The Prince
61. Bus

"Where have you been?” asked a man with a body not too tall, but looked haughty and fierce. 

“I should ask where are you from? You didn't even tell me, go home as you please!” the man's wife replied without any respect. 

“What is this?” asked the husband to show a cell phone screen containing newspapers.

There is a picture of the wife sitting in line with her prospective coworkers reading some white papers that only the reader knows the contents. 

“Why? Is there something wrong with my decision? You want to ban me? I will no longer obey you! I will pursue my dream” replied The wife again defiantly.

“Plak...” a hard slap landed onto the wife's smooth cheek. 

Reflexes the woman's hand holding it. But he did not cry, or complain of pain. He looked at the man in front of him with courage and hate, no fear, apalgi felt sorry for being ungodly, even the status of husband and wife like they left behind. 

And at the door of the house stood a man who accidentally heard it. He clasped his hand furiously hearing the man being rude.

The man wanted to break through the door. But he realized, even he did not know the two people who were fighting behind the door, he better leave, but his legs were fixated there.

“Bad you yes! Dare now you to me!” snatch the man again. 

“Why not? I'm not afraid of you anymore, I'm sorry I accepted this marriage. I'll work again I'll have money and I won't depend on you. And soon I will file a divorce lawsuit” replied the woman.

“You think you can work without my permission, don't dream you!” 

“I'll show you I can without you. Divorce me immediately!” 

“Don't expect me to divorce you!” said the man and then went forward to grab the wife's hand.

Feeling sick, the wife tried to avoid and twist her hand. But the husband just increasingly clutching and twisting the hand of the wife and intend to drag and bring the wife in.

“Lease! Release!” the woman shouted trying to avoid.

“Plaak!” the man slapped his wife again cruelly. Even he dragged forcefully about to bring it into a room.

“Toloung...please!” the woman shouted trying to take off her husband's snares, her hands hurt. His head was also dizzy from being slapped twice violently.

Women are often treated like that. But he was patient and silent, for the man was the source of his life and gave the woman all the money.

If the woman goes against her she will be confused as to how to support herself and face her family who blasphemed her into a widow.

“No one can help you, I'll tear your cheeks so you can't work, you think you can get away from me?” said the man fiercely and dragged the woman. 

The man standing at the door, his breathing was hunting even more at the cry for help. Now the curiosity, pity and indignation enveloping the man's feelings made him make a determination.

Brakes. 

The man crossed his line, determined to break down the door and enter the house of the people without permission. Although his wits said it was none of his business and no profit to him, but to him, the thing he heard was tearing his conscience apart as a man. 

“Let go of him!” shouting Rendra. 

“You!” cyntia said happily and unexpectedly.

“Who are you? Dare to enter my house! You don't interfere with my life!” cyntia's husband answered with hate. 

In such a careless moment, Cyntia turned her hand and ran towards Rendra leaving Niko Dermawan, her rich husband, a jewelry factory owner in the city. 

“I'm his girlfriend!” replied Rendra just looking for an excuse so that he deserved to defend Cyntia. 

“Badness, she's my wife!” replied Cyntia's husband infuriated. Then with a metah face extinguished Cyntia's husband came forward and was about to throw a tonjokan to Rendra.

But with the quality of himself as the right hand of the big boss in the city, Rendra swiftly deflected the hands of Cyntia's husband and instead attacked back by winning it. 

“You don't deserve to be called a husband. Nasty!” hina Rendra with a low but sharp voice. 

“Au.. auu!” cyntia's husband groaned in pain. 

“Just this is how you are capable? How dare women! Ck. Embarrassment!” teasing Rendra with a triumphant look, then kicking, pushing and throwing Cyntia's husband to the floor, until hitting the wall. 

Cyntia watched the scene with a terrified expression, but Cyntia looked in admiration at Rendra. Rendra looked so cool and dashing. 

Rendra then moved her hands in contact with each other with a hand cleaning movement. It turns out that Niko Dermawan is very bad.

“What Lady Kia came home here?” tanya Rendra turned to Cyntia.

Cyntia shook her head still stunned.

“Cute me!” said Rendra Lirih take Cyntia wife of people to leave the house and her husband. 

“S*it” umpat husband Cyntia groaned in pain and let his wife go with other men. 

Rendra and Cyntia get into Rendra's car. Rendra glanced at the beautiful woman next to him, a beautiful woman who the other day had stunned him. And now sitting next to him seemed very apprehensive and alarming. 

Rendra was silent unable to say. Ask them not to know each other and care. No question but kasian, feeling affectionate, a woman as beautiful as Cyntia get such harsh treatment from men who should love her. 

