The Naughty Disciple Trap
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Finished teaching Satria to rush back home. He was already impatient to ask about the wife's decision to go to school abroad without her knowledge, and without any prior permission.

Satria thinks Shayu doesn't appreciate her as a husband. Maybe he was young and had a lot to learn, but this big thing he might ignore and keep it a secret. It made Satria's days chaotic. His mind was chaotic and very eager to quickly interrogate his wife.

At rest Satria took the time to contact his wife. However, because Shayu is training with her friends. The girl did not realize that her phone had been ringing since.

Satria forgot that this morning Shayu wanted to practice with his friends, so he did not find his wife at home. Though he also has an appointment with a client who will invite him to work together to build a cafe around his workshop. However, this matter he could not delay anymore.

"Shyu hasn't come home yet, ma'am?"

"Not yet Le, this morning was it? In a moment, your sister hasn't come home either. Eat first, I'm cooking."

Satria sighed violently, reluctant to just look at the food on the table. Even to water his throat he was lazy. His life was immediately no longer excited, but this morning the wife gave a booster mood for him to make the heart flowery.

"Not yet laper Bu, I just want to rest in the room," said Satria with a grim face to make Mother wonder what's wrong with her son.

Arriving in the room Satria just silent by staring at the phone screen. Looking at pictures of her and Shayu when they got married. Just dressed simple. This photo he got from Cakra that immortalized without permission. Just a fad but quite interesting when Satria starts to want to come back to pick up Shayu when sulking first.

"Aren't you thinking about me, that long?"

Almost afternoon Shayu and Cakra just got home. Both of them were joking and laughing. Shayu was like there was no burden of life, she did not realize that all day made her husband nervous.

"Why just got home?" satria asked suddenly when Shayu au had just opened the door of the room. The girl frowned looking at Satria's back with a cold-sounding voice.

"I'm just done, Mom. It was quite exciting so forget that it was almost afternoon. Sorry, but ak_"

"A thoughtless cry how have I been waiting?" sahut Satria stopped Sayu's speech. Make the girl immediately close the door and step closer.

"Why is your mom? Angry that I'm home late? I'm just going to Arita's house, and it's not just a ma_ practice"

"Why don't you appreciate me? No respect for me as your husband? Or have you not considered me all this time? Only you make our relationship playful already this serious. We are married and married. Not playing house!" satria said in a slightly high tone and looked at Shayu with disappointment.

"Why is this you? I just got home angry. Who thinks we're playing house? I'm not the Barbie that's cooking! You're weird to know, Mom!" Shayu could not resist emotions. Seeing her husband angry when he did not feel wrong enough to make Shayu upset.

"Any?" Satria stepped closer with an eagle gaze making Shayu slowly retreat dodging. "What's weird, hmm?" Satria continued to step forward until her footwork stopped when Shayu could no longer dodge. The girl's body hit the wall and looked anxiously at the lightning of her anger.

"Mas" shayu said.

"Java!"

"I'll be fine if you respect me too. This what?" tanya Satria who issued her acceptance letter Shayu attended Harvard University.

Both of Shayu's eyes widened to see the piece of paper. He swallowed his saliva so hard it was painful. Didn't think Satria would know before she tried to tell. It was like being tried suddenly while sleeping peacefully.

"I.. That's.. I can explain Mas! Don't do this!" shayu said nervously as Satria further eroded the distance.

"Explain what? Explain if this is your dream? Both gone? You and Arta? You forgot if there was me?"

Shayu's eyes began to glaze over, it felt like he wanted to cry. This time she faced the anger of her husband. He regretted not explaining everything from the beginning.

"My dream was to go to school there, it had nothing to do with Arta. Don't misunderstand me, Mom! That's the past. I just want to be a proud and happy boy Papah. That's all!"

"But you forgot what your status is! You don't remember who I am in your life! Now I ask. Once I know all this, are you going to keep going?"

Shayu could no longer hold back her tears. He bit his lower lip with a sad look. All had plans from the beginning and ideals that he could not just let go. Four years there Shayu sure won't be long. Satria can also visit and he can return when the holidays arrive.

"That was my dream before we married Mas and that's me signing up when our relationship was tenuous and decided to divorce. I didn't know it would be accepted and I didn't know you were going to wash like this!"

"And you don't think about my feelings! Go if you want! Forget about me and don't you think I'm your husband anymore!"

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Isakan Shayu increasingly heard, he did not expect it to end like this. Is this the beginning of the destruction of his household? This is not what he wants.

"Why are you talking like that, Mom? You don't really love me?"

"What kind of wife should be preserved? You know I don't want you to leave. There are many ways you can be proud of everyone. Not just with you going to America and leaving your husband."

"Think again! Go and this marriage will be ruined, or stay here and give up your dream of going to school. One thing you have to remember, you ignored Papah's last request. It could be that Papah is proud you made it, but Papah is crying for failing to see you being a good wife!"

Satria immediately turned around to pick up her jacket and motorcycle keys. He chose to leave when his heart was emotional. Give time for the wife to think clearly and decide what steps to take. Not bad or bad. Satria did not want to separate, but only this way he had in mind to make Shayu stay.

"Where are you going?"

"Think! Before you really lost me."