a child? Is Arga a player? Indiscriminate Arga, he could usually like people's wives", his head was filled with various guesses, his gaze continued to stare at Hania who was crouching and talking to the little girl beside him.

Ah shit Arga! Iden sighed and threw out harshly. He was upset half-dead at his best friend who was far away there.

How not? On a quiet morning on this Sunday, instantly becoming unsettled again, Arga, the friend who seemed to have forgotten about her work hours, contacted her. Iden immediately refused Arga's request.

"What!? Zoo!? What the h*** Arga!?" His grunts.

The demand he thinks will lower his fitness level. But it seemed that Arga managed to persuade him because a moment later the expression of the womanizing man turned soft.

"OK! Deal!" exciting Iden.

And there he was accompanied by Adi according to Arga's command. Zoos.

But now, after meeting Hania and seeing the fact that Hania already had a daughter, she became worried. If Arga obeys it means he supports his best friend it takes the wife of the person. Even though she was a womanizer, she abstained from taking on women who already had a partner. He's sighing.

He did not expect, the cold Arga fell in love with someone's wife. He felt sorry for Arga. His best friend must be depressed and frustrated. Until making the wrong choice. Heh. Arga.

"I'm sorry, excuse me." said Hania.

Besides Tiara who kept whining to take her around again, she also felt uncomfortable being stared at by Iden decided to leave the two men.

Trings.

A photo plastered for real on the screen Arga phone. A Tiger. And a finger pointing at the animal. Hania index. Heh. Arga. A zoo? What did that woman do? Why just fingers? Despite the grumbling, a smile remained on her sex lips.

Arga shut down his chat app. Then open the contact list on his phone. Iden. And dial that number.

"Have you met?" ask Arga to the point.

"Lo what the fuck is Ga!? Want to be your pebinor!?" instead of answering Arga, Iden nagged Arga instead.

"The woman already has a child, a daughter, beautiful like her mother" explained Iden who even praised Hania indirectly.

"Aaaargh! Anyway, that woman is making merits!" errat Iden who realized his tongue was sprained.

"Gue ogah got involved like this, heavy man!" break Iden.

Various expressions displayed Arga on his handsome face. Astounded. Can't believe. Disillusioned. Despondent. And of course sad. Like withering before it develops. Fondling feeling. He's riled. I want to see Hania soon. A beautiful rabbit-eyed woman who had already stolen his heart. Looking for clarity on his status.

Arga's massaging his temples. His head feels dizzy. His spirit is falling apart again. It was also wrong not to investigate Hania's background and status. Suddenly his heart just showed. I am interested in the charm of the woman in my dream. Now make it a mess.

The longing that has been held for so many days, must depend on no certainty will be tabled or not. The reality she heard from her best friend. Can't his best friend lie? But he also felt he had to make sure of it himself.

Reza who had accompanied Arga this morning to discuss with the lawyer could immediately feel the change in aura of his superior. He could only resign if suddenly his boss ordered him to do this and that.

"Rez, get a ticket, I have to go to Jakarta now!" arga's orders are full of pressure.

Tuh right? Reza could only nod and scratch his non-itchy head. While the lawyer just looked at him with a look of pity and resignation. Surely the lawyer also memorized outside the head of his or her nature.

"Economic class is no problem. Anyway I have to leave now." insisted Arga.

"Why not buy a private jet sir, if you like this impromptu?", Inner Reza.

Yep. Reza knew it wasn't hard for Arga to buy a private jet. But the son of the sultan had other thoughts. Instead of buying a private jet, how many children can he go to school with that kind of money, or how many people can treat with that kind of money, or how many poor families will still be able to eat with that much money. And there are many more good things that his boss and his family are doing. This includes setting up orphanages and donating several other orphanages.

With the feeling that Arga somehow described it, his foot stepped definitely towards the plane that was boarding. Towards Jakarta. By bringing a million hopes. But he must also be ready to accept the reality as bitter as brotowali.

This time, Arga must be willing to cram with other passengers. Sitting flanked by an elderly man in his 80s on the right side, and on the left side, a mother carries a toddler who will definitely be instantly hysterical when her ears buzz later.

With a body portion that is larger than the size of Southeast Asian men in general, making it difficult to sit comfortably. Moreover, he had to curl his body so that the passenger to his left right got his right. Not to mention the legs that must be bent because it is definitely difficult to straighten it. Sitting on his knees touched the passenger seat in front of him.

"Look at Hania, I was willing to meet you this way." her mind as she shook her head realized her madness.

"You must give me good news Hania, so that it is worth my struggle." he hoped.

Arga tried to lean back comfortably, closing his eyes which were covered in his sunglasses. Instead of being arrogant, he only felt the light from outside deeply piercing his eyes. The window cover of the aircraft cabin was deliberately opened wide by the mothers of the burdened. It is not Arga's custom to get on a plane.

"Sepurane yo den nice, sewah even keturon. Suwun is on the shoulder" said the old man beside Arga's right who was asleep leaning on his shoulder. (Sorry son, grandfather even overslept. Lent to his shoulder).

"Mbah sami sami" Arga answered with a smile. (Yes the same).

The journey that took 1 hour and 30 minutes was very tiring for Arga. Inwardly said he would not climb the economy class again. With a feeling of relief, his feet stepped down the stairs of the plane.

"Hania, I'm coming." he muttered as he stepped firmly.

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