Titian Love Nadia
Kangen Mamak's

Rasya went into the house, his hand was holding Nadia. They took turns kissing the back of the hand of Pak Baskoro's younger brother, Lek Purnomo and Lek Windarti.

"Rasya, Nadia, sit down first, son. There is something Lek Pur wants to tell you," said Pak Baskoro who had first entered the house and sat on one of the single sofas.

Rasya and Nadia sat side by side in front of Purnomo and Windarti. The two guests appeared to be displaying sad faces, but it seemed like Lek Pur was at a loss for the words he had composed.

"What's up, Lek?" The feeling could not hold back his curiosity. Same with Nadia.

"Lek Pur and Lek Win as Linda's parents apologize for what Linda has done to you. Forgive us for not being able to educate him well" Purnomo said with a sad face, tears also adorned the middle-aged man's cheeks.

"Don't apologize for a mistake you never made, Lek. We have forgiven Linda and considered the incident a disaster really, Lek," said Nadia Legowo. "Linda's own situation what now, Lek?" tanyanya.

"That's why we came here. Linda was depressed after finding out you guys were married. He's heartbroken. For one week after the incident at Rayan's wedding with Prima, he just locked himself in the room." Lek Pur paused his sentence. Lek Win also cried. What drama they play.

"And yesterday we found Linda unconscious, there was an incision scar on her wrist, Linda almost lost her life if we were a little late to take her to the hospital," Lek Win added.

"Astaghfirullah Al'Adzim." Nadia squealing.

"As parents we want to see our child happy. Linda was our only child, and we got her for a long time, eight years. Now we can't afford to see our only child depressed and must be accompanied by a psychiatrist." Lek Pur adds, really a compact pair.

"Then do we mean Lek Pur and Lek Win who are responsible for something that happened to Linda?" sergeant Nadia rather lead to sit the question. Given Purnomo and Windarti have not reached the core of the subject.

"We're sure you're a good girl, Nadia. Allow Rasya to marry Linda, "now Lek Windarti said.

Nadia was instantly stunned. "What?"

A heavy burden fell on his head. Nadia looked to her right side. Trying to see Rasya's reaction. However, it turned out that the man was no longer beside her. I don't know since when the men left her alone to face two of Linda's minions. "Damn it, you old man!" of course Nadia only dared to curse her husband in her heart.

"No! They can't get married. Linda and Rayan are a nurse, meaning Linda and Rasya are blood, too" Ms. Nastiti who has been a listener since then interrupted with a tenor voice.

"Sir, how could Sister Nastiti say Linda was a nurse with Rayan? Meanwhile, before the pregnancy Rayan Mbak had done surgery for the removal of payu*ara due to the tumor," Lek Win sergeant with a tone no less high.

"Astaghfirullah, Win. What other lies are you telling? Do you have any evidence that I ever had that operation?" sergeant Bu Nastiti.

"Yes no. Then does Madam Nastiti herself have evidence that she once breastfed Linda? I'm just demanding justice for what happened to my son" Windarti put forward a plea. Ms. Nastiti just kept quiet, because she honestly never breastfed Linda. All that was just a pretext, he did not like Linda who became a copy photo of her sister-in-law, Windarti.

'Justice? Weepy! When it comes to justice, your beloved son is rotting in prison, Lek!' of course Nadia just cursed in the heart. He was not nice to his father-in-law who is still silent yet to speak up.

"Lek, Linda is still young. She's a beautiful, sexy girl. There must be a lot of young men who are interested in her and want to make her a wife. Try Linda to open her heart to other men who are not married men" Nadia said. "Are Lek Pur and Lek Win happy if your favorite child becomes a destroyer of people's households?" Nadia.

"Nadia, we don't intend to damage anyone's household. We just want you to give a little happiness that you've been feeling for Linda. Just a little, son," Lek Pur is still trying to find a gap from Nadia's kindness.

Nadia tried to temper her emotions. His hands clenched perfectly. Nadia turned her head towards Pak Baskoro, The man just kept his words. When Nadia turned to look at Miss Nastiti, the woman seemed to tell Nadia with her face, do not want to!

"No! I don't want to be combined. Besides, what happiness does Linda expect from our household, if the child we've been waiting for all this time and haven't had the chance to give birth to this world has she killed?" out was something that was squeezing his chest. Grinding actually Nadia said the sentence.

Nadia then lowered her head, the tears she had been holding back from earlier. Nadia recalled the pain she felt yesterday. He tried hard to erase and forget the incident, then forgive the perpetrator. Now they are asking for happiness. A little happiness they say. Don't they think how I feel? All they think about is their own desires. Be happy above the suffering of others. He wondered why Rasya could let him fight alone against these two selfless people?

