
Tonight, Mila was still staring at the ceiling of her room. Mila was still lying on her bed. Since then he was still thinking about Zaki's words this afternoon. If there is someone who is influencing Adnan so that Adnan hates him.
"Who has influenced Mas Adnan. What can't be, that woman. That woman who has destroyed my domestic relationship with Mas Adnan" muttered Mila.
Ring ring ring ...
Mila's cell phone roused Mila from her daydream. Mila is sitting up. He then picked up the phone that was on the nightstand.
Mila was surprised when she saw the call from her mother.
"Mother, what do you want to call. Tumben very nice nights he called," said Mila.
Mila then raised a call from her mother.
"Hello. Assalamualaikum."
"Hello Mila, wa'alakium salam. How's Mil doing?"
"Good Mom. How is your own mother doing?"
"Mother is also good Mil. Sorry Mil, if I've disturbed your time these nights. I just want to say something important Mil."
"What does it matter, ma'am?"
"Your father is sick Mil. And now, mom's in the hospital."
"What! sick dad? what kind of sick father is Mom?"
"Mom doesn't know Mil either. It's been half a month that your father has been sick. And checked to the doctor also did not heal his pain. That's why I took your father to the hospital."
"Oh my goodness, wait, ma'am."
"Mil, you have no money Mil? honestly, I no longer hold money at all Mil. Confused about who else to borrow money from. Your brothers and sisters, the same. No more holding onto money."
Mila quiet.
What should I say to my mother. Right now I don't have any money at all. I have a problem with Mas Adnan. If I have to borrow it to Mas Zaki or to the Holy Mother, I am ashamed. I just work here there has not been a month to borrow money, inner Mila.
"Hello Miles... Mila, you're still there."
"Eh, yes, ma'am."
"Mil, can you go back to Mil?"
"Sorry Mom, Mila can't go home yet."
"Why Miles? Adnan's busy with his job."
"Yes, Mom."
"Then, please Mil. Please talk to your husband, so that he wants to guarantee mom money for paternity treatment in the hospital. Because I was confused who else to borrow from. If not borrow to Adnan, I want to borrow to whom else. Adnan works in an office. It must be a lot of money, too."
"Yes Mom. I'll try to talk to Mas Adnan."
"Yes, that's Mil. I'm also not good with Adnan if you have to call you tonight. Say hello Mil, to your husband and mother-in-law."
"Yes, Mom."
"Assalamualaik."
"Wa'alakiumsalam."
After closing the phone line. Mila crying. She couldn't really talk to her mother if she was going to divorce her husband.
"I'm sorry Mila mom, because Mila can't go home yet, and Mila also can't tell you about Mila's problem. But Mila promised, Mila will seek a loan of money for mother," Mila said on the sidelines of her crying.
Mila wiped her tears. After that he got up and walked into the bathroom.
Hiks..hiks...
"I'm sorry Mila Bu, because Mila had to lie to me. Mila is divorced from Mas Adnan. Wherever possible Mila had to borrow money to Mas Adnan. But Mila will try to find a loan of money for mother to someone else" Mila said.
Mila then took some water to wash her face. He rubbed his face with the water to calm himself.
After Mila turned off the water tap, Mila then came out of the bathroom. He climbed into his bed to get ready for bed.
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The sun this morning, it was shining perfectly. Mila was busy with her work.
Mila has since swept the front yard of Zaki's house.
From a distance, Mila was still staring at Zaki, who was currently still playing basketball in front of her house.
"Mas Zaki won't, guarantee me money. I need money, for your hospital expenses. Did I ask for my salary first to the Holy Mother" muttered Mila.
Mila looked confused. He had to borrow money from Zaki or the Holy Mother.
If he borrowed money to the Holy Mother, Mila was not tasty, because she was always troublesome to the Holy Mother. But if she had to borrow money from Zaki, she was hesitant because Mila and Zaki's relationship wasn't so close. Mila is afraid that Zaki will not lend her money.
Zaki stopped his activities. After that he looked at Mila who was still dumbfounded in front of the porch of his house.
Zaki could only shake his head when he saw Mila daydreaming.
"Mila, Mila, again she's dumb. If for a long time like that continues, you can have a trance Mila," said Zaki.
Zaki walked over to Mila. Zaki then waved his hand in front of Mila.
"God! early in the morning, I daydreamed. Intention of work?" said Zaki ketus.
Mila was surprised when she saw Zaki's attitude. Last afternoon, Zaki was nice to her. But now, the handsome man turned cold again.
"Mas Zaki, sorry Mas," said Mila.
"Sorry, sorry. Work is focused. Don't worry much. Will be in your trance if most daydream."
"Mas Zaki isn't going to the office?" ask Mila.
"No. I'm going to take a day off."
"Oh..."
Zaki walked into his house. While Mila swept back the front yard.
Zaki took out a bottle of cold water from inside the refrigerator. After that he returned to the terrace and sat on the front porch of the house.
Zaki's gaze was still focused on Mila who was currently still sweeping the front yard. Every now and then the handsome man drank his water.
"Mila is actually pretty. Why is her husband so stupid. Why should he waste a woman as beautiful as Mila" Zaki murmured as she placed her bottle on the table.
Zaki was surprised as Mila looked back. Zaki immediately turned his gaze in the other direction. Zaki doesn't want Mila to know that Zaki has been watching Mila.
A little while later, Holy Mother came out of her house. He looked at Zaki.
"Zaki, aren't you at the office?" ask Holy Ma.
Zaki looked towards his mother.
"No Ma. I'm so lazy today."
Holy Mother then threw her body and sat down by her son's side. Then they talked in front of the house.
On the sidelines of Mila sweeping the courtyard, Mila occasionally noticed Holy Mother and Zaki. Mila actually wanted to borrow money from them for her father's hospital expenses. But Mila still hesitates.
He is not good to the Holy Mother because the Holy Mother has helped him a lot. Borrowing money to Zaki, Mila is still afraid of his cold attitude.