
"Yola... I want to talk to you!" Adam said after putting Mario who had fallen asleep on the bed.
"What the hell, Mas? I'm going to sleep." Yola said just coming out of the bathroom. The show had ended and his body felt extremely tired.
"Bag!!! Tomorrow can't be what?" Yola was upset, Adam forced her to pull her out of their room.
Adam took Yola to the living room. If in the room he is afraid it will disturb the new son also asleep.
"What did you mean to my family, Yol?" Ask Adam in a high tone. She felt ashamed and unhappy with her family.
"Why am I acting?" Yola asked as if she did not feel guilty.
"Yola!!! Don't make me sicker with you!!!" Adam was really upset with his wife.
"What should I do with your family, Mom? greet them with a red carpet? and the music-tilt"
"Yola!!!" Adam nodded with a loud voice. The woman provoked her emotions.
"Mas, why are you yelling at me? What's my fault with your family?" Reply Yola yelled at Adam full of emotion. He couldn't accept Adam beating him like that.
"God!!! Do I also have to teach you manners?" Adam replies to Yola, then massages her forehead. Yola does not know manners and likes to be alone.
"Why can't you act a little like Nara?! Nara was very polite and you?" Adam shook his head, not understanding what Yola would look like.
"Stop, Mom! Don't take that woman again!!!" Cut Yola fast, won't hear that name.
"You should also think, Mom. My friends came too. I have to entertain them dong." Yola continued back with an increasingly irritated face. Adam did not understand his position.
"During the show, you were just with your friends. You don't even care about Mario."
"Already, Mas. Don't keep looking for a storm. It's already night. I'm always wrong in your eyes."
Adam exhaled heavily while rubbing his annoyed face. "Please make me some tea." Petanya.
"Make it yourself, Mommy. I'm so tired!" Yola leaves Adam, he goes back to the room.
'Why can I marry you? If Nara were normal, I wouldn't have chosen you either!'
Adam was very upset with Yola. The woman never obeyed him. Every time you talk, it ends a debate.
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'They quarreled?' The inner Ark stood behind the wall.
Arka came alone to Adam's house. He has brought gifts for Adam's son, Mario. But when near the entrance, he even heard the husband and wife debate.
After eavesdropping for quite a while, Arka intended to just leave. Tomorrow, he will give the gift to Adam. It's also late, he's also reluctant to visit.
When Arka turns around and will walk towards her car.
"Carca!"
Someone called. Adam will close the door and see Arka.
Arka alludes to her who eavesdropped instead of just leaving. He also turned his body.
"Sorry, Dam. I came late. Is the show over?!" Basi Arka feels awkward.
"Let's go. Come in, Ka." Adam welcomes. Arka to enter his house.
"I'm just for a second. I'd like to give this gift to Mario." Arka gave the gift she brought to Adam.
"Why bother!" Adam received the gift. "Let's get out for a second!" Take Adam.
They were both in a cafe.
Arka looked at the confused Adam who was smoking. As he recalls in college the man never held a cigarette. The reason, rather than buying cigarettes mending to eat tomorrow.
"When did you smoke?" Ask Arka curiously.
"Everal times. If it's all right, Ka." Adam answered while exhaling his cigarette smoke slowly.
"Where were you going, Ka? It's not like you're taking your shit."
"Oh yes... So where's your relationship going?" Ask Adam to come back.
"I proposed to him. And soon we'll be getting married." Said Arka seriously.
Adam patted Arka's shoulder slowly. "Congratulations. That woman must be lucky to get you-""
"I'm lucky to get it." Sela Arka fast with a more serious face.
Adam felt strange, Arka spoke too seriously. As if to make it clear that he is very confident in his woman.
"You must love that woman very much." Adam nodded his head confidently.
"Yes, I love her so much." Arka said firmly and with confidence.
"What's the matter, Dam? Seems like a lot of trouble?" She asked Adam. Adam's face looked dirty.
"Let's go, I'm dizzy with my wife right now." Adam massaged his temple slowly. Yola's behavior is getting sick of her.
"Do you want to get another wife?" Ledek Arch.
"Damn you. I want to go back to my ex-wife again." Adam said with a faint smile.
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Arka silently heard Adam's words.
"Why? are you sorry?" Arka looked seriously.
"Looks like. When I was with him, I felt like I was the most special man." Adam remembered how Nara's attitude and concern were, when they were still together. If told, Nara would nod and understand. Unlike Yola, the longer they were told the longer they argued. And Yola just answered.
"I've sent him 2 messages. Never answered, just read it, Ka." Adam tells.
"That means you ignore it." Laughter Arka mocked. He was a little relieved, it turns out Nara did not respond to Adam.
"Why does he ignore me? Does he have another man?" Adam thought about the possibility.
"Castily, Dam. You have also been divorced for a long time. Why does he remember you. Your face is mediocre." Ledek Arka is back.
Adam laughed instead. "You're the one who doesn't know. He always said that I was the most handsome and most loved man." Adam smiled remembering Nara's return.
There was a sense of annoyance Arka heard Adam's words. It seems like Adam seriously wants to go back to his ex-wife again.
"Why are you thinking of other women? Your wife wants to be at home?" Arka reminded Adam of his new wife.
"I'm sick of every day arguing with him. She never appreciated me as her husband. I intend to separate from him." Adam is already saturated with Yola.
"How's your son?"
"The child will stay with me. I'll take care of him." Adam had planned to separate from Yola. He dislikes Yola's nature and attitude that never appreciates her.
"I'll be approaching my ex-wife again."
"Can't!!!" Refute Arka immediately. He disagreed with Adam's plan.
"Why, Ka?" Adam asked with a confused face.
"You better not bother your ex-wife anymore."
"He's not married yet, Ka. He must still love me. I'll take her heart back." Adam was determined.
"Your ex-wife must be close to another man." Arka resuscitates Adam.
"As long as the yellow stew has not curved. I still deserve to have it."
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