"Kang, why did Kang Bas just stay quiet? Does Kang Bas have the heart to see Kang Bas's nephew depressed? Please help me persuade your daughter-in-law, Kang!" Lookie! They were indeed compact, truly heartless families. Why did they cry asking Nadia to forgive her daughter's mistakes?

"Pur, what you want to infiltrate is their household, Nadia and Rasya. So respect their decision. We should not interfere," said Pak Baskoro sage. "You should entertain and persuade Linda to open her heart to other young people and not damage people's households" he added.

Nadia glanced at her father-in-law. 'Alhamdulillah, father is the best. I'm with you, sir," her inner.

"Lack. Lek Win is also a woman, just like Nadia. What if Lek Win is in Nadia's position? Is Lek Win willing to marry Lek Pur a depressed girl because he likes her? It's not gonna be, is it?" cecar Nadia is still trying to express rejection.

"What's? You want to get married again, Mom? Not uleg so sambal your crush if you get married again without permission from me," threatened Lek Win squeezed Lek Pur hair. Lek Pur who was not ready to get a sudden attack from his wife complained of pain.

"Here, already, how come you are the ones who fuss anyway," Mr. Baskoro broke up with them. "It's late tonight, driving you home. We're still tired of letting us rest. You guys have no feelings. Already know we just came home from a long trip even fed by a heavy problem like this," he pushed.

"So I thought you just wanted to apologize. It is not known that you have ulterior intentions behind your apology, "attribute Mr. Baskoro.

"Nad, please think about it again! We don't want our only child to go crazy. Please, Nad," said Lek Pur still crying. You little man.

"Yes already if you insist, all Nadia leave it to Mas Rasya who wants to undergo. If Mas Rasya wants to marry Linda, I can back down, Lek, but if for polygamy it will not happen, Lek," concluded Nadia. Of course Nadia's cheeks got wet again when saying that. And his chest hurts.

"Pur, let my daughter-in-law rest. She miscarried because of your favorite child if you forget?" bengpak Pak Baskoro's.

Lek Pur and Lek Win finally came home. Nadia immediately left the living room. He hurried up to the second floor. In his heart he cursed and grumbled. Her husband left her alone struggling to maintain their household. While he himself was sleeping. Men are not responsible.

"Mas!" call Nadia as she opens the door.

But in their room there was no one. Where is Rasya?

"Mas Rasya!" Call Nadia again with a loud voice, but no word. He then approached the door that connected the room door with Rasya's work space, opening slowly. It turned out that the man who had been cursed many times sedan sitting in his work chair struggling with a laptop.

"Mas," Nadia approached, standing behind Rasya's seat. He put his arm around the man's neck and kissed his nape and hair.

"As much work, dear. It's the deadline tomorrow at 9 a.m. Don't talk about anything now yeah," the man pleaded without distracting himself from his laptop.

"Mas must be tired, Nanad pijitin for a while yes," Nadia sewn on the back as well as Rasya's head.

"Hemm is so good. It's really tired, but it has to be done tonight" Rasya said. "You ask for a massage with you, you yourself must also be very tired," he continued.

"Yes yes, Mas. Nanad is so sleepy" said Nadia.

"He slept there. Not a moment later, do not forget to clean your face yes," he said.

Nadia did not answer, she just waltzed leaving Rasya who was still struggling with his laptop. After Nadia leaves, Rasya closes his laptop. Rasya grabbed his own hair while cursing.

"Based on a bitch! Not shameless! Killed our son now to ruin our marriage."

Rasya cannot marry Linda. Nadia will definitely demand a divorce. How can he live without Nadia? All day long left the woman's way with her brothers alone, she felt lonely even though in her home many people. He could not part with Nadia for a second. Looks like Linda should be taught a lesson, not a Thematic lesson or anything else. A lesson that is not in school.

Rasya got up and stepped towards his room. He broke into the bathroom to wash his face and thoharoh. As she returned to the room, she saw Nadia sleeping on her back. Rasya laid his body. His eyes were staring at the ceiling, but his mind was staring far away.

Suddenly the tail of his eyes caught something shaking. Rasya looked to the side. "Darling, you haven't slept?"

There's no answer. Even the shock was increasingly visible with a sobbing. Rasya pulled Nadia's back to turn to face her. The woman now shed a cry on her chest. Rasya. He grabbed his back and he kissed his head repeatedly.

"I'm sorry. I promise you're the last wife. Please, no matter what happens to Mas, never leave Mas."

Nadia nodded, "This is Allah, Nanad promised. Nanad will not leave Mas Rasya" he said. Still sounds stuffy. "Mas," called.

"Yes, Honey?"

"Nanad kangen Mamak with Mimik" he said. They have not been to Nadia's hometown for a long time.

"Tomorrow noon finished the meeting between Mas yes," promised Rasya. Nadia just nodded.

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TB