The Neglected Wife
S2 EPISODE 39 - NISSA'S GREATEST HOPE

Isyana's respect, disdain, fear and awkwardness to Binar now disappeared. All the authority of the Binar that Isyana once admired was destroyed instantly. 

In Isyana's eyes now Binar became a naughty verandaal figure that sucks. It sucks because it continues to tear apart Isyana's heart and make Isyana expend more energy to hold back and fight common sense. 

If not at the house of Binar or not pregnant, it feels pengun tuh kasih Binar boxing.

Isyana walked away from the Host's Binar without stale bosa and clerics again. Isyana also did not hear the offer of Binar to deliver and chose to look for Mbak Nik to the back. 

The bar quickly caught up with Isyana. But as soon as it got to the entrance of the asistern realm of the household, Binar stopped. Binar chose to sit on one of the kitchen benches near Ms. Nik's room. Binar sharpened his ears. 

“Mbak Isyana?” mother Nik was shocked to see Isyana coming into their room. 

“Sorry disturb!” isyana was a bit awkward. 

The household assistants of Binar know that? Isyana keelonin sleep? The behavior of Binar in the kitchen is clearly seen by Mbak Nik. 

“What's up Mpa?” ask Ms. Nik. 

“Ehm...,” Isyana throbs shyly. “Mbak Nik, can we chat for a minute?” ask Isyana. 

Ma'am Nik glanced at Teh Ecih and the others. The others nodded too.

Ma'am Nik stood up and followed Isyana. As soon as he arrived at the kitchen Isyana again snorted manyun. 

“Ck... hhhh, Binar is right huh?” inner Isyana. 

Isyana would like to ask Ms. Nik to keep silent. Isyana also wanted to ask as long as Isyana sleeps there are those who enter the Princess' room or not. Ishana was ashamed that anyone saw them cuddling in the room, in broad daylight. 

Eh Binar instead sat near the room Mbak Nik was seen deliberately eavesdropping and waiting. Fix deh, Ma'am Nik will not be able to be told, surely Ms. Nik concluded himself. 

Nik looked down at Binar. 

“Ehm...Mm Tu-mister,” said Isyana so awkward, want to be polite but was upset. “Can leave this space. I chat with Mbak Nik four points?” ask Isyana to Binar.

Isyana was trying to be polite but so impressed was playing, it was strange. Moreover, the contents of Isyana's words that show intervention, if it is really polite where there are dare to drive out, the master. Nik is getting suspicious.

“OK.. don't take long. Some say he said pregnant women should not go home beyond maghrib, if long means no need to go home!” binar replied even insinuating and increasingly fad deliberately show to Mbak Nik. 

Isyana was just biting her lower lip, it felt like she wanted to crush the nutmeg Binar using a tray near the sink. 

“Ya!” answer Isyana. 

Sister Nik just stood down holding back a laugh, ashamed of herself. What a hard thing.

“Sit, Mbak!” isyana looked to the left. 

“What's Ma'am Isya?” 

“Ssssttt don't be loud,” reprimanded Isyana whispered and brought herself closer to Mbak Nik. 

Nik nodded, ready to listen. 

“Ehm... what? As long as I'm in the Princess' room, Sister Nik and others will enter the Princess' room?” ask Isyana heartily. 

“Why is Mbak?” ask Ms. Nik. 

“Udah hunted reply? I want a spit-neck home!” answer Isyana. 

“I,” replied Mbak Nik firmly.

“Hooh?” pekik Isyana. 

“Why?” ask Nik's mom astonished.

“Ehm... What did you see? When does Nik go to Princess's room?” asked Isyana nervously. 

Nik's mother squinted her eyes suspiciously. 

“Why?” 

“Jawab fast!” assault Isyana again. 

Disoriented mother Nik answered so badly. 

“I entered just want to ask can not I taste the pizza, yes around 3am. I see Mbak Isyana ama Non Putri sleeping yes I close the door again, continue to join ma temen-temen sleep,” replied Mbak Nik honestly. 

“Hhhhh...,” Isyana also sighed in relief. 

“Why is Mbak?” 

