
My gaze from Resa's eyes made Sam lose control. The two faces were getting closer. Outside Sam's consciousness. He pitted his lips against Resa's. That warm and gentle encounter, the longer it went deeper.
The ceklakkk!
The door to the room opens someone.
"Resa bagaimaaa--" the man could not continue his words, as his eyes saw the two people in front of him dissolve in the glances of the tongue.
Resa and Sam were very surprised to see the arrival of that person.
"Dirga?!"
"Sam?!"
Sam and Dirga said at the same time.
Dirga went straight into Resa's room, after entering he closed the door first. Resa tried to relax. But, his mind was really frightened.
"What are you doing?" Ask Dirga.
Sam is confused, having to explain where, just now, his actions are out of his control. Sam tried to lift his heart, and calm the beat of his heart.
"I want to keep secrets from you. But ... Can you keep this a secret?" Ask Sam. To Dirga.
"I promise, I will keep your secret" replied Dirga.
"Resa, my second wife, who I keep secret from everyone, only a few people know, including you." Said Sam.
"Oh no!" Dirga looks frustrated.
"Right now, it's not just Vania who's pregnant. But, Resa too," said Sam.
Dirga stared at meu towards Resa. His breathing felt heavy, a rough breathing sounding. "You're a special woman, why would you want to be a second wife, in secret anyway! You deserve to be his only wife." Groused Dirga.
Dirga threw his body in the chair next to him. "Lord, why are you so kind to Sam, because he's stupid! So you send an angel like Resa by her side" Dirga complained.
Resa was confused as to what to do, he just squeezed his fingers.
"What do you mean?" Sam's pissed at Dirga's bed, stupid.
"All our relatives and friends call you fools! Only you love with your eyes closed. You can see for yourself that Vania does not love you in the least. But, you love him like crazy!" Hardic Dirga.
"Logically Sam, our hands are not always just for waving, there are times for clapping, with Vania, your hands will not be able to clap, because for Vania it is just her and her career, she said, no one else is!" Dirga looked towards Resa.
"If one day a gem like Resa, you ignore it. I'll make sure I'm the luckiest scavenger, if I can get Resa, someday." Connect Dirga.
The ceklakkk!
The door opened again, and Ramida came with a servant.
"Dirga, Sam?" The look on Ramida's face looked astonished, seeing two men in Resa's room.
"Resa, how are you?" Sapa Dirga's.
Dirga's question made Resa, aware of her daydream. "A little better" replied Resa.
"You guys go out first, let Resa rest" Ramida said.
With great force, Sam and Dirga came out of Resa's room. While the waiter, immediately brought a tray that he brought in front of Resa. Finished with his job. The waiter left Resa's room.
"If you feel better, say yes, because I want to take you away from here, your mama's problem, don't think about it, I've given him a lot of money" Ramida said.
"Why do we have to go, ma'am?"
"I'm afraid, my mother's heart attack, if you look at Vania's really annoying behavior, you know? In this day, he just wants to eat an apple and a glass of milk, he's even more despicable-"
Resa was silent, this week he had not met anyone, except the people who entered his room.
"For the sake of grandma's health, we moved to a new place, until you and Vania gave birth, we just came back here" Ramida said.
*****
Flash back Ramida and Marina.
After breakfast, Marina's face was sad. Ramida knows that her in-laws' grief is Vania. It was not only Marina who was sad to see Vania eat very little, not less, but very less. Even that woman is still crazy about her appearance.
"Where's mom?" Ask Vania.
"She's sick, she's mom told me to take a break in the room" Ramida replied.
After finishing with her breakfast, Vania went straight to the top floor. Marina looked at Sam.
"Sam, your wife is pregnant, please persuade her to eat the right portion" Marina said.
"I can do what Grandma, what Vania wants, then that's what happens." Answer Sam.
"So, take me to the room, I'll have breakfast with you. But, my throat, it's suffocating!" Gerrutu Marina's.
Jena immediately pushed the wheelchair, Marina. Marina gestured for Jena to stop pushing her wheelchair.
"Sam! Are you a man or not? You know Sam. I'm so happy that your father is gone, that if he's alive, I'm sure he's too ashamed to have a son like you!"
Marina gestured for Jena to continue pushing her wheelchair. Jena immediately pushed him towards Marina's room.
Ramida looked at Sam. He was eager to curse his son. However, he was resistant. He would rather leave Sam, and follow his father-in-law into his room. Arriving in Marina's room. Ramida asks Jena to do another job. It was just him and Marina in that room.
"Mom, what do you think, if we move to a villa in the village, which is located on the edge of the lake?"
"You want to expel mom, for insulting your son?!"
"Not at all ma'am, I don't want Resa to be tormented, seeing the affection of Sam and Vania, however Resa is also Sam's wife. We're moving the five to the villa. Me, mom, Resa, Jena and Masri, how?"
"Then, prepare, mother agrees."
Ramida smiled, she hugged her in-laws tightly. Finished talking to her in-laws, Ramida immediately went to the waiter, to deliver breakfast for Resa. He and the waiter walked to Resa's room. When he reached Resa's room, he was shocked, seeing Sam and Dirga there.
Flash back off.
******
Sam and Dirga
After leaving Resa's room. Sam and Dirga walked to the living room. Sam was still looking at Dirga, with an unpleasant look. The one in view did not care at all about the gaze directed at him.
"Well, you're in Resa's room?!" Sam asked, his tone of voice sounded very firm.
"Casual, bro. No need to be hard! Kale!" Reply Dirga.
"It's still morning, why did you come straight into Grandma's maid's room, what do you want?!"
"I know, Resa's sick, after all this past week, I've always seen her. Auntie's no problem, I see her often." Answer Dirga.
"Keep, what do you want, so you just walk into his room?"
"You know what Dirga is, it's none of your business, Sam!"
Sam and Dirga both turned their heads toward the source of the voice.