“Thank you for helping me” said Cyntia gently opening the conversation.

“Oh my God, I haven't updated him and asked where is he? Don't let him come home here” replied Cyntia instead looks worried about Kia. 

Kia has never met Cyntia's husband and does not yet know the war. It could be dangerous for Kia to go home to Cyntia and meet Niko Dermawan. 

“Contact him asap. Where is he now? There's something I have to give him!” rendra gave the order.

“Iya” replied Cyntia nodded. Then Cntia called Kia. 

****

At the bus stop.

“Haiiishhh why didn't Rendra pick up the phone anyway?” aslan's grumbling was upset. 

Aslan's gaze still continued to pay attention to Kia who still looked very funny sitting on the hakte like she was confused.

Aslan did not want to lose track of Kia, Aslan then looked towards the road timidly to arrive bus and take Kia away. 

And sure enough, faintly from the front of Aslan, the red color of the public vehicle that has a stop there is visible. Kia was seen standing up as if to prepare to ride even though the bus still looks a bit far away. 

Aslan opened the car door and ran across the road to Kia. No matter she was scolded by many sopits for crossing recklessly. Aslan tried to keep Kia from leaving. 

“You!” pekik Kia saw Aslan running towards her. 

“Ehm. Don't go!” Aslan cleared his throat with a breath of boredom from running. And arrest Kia. Fortunately, Aslan did not hit the bus. 

The bus arrived in front of them right after Aslan had made it across and approached Kia. And Kia waved to the bus conductor about to get on, Kia also stepped forward no matter Aslan.

Aslan's hand reflexes grabbed and held Kia's hand from leaving. Kia glanced at Aslan in annoyance, then threw him down and stayed on the bus.

Being rejected, Aslan only snorted in annoyance, Kia walked so quickly. Aslan then follows in, if it holds Kia and forces her it will be embarrassing and a spectacle of people.

Incidentally that afternoon the bus was loose, there were only 4 passengers who had sat in pairs. Inevitably Kia took an empty seat and there were no friends next to her.

That means Aslan can still handle it. And sure enough Aslan followed him and sat down beside Kia. They sat side by side on the bus.  

“Ishh why he followed me, what try it means, sucks” grumbled Kia felt uncomfortable sitting next to Aslan. 

Aslan himself felt clumsy, he would have promised to stay away from Kia why even follow him. They are silent to each other, just as gerogi want to start a fight but in public. 

“Come on Kia, you have to be brave, the time is now to hold him accountable for your cost of living here” in Kia's left ear like someone whispered something. 

“Why am I so nervous this way anyway, inner siall” Aslan sat beside Kia feeling terrible as a man. Why would the woman beside him be able to make it that much.

“Do you want to follow me?” tanya Kia opened the conversation when the bus was already running. 

“Where are you going?” ask Aslan.

Kia was silent for a moment. Because actually daritadi Kia is also confused about where to go? To Cyntia's house again, Kia knows Cyntia's a married man, there's no way Kia's a bitch. Look for kia kos has no money.

Actually, Kia's intention was to hit Aslan and ask for his right. But Aslan's been cold all day. And why when Aslan approached him, Kia's heart was like a discount, spurring uncontrollable debate and making Kia crybaby. 

“I want to see Ipang!” answer Kia origin. 

“Do not make our child spoiled, he is there trained independently and studied, not long anyway, tomorrow night we can visit him and at the same time love support for his first appearance, he said, do not continue to come to him” said Aslan in an adult tone, like a husband who is discussing the goodness of his son to his wife. 

Kia was silent again, Aslan's speech was true, the children of other participants were only allowed to be visited once a week. But Kia always desperate to go to quarantine, even bring Ipang escape. 

“Why did you leave my house last night?” asked Aslan in a soft tone. 

“Are you angry because I left?” asked Kia curious about Aslan's attitude that suddenly changed. 

“Is Paul being rude to you?” aslan's question didn't care about Kia's question. 

“Ehm... no!” kia replied lying.

“I'm sorry I didn't think far you'd meet her. In a moment he is not anyone I'm” Aslan told me and apologized. 

“Aslan apologized, woaah she apologized” Inner Kia was stunned and glanced at Aslan. It turns out Aslan can behave and say politely and kindly, at this time Aslan looks cool and wins.

Aslan looked very different. As Kia stared at Aslan , Aslan was also staring at her so that their eyes were clinging to each other like making a bond that could not be deciphered. 

“Ehm” Kia cleared her throat and looked away. 

Suddenly Kia's phone rang, there was a call from Cyntia. Kia then lifted it.

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