The Second Lead Fate
Forty

"Assynogaic"

"Waallaikumsalam. Already home?"

Ambar saw that his father and mother had not yet rested in the room when he came home. Wh why? Is there anything that has kept them awake until now? Then Ambar remembered who he was at dinner with today.

"Don't you sleep, Mom?"

"Have you met Nak Galih?" ask her father impatiently.

"Become"

"Continue?" ask her mother to be curious.

"There is no continuation. We just eat and go home"

"But you're eating until this hour like Galih?"

Ambar looked at his watch and did not realize that it was now ninety-thirty at night.

There's no way Ambar said he spent more time with Kenzo Boss than Mas Galih.

"The first sightseeing before" his answer immediately caused disappointment in the faces of his parents.

"So you don't like Galih?" ask his father without further ado.

"No, Sir. Cumans ... "

"Ambar was the first time I met Nak Galih. definitely later I can see you again. Is it Mbar?"

Fortunately, his mother understood what Ambar was thinking and tried to quell his father's anger.

"Where can you marry me!" his father denied it and went to the room. Leaving Ambar and his mother looking at each other.

"Udah, you shower keep resting there!" tell her mother with a worried tone.

"Ambar know if you want Ambar spit marriage, but all there will be a process Miss new time met once already ordered marriage"

"Yes, I understand. Your father's just impatient"

"The press first came in, ma'am"

Ambar left his mother standing in the middle of the room and laying on the bed. Increasingly, the pressure of marriage that her father put forward felt suffocating. He didn't want to see Galih or anyone else. He just wants to live like before. She was happy even though she never had a boyfriend. Ambar was upset and angry now. He got up from the bed, removed the hijab and placed it carelessly. Ambar walked quickly to the bathroom and accidentally hit the foot of the table. Pain mixed with sadness spread from the pinky of his feet to the head. Making her want to cry, grimacing as well as laughing at the same time.

After the pain subsided a little, he went to the bathroom with a light head. It seemed, the pain had wiped away all his worries, sadness and useless thoughts. But it hurts so much. He slept well that night until someone shook his body violently.

"What the hell?" he asked with his eyes closed and a loud sound of waking up.

"Bar help me"

"Huh? What's?"

"Bar wake!"

As the shock in his body felt stronger, Ambar was forced to wake up.

"What the hell?? How come you're here?"

"Mbar anterin me!"

"Ratihe, it's two o'clock. I have to work tomorrow"

Ambar wants to get back in his sleep but his little friend doesn't let him.

"My husband looks like he's cheating. You have to take me"

"Huh?" Ambar was forced to sit down again and look at his little friend's face wet with tears.

Ratih has been living away from this area since marrying her second husband. But why was this friend in his room asking for something like that?

"I don't want to interfere anymore. I'm kapok"

Ambar remembered the fierce struggle between Ratih and her first husband's affair in a mall a few years ago. He was embarrassed but had to force the train to stop before being reported to the police because of the persecution.

"I'm having a hard time gini again, you don't want to help anyway Mbar?"

"It's not. It's your household problem, I'm just an outsider. Don't dare to interfere"

"You've never liked men to that extent. That's why you don't understand"

Wooh, why now what happened in Ambar's life was brought around.

"At least, just wait until your husband comes home and asks"

"I'm again kumpulin Mbar's proof. Let's get you anterin me now"

Train firmly pulled Ambar until he fell out of his bed. He landed on his butt first, inflicting pain that made his eyes bulge.

"You're stamped" he sneered at his little friend.

"Why not stress, Mbar. I married twice but had to be cheated. I'm tired of being called Mbar"

This is one of the reasons Ambar chose not to have a boyfriend or husband just yet.

"Yes, I'm anther. By the way, how did you get in?"

"Your mother opened the door"

"Lha, mom's up?"

"hey are. Masa' I'm climbing up your window on this second floor?"

"I'm going to change clothes first"

"Udah. Hunt later I can't tell him he's cheating"

"Yes, you go out first"

Ambar continued to wear an ash shirt and beige toad pants that he was wearing to sleep earlier then grabbed the hijab directly on the back of the chair and out of the room.

"It's a long time" complained Ratih as Ambar descended slowly from the top floor.

"Whisper! Ask for help nyolot"

"Yes it's a little spit"

Outside the house, Ambar meets his mother who wears a thick jacket.

"Mom, I'll train you first"

"Mommy really doesn't agree you guys go malem-malem gini. But"

"Budhe, I'm just asking Ambar to help you doang. Not a macem-macem"

"Yes, but there are no men to look after. Did Budhe tell your father?"

"Don't Budhe. later pakdhe bucket. Tell mommy"

Ambar only looked at Ratih and his mother from the side. He did not listen because he was still sleepy.

"Come on!" take Ratih and drag Ambar to the car.

"Mom, I'll go first. Assalamualaikum"

"Wallaikumsalam. Beware Mbar"

"Yes"

"Come on a spit!!. My husband's affair will run away"

Ambar got in the car, started the engine and quickly took it out of the yard. Before his father wakes up and starts to get angry.

"Where is your husband?" ask Ambar to Ratih who looks pale. Looks like his friend's problem was a little heavy this time.

"In the "

"You want me to get you to the club?"

"Yes. Where to?"

"Ratih, it's two o'clock in the morning, most clubs have also disbanded"

"That's why I'm taking you at this hour"

Without asking any more, Ambar spurred his car on a deserted road and headed for a nightclub in the center of the capital.

"Udah nyampe nih" said Ambar then heard the sound of music that seeped out of the club.

"You come with me and you come in"

"Are you crazy?"

Ambar recalled Ratih's behavior when they were nineteen years ago.

"I'm scared"

Whoa, tumben. I usually never fear anything. Including the place he was going this time. Why now?

"I'm afraid my husband is cheating. How about dong Mbar?"

Ambar embraces his little friend who has many cobblestone streets in his hiddup and tries to encourage. He had never felt what Ratih had experienced. It hurts so much when betrayed.

"Udah. I'm coming with you. Let's see it first. Don't assume anything first"

Eventually Ambar accompanies Ratih into the sprawling nightclub. The music he had heard was thin, long ago blaring. Many people started to look towards Ambar, probably because of the clothes he wore, but he did not care about the sight of people. The goal here is just to help Ratih find ... .

"Meet. The Mbar"

Ambar looked towards the tip of Ratih's index finger leading to a seat full of men. Of the five men, Ambar saw Ratih's husband in the middle. But something's weird.

"Oh, I think we should go home first"

"Why? I want to go there and catch another girl ... "

Ambar held onto Ratih's arm so that the friend would not walk forward.

"It's not a girl Tih"

Ratih looked at Ambar and turned to her sitting husband.

"What???"

"We're going home"

"But ... "

Ambar pulls the already weak Ratih and wants to walk out of the nightclub. But a large, tall body blocks the way out.

"It's surprising you're here Ambar"

Ambar looked up and faintly saw a pair of blue eyes that were staring at him. Damnit. Why did he meet this guy again.