Tired of Loving you
Flashback Part 3

"Isn't that Mr. Harsa's wife, the owner of the number 1 interior and textile company in her country?" whispered someone glanced sharply at Madame Marsya who was busy joking with her social friends.

"I don't know at all. Not important either." replied someone else indifferently.

Mrs Marsya who was busy showing off the original jade ring that there are only five in the whole world was also disturbed by the views of the cafe visitors.

"Why are you, Shay? Rich is uncomfortable sitting?" ask one of Mrs Marsya's friends.

"No problem, go ahead" said Mrs Marsya smiling.

"O yes, tomorrow I hope you all attend my first grandchild's one-monthly event, huh?" said the middle-aged woman wearing a bright red dress.

"Wah .. glad to have the first grandchild. I was married two months pregnant. Tok cer once your son," said the woman wearing a yellow saffron blouse.

"Yes, dong. O yes, it's not that Madame Marsya's son has been married almost 10 months, huh? Have children yet?" ask the woman who has a new grandchild.

"A-anu, they're still enjoying the time .. courtship period after marriage. I understand that. Because, they want to use the time as well as possible before there is a baby that will certainly change the atmosphere of their marriage," said Marsya nervous.

"But not barren, right?"

Deg.

**

"Huhuhuhu .. I'm so ashamed, Pa. My son has been married for 10 months. But until now there have been no children either" soed Mrs Marsya who was hugging spoiled Mr. Harsa on the long sofa of her house.

"Quiet, Ma. The child is sustenance, if it has not been given, it means not yet his sustenance. Don't pressure Shaka just because of what your friends say" Mr. Harsa tried to comfort his wife.

"Are we marrying Shaka to another woman who can get pregnant fast, Pa?"

"Ma! What the fuck are you! Shaka is happy with his marriage. Don't ruin his happiness. Enough Morgan to be a victim of our selfishness!" sentak Tuan Harsa wrath.

"Is Mama more concerned with socialite friends than her own children?" said Mr. Harsa while looking at Mrs Marsya sharply.

Brucks.

"Well, how did he faint, Ma? You are always full of drama." muttered Mr. Harsa while confirming the position of Madame Marsya who was unconscious in a state of sitting leaning on the sofa.

"When it's like this, what can I do? Who is the woman who wants to marry Shaka and who can get pregnant quickly? It's hard that this is the concept," Mr. Harsa sighed heavily.

"Are you the one I married to Shaka? Didn't she already know that Shaka was married? And also, doesn't his family owe me a lot?" muttered Mr. Harsa while stroking the top of Mrs Marsya's head.

"Am I that bad? Do I have to get rid of my conscience for now?" Mr. Harsa rubbed his face rough.

**

"Anyway, you owe me a lot, man. Please, just help me this time. Counting, you are replying to all the services I have given to your family," said Mr. Harsa who was dealing with Mr. Sarman-father Aina, in his room.

"I owe you a lot, but I will never make my daughter a means of return. He is more valuable than anything" replied Mr. Sarman firmly.

"Then give me back everything I've given you, right now. Or you'll face me in court, how?" Mr. Harsa grinned.

"Give me two days, then I'll give you back everything you gave me,"

"No. Today, too, everything must return. Including the house that you and your family are occupying," Mr. Harsa increasingly felt he was in the upper hand.

"In that case, I will try to persuade my daughter to be willing to marry your married son. Be patient, because it will not be easy" said Mr. Sarman resigned.

"Fine, I know that."

TBC_