THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 46 - TENSE WEEK

I woke up smelling a distinctive pungent aroma. The hospital smell. The smell of drugs is so strong.

"Liana! Are you conscious?"

Jonathan looked at me attentively.

"Mas!"

"Why do you leave your stomach empty while traveling?" her question made me realize that I had not eaten from morning to catch up with time.

"Eat first! Let me steam!"

I'm shy. It's big but it's fed. Moreover, being stared at in such a way made the cold heat tremble all over my soul.

"Where's the genta, Mas?" ask shy. Trying to divert attention so that my heart is stubborn plus this does not sound the ears of Mas Jonathan.

"Genta took your divorce papers at Irsyad's house!"

Deg.

"Will he give it to you?"

"Of course with rewards!"

I let out a breath. Until the end of the crazy crocodile still complicates.

"She got herself a recompense for what she did!" mas Jo is short.

I didn't answer. Just chewing while staring at the hospital window.

Instantly I realized. I was in the hospital room for fainting at the meatballs.

"What...I have to be treated, Mom?"

Jo is smiling. I smoothed my lips while shaking my head.

"After half of the infusion, we go to Mama's house. I've called if we're gonna stay there tonight!"

"Mass?"

"Hm? Wanna protest? How did you defend yourself for being careless and cover up your departure for Irsyad?"

I'm choked. This master's dinner weapon is his name.

"I. Go with Genta, Mas! I think this is my personal matter that I need to take care of completely!"

"But you lied to me. You said you wanted to see relatives! Even refused in between because they did not want them to know that you already have a future husband again. Hm... It turned out!"

I'm down. Shame on all my lies to Jonathan.

"Liana... Didn't I tell you? In our relationship, try to communicate well. Communication is primary. Bitter or bad, we discussed together. Find the best way out. Not hiding and playing secrets even though your intentions are good, do not want to trouble me. Please..., next time please help us discuss! Okay?"

I stared at the two beautiful and soothing Netra Mas Jo. Both of her hands were gently pressed against my chubby cheeks.

Treeetc... Treeetc... Treeet

Jonathan took his cell phone out of his pocket.

"I'll pick up the phone first, okay?" he said as if asking for permission. I'm nodding.

Mas... Why are you so sweet? Your special treatment makes me very happy despite having just experienced an unpleasant incident. Irsyad is crazy about admitting his wrongdoing and wants to come back to me after what happened.

I shook my head, not wanting to remember that bastard again. Because it's so sick of it.

Somewhat long ago Mas Jo received a phone call from someone. I could have eavesdropped, but didn't understand the conversation because Mas Jo was more silent and listening.

"Hhh..."

He breathed after the call ended.

"You know, who called me just now?"

I'm bengong. I don't know and can't guess who.

"Sir Jacky!"

"Sir Jacky?"

I have a standard IQ. My memory is also not so sharp that it is easy to forget even though I have known or know before.

"Owner of CV Abadi Nugraha, her husband Bianca!"

I'm starting to understand. My brain cells are functioning correctly.

Bianca's her ex-boyfriend!

"They're divorced."

I stared into Mas Jo's eyes.

"Sir Jacky and Bu Bianca got divorced?"

"But Jacky sir didn't break his company's partnership with my company. Don't worry, Liana!" he said as he stroked my son's hair slowly. Her smile was back up.

What I'm worried about is your feelings for Bianca, Mas! Are there any remnants of love? May I ask you your heart? What...it doesn't make me look too jealous blind?

"Boss Gege, Sister Liana!"

"Greet me if you enter the room, Genta!"

I smiled thinly. Genta got reprimanded even with a subtle tone.

"Sorry, Boss! Hehe... Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'alaikum hail!"

"It's the divorce papers, I got them!"

"Alhamdulillah!"

We both thank God because one problem has been solved.

............

At six in the afternoon, we were only able to get out of the hospital after the infusion fluid ran out.

As Jonathan said, we'll stop by and stay at his parents' house.

Of course I'm nervous and ded-degan.

My lips were tightly clenched and my mouth was locked until not a single sentence came out even though it was just a casual conversation.

"Yes bugup?" guess Jo, right.

As usual, he will channel his warm air through the tight grip of his sturdy fingers. Although driving a car drove on the streets of the capital.

"Don't be afraid, Liana! My mama's not a bad-tempered man, koq! He was so enthusiastic to get to know you quickly. I have also told you your true status. Mama says, a widow or a virgin doesn't matter. What matters is that you love me. That said. Cool khan?"

My eyes narrowed.

Somewhat familiar with the elite housing of this one capital. The elite residential area of Sunter Podomoro, the Mediterranean complex.

It looks like.In the direction of Jordan's house!

I am increasingly convinced that the road we pass is the road to the housing of Ibu Tiur Maminya Jordan.

Suppose that close, I can stop by later to see the kind-hearted Bu Tiur because he once gave me an envelope with money.

Hey, hey?...

I'm getting surprised. Turns out... Mas Jonathan's car stopped at the gate of Jordan's house.

Then...

Tin tin tiiin...

He honked his car and, shortly afterwards, someone opened the gate.

Deg deg deg deg

Deg deg deg deg

"Mas... This...your Mama's house?" I'm a little trembling.

"Yes, Liana! Come on, let's get down! Genta, come..."

My face is pale, my knees are limp.

It.jordan's house!

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