The Wife You Divorced
Zaki's anger

This afternoon, Mila was still sitting on the front porch. His eyes were still staring blankly ahead. Mila is still thinking with her son Aluna.

Since yesterday, Mila tried to find Aluna. But Mila has not been able to find Aluna.

Ring ring ring...

Drying Mila's cell phone, waking Mila from her daydream. Mila picked up her phone and picked up the call.

"Hello..."

"Hello Bu Mila, there's good news, ma'am. Aluna's been found."

"Oh yeah? when?"

"So early this morning, Mr. Adnan brought Aluna home."

"Oh yeah. Thank goodness then. I'm listening to him."

"Yes, Mom."

"Oh yes. Now where is Aluna. May I speak to him."

"Yes ma'am, wait a minute."

Mila was waiting for Mbak Asih to call Aluna.

"Hello Ma'am, hello..."

"Yes, why?"

"Aluna is with her father, ma'am."

"Is there Adnan there? is he home from the office?"

"Yes Mom. It's been. I dare not call Aluna. I'm afraid of Mr. Adnan. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Yes, that's okay. I'll call you sometime."

"Yes, Mom."

After disconnecting her phone line, Mila got up from her seat. He saw a car coming into his house. He thought it was Holy Ma'am's car, it was Zaki's.

Zaki got out of his car. After that he stepped onto the front porch of the house.

Zaki looked at Mila.

"Why are you here?" ask Zaki.

"Eh, I'm home. I'm just looking for the wind here."

"Mama I'm inside?"

"Sacred Man left this afternoon."

"Where to go?"

"I don't know either."

"Oh yes. Please bring my bag inside" Zaki said.

"Yes, it's."

Mila takes Zaki's office bag and takes him inside.

Arriving in the living room, Zaki sat down.

"Oh yes Mil, please make me drink!" pinta Zaki's.

"What do you want to drink Mas Zaki?" ask Mila.

"As much as you have coffee or tea."

"Coffee is Yes. It just so happens that the tea is over."

"Yes, just coffee. But don't be too bitter."

"Yes, it's."

Mila walks into the kitchen to make Zaki some coffee.

Tumben Mas Zaki told me to make a drink. Usually he doesn't want me to drink, Mila.

Just this time, Zaki told Mila to make him a drink. Usually Zaki always told his mother, as long as the maid was not there.

After Mila brews hot coffee and adds a little sugar to it, Mila takes the coffee all the way to the living room.

Mila then placed the cup in front of Zaki sitting down. While Zaki is still focusing on his phone screen.

It's people, play around. I made coffee too, there was no gratitude, mad Mila in her heart.

Mila then rushed away leaving Zaki. Mila walked towards the kitchen to continue her work.

Zaki took the coffee cup and sipped it. Zaki spouted the coffee until his clothes got wet.

"What a coffee is this. Very bitter," said Zaki.

Zaki looked annoyed. He hurriedly called Mila.

"Mila...! Mila...!" exclaim Zaki.

The summoned Mila hurriedly stepped over to Zaki.

Zaki stared at Mila.

"Can you make coffee? why is the coffee so bitter. Don't you add sugar?"

"I'm adding sugar to it."

"Toks are still bitter."

"Then the Mas. But I added sugar earlier. "

"But it's still bitter. I don't like coffee that is too bitter. You should add more sugar."

Mila is confused with Zaki. But Mila had added sugar to the coffee was a bit much. But somehow Zaki said the coffee was still bitter.

"If you want sweet, why did Mas Zaki not tell me to make milk just now. So there is no need to add sugar anymore" said Mila.

Zaki breathed deeply.

"Do I want to make another coffee?"

"No need. I'm going to go to the room."

Zaki got up from his seat. After that, he went upstairs to his room.

After Zaki left, the roar of the car sounded from outside the house.

"It must be Holy Ma'am coming home" said Mila.

Mila then hurriedly stepped up to greet Holy Mother in front. Mila opened the front door and smiled as she saw Holy Mother get off her car.

"Mila...! here...!" The Holy Mother waved her hand towards Mila.

Mila hurriedly approached towards the Holy Mother.

"Yes Mom. What's up?"

"In the car a lot of mom's groceries. Can you help me get mom's groceries inside."

"Can Ma."

"Yes, let's help mom."

"Yes." Yeah."

Holy Ma'am approached her car and opened the trunk of her car. After that the Holy Mother took her groceries that were in the car.

Holy Ma'am and Mila brought the items into the house. After that, Holy Mother and Mila sat in the middle room.

Ring ring ring...

In the midst of Mila's conversation with the Holy Mother, suddenly the Holy Mother's phone rang.

The Holy Mother immediately raised a call from her domestic assistant.

"Hello Bik Inem."

"Hello Holy Ma'am. How are you, ma'am?"

"good. When did you come back here?"

"Sorry Mom, I can't seem to go back to work at mom's house."

"Lho, why is that?"

"My husband and my son, no longer allow me to work. They told me to work in the village."

"Oh, so yeah."

"Yes Mom. I'm so sorry, ma'am. If you want to find another housekeeper, please ma'am. Because I can't go back to my mother's house."

"Yes, I made Inem. It's okay."

"Yes, Mom, I just want to say that. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alakiumsalam"

After turning off her phone line, Holy Mother looked at Mila.

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

"Bik Inem, don't come back here. She said her son and husband had not allowed her to work far away" explained Holy Mother.

"Oh, so yeah."

"Yes. I have to find another ART then."

"Mom, why don't I just Mom, who's ART mom? so I can get a salary also like Bik Inem. I also do not feel good, if here just a free meal and sleep. I also want to work."

The Holy Mother was shocked when she heard Mila's words.

"You're sure Mil is with your words."

"Yakin Ma'am. It's okay if I work here. I also do not seem to want to go home before officially divorced and get custody of my child. I can't leave Aluna with her father and grandmother."

"Yes Mil, it's up to you. If I want to change Bik Inem is okay. I'll pay your salary later."

Mila smile.

Mila still wants to stay in Jakarta, for the sake of her son. Mila still wants to see Aluna, if she can she also wants to take Aluna away from Adnan's house.