THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
The Meeting of Two Injured Women.
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Adit meets his wife at the Rose shop to tell her about her mother's problems.
"Oh, so you live in Mas village?" Roses were relieved, at least her female in-laws were not stranded by the roadside.
"Yes the Maw, but the problem is that the mother is targeting the family legacy of the Father," replied Adit annoyed.
"It's not that easy, Mas, surely Aunt Wagini will carefully save the certificate, after all your house is separate."
"Yes too Maw, now it's afternoon, we go home yuk"
"Yes Mas" Adit helps his wife pack up and then they go home.
"Dit, you want to talk" said Mr. Renggono when Adit went inside to find his father who was sitting on the sofa chair.
"Good sir" Adit and also Rose sat in front of the father.
"Dit, you should go back to the village only" said Mr. Renggono.
"Don't" prevent Adit and Roses at the same time.
"Your mother has gone home, you should follow your mother only,"
"Do you know where?" Adit didn't know, when Adit spoke on the phone with Wagini just listening.
"Your daughter called you, right? I'm afraid your mother's making a move there."
"Don't worry sir, if you do anything, I've ordered Auntie Gini to report to me"
"Adit will not allow you anywhere, mother's problems, he already does not want to listen to his children including Diah"
"Actually we as children want mothers in their old age to get happiness, but mothers make their own decisions"
"Sir, let mother think, and reflect on her mistake. Hopefully mom can come back to us in a state of repentance" Adit ended the conversation.
I just agree, he thinks. Now it is better to follow the advice of his two children. Only those who love him sincerely.
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A week later, after her divorce from Alfred, every night after the Maghrib prayer, Diah taught, recited, and prayed. And many fill their free time with the worship of sunnah prayer and others.
Tok to tok.
When folding the face, hear the door being knocked. Diah was wearing a bergo veil, and the slippers of the house then came out of the room intending to open the door.
Before opening the door, Diah opened the curtains a little look first from inside who his guest was. If Alfred comes, Diah will not open the door. But Diah could not see the face of his guest, only a hijab-wearing woman was seen from behind.
Checklots.
The door opened and Diah looked at whom his guest was flabbergasted. Then he dropped the bagbih that he still held. She was the graceful hijab-wearing woman she had seen with Alfred at the time.
The two are silent to each other. If Diah stares at Gita's face. Instead Gita stared intently at Diah.
"Ka-sister..." Diah.
Plaque. Plaque.
Two Gita slaps landed on Diah's cheeks left and right. Diah dropped herself in the middle of the knee-backed door, not daring to stare or make a sound.
"Basic! women have no brains, no feelings!" Gita fiery. But Diah fluttered in the middle of the door. Her tears are pouring. Diah resigned if Gita killed him though would not fight. Diah knew that if she was in the Gita position, she would do the same.
"Where is my husband?! where are you hiding?! huh uh?!" Gita menoyor jidat Diah. Diah shook his head weakly, speechless. Cry broke.
"Heh?! don't pretend to be sad! where's Alfred?!" gita Bentak. Gita is actually a gentle woman. But if the household is disturbed, especially her husband is now seized by people, of course any woman will feel the same way.
"Lied!" sergeant Gita. Gita knew the last time her husband went to this contract. And before that Gita also had people investigate who had dared to seize her husband. Gita knew Diah was the man from her man.
"Sa-i. be- really don't know Ma'am," replied Diah stammering with tears.
"If you don't want to show me where Alfred is, I'll have to search your house!"
Diah did not reply, she shifted her body position to the side for the Gita to pass. Diah intends to explain to Gita, but Diah does not have the courage to start from nowhere.
"Alfred! out you!" Gita calls her husband but in Diah's contract seems lonely. Gita thinks her husband is hiding in Diah's room.
However, Gita certainly does not want to be too outrageous to open people's rooms.
"Call my husband in the room!" ketus Gita's. Diah shook his head, meaning that Diah was not Alfred inside. But Gita means another, that Diah would not open the door of the room because Alfred was inside.
"All right. I'll wait until tomorrow morning! if Alfred doesn't come home I'll bring the bodyguards here!" threaten Gita past Diah back outside.
"Sir, we'll talk about it all, I'll explain it all," Diah said after Gita came out.
"I don't need your explanation! what I'm looking for is my son's father" Gita said then walked quickly to his car.
"Mr..." Diah ran out chasing Gita. But Gita immediately got into the car. Diah tapped on the car glass. But the Gita soon passed.
Diah cries as she stares at Gita's car until it disappears. Around the rented is very quiet, because all are watching dangdut in the title is not far, from that place.
"Are you okay?" asked the burly man standing in front of her. Diah looked up at the man flickering as his eyes were misty. After understanding who the man was Diah mlengos upset, then went back into the contract and then locked it.
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A bright morning in the center of a rice warehouse owned by one of the wealthy merchants appeared to hundreds of employees were lowering rice from five truck cars for how many tons.
Some were loading rice onto a pick up car. There are five pick-up cars ready to take to the rice merchant agencies.
The tall, neatly arranged rice piles almost filled the warehouse of five hundred square meters with a variety of brands, from the cheapest rice, to the most expensive.
In the room there was a middle-aged man who was 55 years old. But it still seems to be his line of good looks.
The man was sitting leaning against the rocking chair while turning around, appearing to be thinking of something.
Tok to tok.
"Come in" he said and then fix his sitting position roll his shirt up to the elbow.
"Good morning sir" said the handsome man who walked over to the man's desk.
"This is Mr. yesterday's report" the handsome man handed over the map.
"Sit down Mer" the middle-aged man told Amir, his 28-year-old confidant.
"Thank you Master" Amir sat down in front of the middle-aged man who was slipping his minus glasses perched on his nose, then checked the reports of rice coming in and going out.
"You can go back Mer"
"Okay sir" Amir came out of the room.
Tok to tok.
Amir just walked into his own room. There's a guy coming in next.
"How's your investigation?" ask the fit man to the bodyguard who is sturdy and stocky.
"It's Master" the bodyguard handed over the report.
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