“Ngak what-what. Pizza in the kitchen for Ma'am Nik and friends. Oh yes send a message to the Princess, wake her up and bathe her yes. And if he asks me, next week I'm busy with his schedule. Ask for help Ma'am, take care of the Princess. I called the Princess through you, Ma'am!” said Isyana like a biological mother who nitip a child. 

Isyana knows, she came home without saying goodbye must be the Princess of the search. 

“Lhoh how is that? Isyana said it herself. Don't have to go through me. Isn't it usually the same sir?” ask Ms. Nik. 

“Ehm... Is it okay? Just nik! He..” replied Isyana grinning. 

Madam Nik so looked at Isyana suspicious of no comment and agreed to want Isyana. Isyana also felt suspected. 

“Oh yes.. which is about what Mbak Nik saw earlier in the kitchen, about me and Mr. Aksa, please look after Ma'am. Please Miss Nik do not misunderstand, we have nothing to do. And enough Nik knows. Don't make rumors to your friends. Especially the same Mom Early. I beg ya Mbak” said Isyana again nervous.  

Ms. Nik smiled, not wanting to say yes, but saw Isyana. 

Isyana is confused. 

“Ya Mbak!” isyana stressed. 

“Udah 5 o'clock more this, want 6 and a half hours, tuh Tuan already waiting for the hunt he said want to go home!” ma'am Nik even kicked Isyana. 

“Mbak Nik, please!” 

“Udah relax, amaan! Back home!” throw out Nik again. 

“I want to go home from behind. I want a taxi cab online!” answer Isyana.

“Haiissh pamali pregnant women should not be like that!” admonish Mpa Nik again. 

“Ehm..” sounds a loud deheman that makes isyana and mbak Nik turn his head.

A person who had been nguping leaning near the kitchen door also pulled out his nose while scratching his itchy eyes and one hand in his pants pocket. 

Yes, Binar still nguping.

Even from earlier Isyana was cooking and with Princess Binar also noticed Isyana, but from cctv. 

Sister Nik who understands the situation gives the code to Isyana. Madam Nik got up and left politely and bowed her head.

Isyana herself so could not dwell to see Binar walking closer. 

“You sleep in Princess' room or want in my room?” ask Binar to the point. 

Isyana also glared.

“Ishhh, what? Gelo!” isyana Mummings.

"You want to get home? Nginep yeah?" ask Binar again.

Isyana blushed.

“Hhhh...,” Isyana sighed, lost heavily. Returning home or staying overnight, is the same Isyana can not avoid Binar. 

“Go home!” answer Isyana quickly.

“Yes. Hayuk!” invite Binar to open his eyes. 

Inevitably Isyana obeyed, stood up and followed Binar.  The beam was lined up in front and opened the door for Isyana.

This time Binar did not use a 4-door car but a 2-door car which was his favorite car that was not used for a long time just heated up. Even almost sold because the old Binar does not heal, but unfortunately quite a lot of memories. 

Isyana could not reason to sit at the back anymore, inevitably sitting next to Binar. 

“Please, sit down, Mrs Binar!” gurau Binar even tell Isyana to call Isyana with the title of wife of her own name Binar. 

“Issshhh...” hiss Isyana blushed and goosebumps herself. “My name is Isyana, not Mrs Binar,” grumbled Isyana her cheeks blushing red. 

Light your own smile. 

“Let's not stiff, soon will the driver call you that?” answer the Bar again

"PD, should we marry? I don't give you an answer, do I?” gerutu Isyana is selling expensive. 

“I don't like heartbreak. So I'll make sure so!” replied Binar confidently and drove forward his car. 

Isyana chose silence, muffling her heart that was in her chest was beating while staring at the streets.

It feels like his cheeks are very heavy to be invited to the right side, as if there are embers pressing. Can't explain the taste. 

Binar himself can understand, treating women who are 8 years younger than him is different from women who are his age like the late Bu Tiara.

Binar let Isyana be quiet especially now it is afternoon before Maghrib. Binar chose to turn on the radio connection so that the atmosphere becomes alive and a little relaxed. They kept quiet for a long time, but for a long time no longer stiff.

