The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PASS 60

After the departure of Amar, Aliyah, and Anne, there remained Budi and Nafisa. They then went home together.

Budi drove his car at a fairly high speed. He really did not expect Anne would take such a step. Anne, who had been patient, persisted despite her attitude often made Anne depressed, but this time Anne loudly stated that she wanted to part with him.

Budi never imagined Anne would loudly declare wanting to part with him.

Because of the unstoppable emotions, Budi then pulled his car on the side of the road that was quite quiet. After the car stopped, Budi immediately removed the seat belt and set his gaze on Nafisa who was frowning in wonder.

"Mas, why did you stop here?" Nafisa was staring around. The road is deserted. I don't know why Budi pulled his car over here.

"Tell me, did you record the video?" ask with a probing look.

How he did not accuse Nafisa because the video was taken in Nafisa's rented. While there is no one, so who else has the potential to take the video if not Nafisa, the owner of the contract itself.

"What, Mas? You accused me of recording? Are you crazy? Why am I trying to record us again? I wasn't that brave until something like that was recorded. Not to complain, our actions can be Boomerang to both of us, especially if deliberately recorded," Nafisa's scolding with a roaring chest. He did not accept Budi accusing him like this.

"If not you, who's trying? That video was taken at your contract. No one else lives there but you, so you're the only person who has the potential to record all of that." I still blame Nafisa. Moreover, he was really emotional. Thought chaotic. Especially after the problems hit him. I feel like his life is getting ruined. And it would be even more devastating until Anne actually divorced her.

"But in fact, I didn't catch any of it. I also don't know why they could suddenly have a tape of us making love. Or maybe it was Mas himself who did it?" Suddenly Nafisa accused Budi himself of recording their hot activities. "Can Mas do that to trap me so that if at any time I make a mistake or invite you to end our relationship, you can threaten me with the video, right?" continued Nafisa who has been staring intently at Budi.

His hands clenched tightly due to the emotions that enveloped his heart and soul. Especially because the video is threatened to fail. Seeing the expression of Aliyah who spoke confidently that it was not her husband who was in the video made her really upset.

Nafisa had hoped that Aliyah could be affected so she immediately decided to separate or at least hold her husband responsible. It doesn't matter to be second. What is important now is that Amar can belong to her and the child in her womb has a legally recognized father.

"You want to accuse me, huh?" Budi then gripped Nafisa's jaw hard. His eyes glared sharply. He was upset not to play with the accusations of Nafisa that I was corrupting him.

"If so, why? No one else can enter freely into my contract other than you, Mas," replied Nafisa no less fierce.

Nafisa completely forgot that Nana used to play there too and she herself gave the spare key to Nana so that Nana could play to her contract at any time. But usually Nana contacts Nafisa first if you want to play to her contract. But not for that day. Being upset and lazy to go home makes Nana choose to go to Nafisa contract without notifying again. Therefore, Nafisa was completely unaware that Nana was the one who took the recording without her knowledge.

"You ... "

"Sick, asshole! Off!" nafisa's strangulation as the grip on her jaw hardened.

Then Budi let go of the grip violently.

"Just look if it turns out that you're really the one who recorded all that. Don't expect me to let you go!" threaten Budi with a face full of anger.

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Nafisa has now arrived at her parents' house. He chose a safe place for her because he was worried that Budi would come back to him to vent his frustration. Nafisa certainly did not want that to happen. So he chose to go home to his parents.

"Why are your faces so tangled?" asked Nafisa's mother when she saw her daughter enter the house with a chaotic look. The father also watched Nafisa's face that looked messy.

"Yes Sa, what's wrong with you? Are you having a problem?" timpal the father.

Nafisa twisted her brain, looking for a way out of the problems she faced. His heart suddenly cheered as he came up with a brilliant idea.

"Ma, Pa, sorry Fisa. Huhuhuh ... "

"What's wrong with you, Sa? Is there something evil about you? Tell me the same papa, who did you harm? Or do you have a problem? Tell me mom and dad, what's going on?" cecar the father who had straightened his back.

"Yes, honey, tell me, son, what's wrong with you?" timpal the mother.

"Ma, Pa, Fisa ... Fisa's pregnant. But ... The father of Fisa's child-to-be does not want responsibility. He actually slandered Fisa cheating with other men. Huhuhuhu .. "the battle of Nafisa twists the facts.

Nafisa's father is perfect. Ibu Nafisa pretended to be surprised. It was as if she had just learned about Nafisa's pregnancy.

"Bad. Who is that guy? Say it! Let Papa meet him and hold him accountable" said Nafisa's father stirred. His chest is up and down. He was really angry about what happened to his daughter.

"His name is Mas Amar, Pa. He is actually a married man. But he says he doesn't love his wife and loves Fisa, so Fisa wants to have a relationship with him. But suddenly she broke off with Fisa when she found out Fisa was pregnant," Nafisa said with tears in her eyes.

"Marine?" paro the father who immediately remembered the name of his eldest son who did not know where he was. But he did not think that Amar Nafisa could be his son.

Meanwhile, at the residence of Budi, upon arrival at home, he knocked on the door. After a few minutes, the door was not opened either. Amar then turned the door handle, but it seemed like the door was locked from the outside. Budi then took out a spare key stored in his wallet and immediately opened the door. He sought the whereabouts of his children and wife, but he found none everywhere. Budi then tried to contact Anne, but the call never lifted. It was only at the fifth call that the call was raised.

"Hello, assalamu 'alaikum, '" said Anne still sound soft and soothing.

Budi who had wanted to be angry, suddenly lost his word.

"Hello" said Anne again.

"Wa'alaikumussalam salam," said Budi nervously.

"Yes, Mom, what's wrong?" ask Anne.

"Where areyou? Why aren't you at home? It's almost afternoon. Do not go home at night, pity the children, will be sick," said Budi who suddenly attention makes Anne chuckle.

"Mas, Mas, is Mas sick?"

"meaning?" ask Budi confused.

"Mas suddenly snobs attention, weird to know. Usually do not care either. If you're angry, not because you care, but because you need something from me" said Anne who is right as it is. Budi immediately died a flea. Didn't expect Anne to say that to him.

"Mas are only worried about you guys" he said.

"Already, Mas. As always, we do not need to pay attention to us, we can still live even without you. You better take care of that affair of you who are pregnant. And for information only, I'm looking for a vacation with the kids so there's no need to wait for us. Maybe we'll just be back when our first divorce hearing is held. So, see you in court, Mas. Don't forget to clean up your stuff, okay! If you can, after we come back from vacation, you have gone from that house. Where to go, whatever. Going home to your mother's house is also up to you. Bye, Mum. Wassalamu'alaikum" said Anne really relaxed. After that, Anne immediately closed the call making Budi completely dumbfounded by the behavior of the future ex-wife.

Tut ... Tut ... Tut ...

"Anne, Anne, hey, Anne .. "screams Budi was surprised to find Anne had just closed her call.

"Shitt! Fuckkk! Goddamnit! Why is everything so messed up like this?" growled while pulling his own hair.

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