THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST

THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
Tension In Arimbi's house


The tense and awkward atmosphere is currently taking place on the porch of a house. There are only two adult men there, but instead the two men who create a gripping atmosphere. No reprimand can make things warmer.


Since deciding to join his son on the road, Arimbi did leave two of his guests to prepare themselves and prepare the various needs of the child. Reyhan is currently taking a bath with Ms Farida. The boy had been whining for his father's bath, but thanks to a long persuasion, the little boy finally wanted to take a bath with the woman called grandmother by Reyhan.


One of the men there was named Mulyadi. There was envy and jealousy when he saw firsthand Reyhan and his father's interaction. Whereas for these few months, the man was very close to Reyhan. Even he was very optimistic, could reach Arimbi's heart through his son. But unfortunately, the arrival of Sandi seemed to be a barrier to be able to reach Arimbi.


Sandi herself is actually still relaxed. She only felt strange with the man who was currently sitting not far from her. Though the man knew that the owner of the house would leave, but the man was still sitting there. I don't know what he's waiting for. Maybe he was hoping to go on a picnic too.


"Have you been near my son for a long time?" sandi finally chose to let out her voice first. Of course the question that was thrown was Sandi thought mature.


"Yes quite a long time, since he was a child," there was a little lie from Mulyadi's answer. It seemed like he had his own purpose by giving such an answer.


As Mulyadi expected, Sandi was quite surprised to hear the answer coming out of the mouth of her interlocutor."Since Reyhan was a kid? Since he was born or what? You see, Reyhan is still a kid?"


Not to want to be ridiculed, but Sandi's question a little make Mulyadi feel upset. "Not really, but you could say long enough. Many even thought I was the boy's father."


Sandi smiled wryly as well. "Luckily your faces don't look alike?" sandi's speech was so subtle, but it sounded like an invitation to war.


And no need to be asked again, Mulyadi was quite upset to hear that. But the man can still behave like nothing happened. "What is your purpose in coming to this city?" instead of answering Sandi's question, Mulyadi threw a question that seemed to be finding out.


"It seems, I have no obligation to tell you. We're not that close to sharing information, are we?" again Sandi's answer sounded very striking. Mulyadi was right to hold back the rumble that started burning her chest cavity.


"I know, that's why I feel like coming here is only to hurt Arimbi. I hope my guess is wrong."


"Yes, thank God it's wrong" Mulyadi replied no less relaxed.


Feeling no need for anyone to be debated again, Sandi chose silence, ending the cold war that had just been created. Only a smile wide enough in return for Mulyadi's words. Sandi is too lazy to fight the debate. What else does his interlocutor currently look very confident. Sandi knew very well that the man would not stop just like that to get close to Arimbi.


"Dad!" again Reyhan's shouting voice immediately warmed the atmosphere. The boy ran to his father's place.


"Well, the father's son is already fragrant," praise Sandi while floating kisses several times to his son until the child laughs. Mulyadi again felt envious seeing such a scene.


"Yes, while waiting for mom, we're going to the car now, okay?" Reyhan nodded with great enthusiasm. The boy was even very impatient to want to be in the car that Sandi was carrying.


"You're still here, Mum?" arimbi asked so out, his eyes caught the figure of a man who had been in his house since.


"Yes as you can see, you wish I had gone" Mulyadi replied which was quite surprising to Arimbi.


"It's not wrong if I think so? Do you know for yourself I'm leaving? Do you want to talk to mom?"


Mulyadi immediately smiled cynically. "When the man has just come, but you have been very privileged. Not afraid of being hurt again?"


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