Sure enough, some radio broadcasters there are joking and Binar can catch dimples created on Isyana's smooth cheeks. Isyana smiled, so sweet. Yes, Isyana is typical of sweet and cute women. 

“Like radio?” tanya Binar started the conversation.

“Like,” Reply Isyana. 

“You need to change chanel?” ask Binar again. 

“No need, this is it!” answer Isyana. 

“Oke... want to buy by-by for Grandma and Dina no?” ask Binar again. 

“No need, grandma is a food seller,” replied Isyana again. 

“Oh yes well?” replied Binar nodded. “Oh yes, are you still cramping?” ask Binar 

“Why?” replied Isyana finally dared to turn to Binar.

“Do not ngamen again well. Grandma too, don't sell nights!” binar Slowly. 

Isyana swallowed her saliva facing straight again. Grandma is old, right said Binar do not stay up late. But the livelihood of the trading grandmother. 

“Later I told Grandma,” replied Isyana Shrivelled.  

“You don't mention it, right?” ask Binar again. 

“Ngak!” answer Isyana briefly.

Since the time she was told by Bu Wira, the grandmother forbade Isyana to work.

“Good, not good pregnant women tired night-night. Not too fast, you already want 7 months right?” ask Binar again. 

“Daddy!” isyana replied without looking.

It feels like there is a strange phenomenon noticed so.

“May you pocket no heck? Or tuition aja.” ask Binar again. 

Isyana so uncomfortable asked Binar about money and Ms Early.

Binar turned out to know, Isyana Bu Dini's foster child who attended college financed Bu Dini. 

“Sorry Sir. Can you talk about the others? I got off in front!” answer Isyana.

“Hmmm... I'm your husband-to-be, don't be formal! I have to kiss again, let you understand. Don't be formal!” said Binar for the umpteenth time asking Iysna call Binar, Mas. 

Isyana was silent, for some reason her tongue was so twisted. Repeatedly Binar insisted still be ashamed.

Not that it stopped at the fork that Isyana asked for, Binar instead drove on. 

“Bawel really? Asked stop!” muttered Isyana and glanced at Binar.

Binar smiled, not caring, even speeding up his speed even though on the narrow road. Really .sucks inner.

Like that time, as soon as he arrived in front of the grandmother's house, Binar accidentally locked the car door. 

Isyana who was uncomfortable, had hurriedly opened the car to go down, and again Isyana made a grunt annoyed.

Isyana also glanced at Binar. Binar seemed to be holding the steering wheel and smiling with satisfaction. 

“Open the door!” isyana said with a funny lip. 

“Maaas, ask for help, open the door.., so dong!” said Binar seduce.

“Hhhh..” Isyana breathed.

Upset, cold hot, blushing gathered into one. 

Isyana had only first met the man who kept gombalin Isyana. So still stunt and look conspicuously wrong behavior. Barin is more like to play.

When Junior High School and High School, Isyana is a tomboy, she likes to help her Utinya to the field. Isyana's sweet face was covered in caping and exposed to the blistering heat, although there were some children who had a crush on Isyana because it was sweet, they played the role of a familiar and polite friend. 

It turns out this is what it feels like to be pulled by a man. Lana herself never went to Isyana. Lana just fell in love early because of the medicine given by Bu Wira. 

“Not want to go down?” goda Binar again. “Ya have come back!” goda Binar again wants to take Isyana back to his house. 

“Mas, please open the door!” isyana said quickly. 

“Again, the softer dong. Do not just to his son, Daddy also likes to be softened!” goda Binar again. 

“Huuft...,” snort Isyana gomasy. 

“OK...we are back!” goda Binar again. 

“Maaas, please open the door!” isyana said finally obediently, speaking in a soft tone.

Binar also smiled widely, “That's dong, the same husband-to-be who is soft and friendly!” said Binar and then pressed the door opening button. 

Isyana hurriedly came out without turning her head let alone saying goodbye. But Binar did not lose, it turns out he came down. 

“Ngapain down?” isyana stopped and looked.

Binar did not answer and went forward to study Isyana. “No need GR I no need same Dina!” reply Binar.