Tone of Nara
Chapter 7 July the Actor (part 1)

What happened yesterday broke my heart. This morning, I couldn't even get out of bed. Since morning my mother and sisters-in-law have been back and forth to the room complete with scolding that adds to my headache. They were angry because there was no breakfast at the dinner table or looking for clothes that they would wear.

Argh!,

I don't want to care about any of that. I want to be alone and contemplate. Since I couldn't answer their questions either, I was why. I'd better shut up and drown myself in a blanket and

warm mattress.

This morning, I even came with a broom. Fortunately, he arrived on time and rebuked her. Paternity

even invited my mother into my room, checked my temperature and asked me how I was doing. I said I'm a little unwell. But when my father told my mother to take me to the doctor, I tried to refuse. Yes, besides the battery is not physically sick, I am sure it will not be nice to go with the mother whose face has been folded twelve. Dad finally understood and told me to rest. He also had his wife prepare food and not bother me this day. I told him that today dipun will not go home, so there is no need to prepare dinner for him. But I have to prepare food for the sick.  Mother, upset by her defeat, did not manage to get me up, looked at me with annoyance behind my father. He finally caught up with the kayah eluar after whispering to me so as not to be spoiled. He and my two sisters

I'm going to leave until tonight, so I have to prepare food for myself or not eat. The morning calmed down again after my father, mother and sisters-in-law went off to work, leaving me alone at home with my tears until I fell asleep..

The needle showed me at nine o'clock when I woke up in a state of extreme hunger. I haven't eaten since yesterday. The plan to eat with Pradipta failed until I came home devastated and did not eat. I didn't eat breakfast this morning either. No wonder I was hungry.  Although the desire to cry and drown myself under the blanket was strong, but the power of the dragon in my stomach was much stronger. I surrendered. After all, if I die for eight, will Pradipta cry for me? Doesn't that also mean Pradipta will be a widower and Juli is free to marry him? OH, No!! I can't be like this. I can't give up. I have to survive the attack of the actor. For that, I need to be strong. To be strong I must eat. Food is my best friend.

I got up to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I didn't see a single meal at the table. Just a dirty plate of old breakfast glasses strewn across the table and a dirty frying pan in a very messy laundry place. All right, I'll make some good food for myself, my inner self. After cleaning the dinner table, I immediately made Spaghetti carbonara with a lot of ground meat and cheese, my favorite. A glass of warm milk and a piece of cheese cake managed to restore my strength.

I calmed down and thought clearly. I cleaned up the kitchen and sat in the televidsi room with the device in my hand. The phone I haven't touched since yesterday, after I was silent in the Pradipta apartment closet.  I saw some miscalls and messages from Sandra asking me where and how I was. She's worried about me. There was a message from my mother asking about my situation. First, I answered my mom's message. I told you I was okay. I told you my phone was silent and

forgot to turn on, so no message from mama. Then I called Sandra. It feels better to talk directly to him than to type out long, troublesome answers.

 “Halo, Good morning san,”

“Heh, you... Why did it disappear from last night? You why? You're okay, right?”  sanda asked in succession, ignoring my greetings. Ishhh, sucks!

“Tsk, habit, instead of hello and say hello deh nyrocos directly,” protest me irritated.

“Oh yes, morning. How trus? Have you met Pradipta? What say? What reason? You are not

why is he the same?”

“Huftttt, should I answer all yes?” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Well this kid..Have hunted the story,” I heard Sandra's impatient voice.

“San, don't tell anything to Mama,” I said slowly. I could not hide the shakes of grief that struck my chest, tipping into my voice.. “I don't want sad mama Sand.”

“Hah? Meanin? Oh yes .. ngerti. I didn't tell my mom. Now you tell me all,” says

Sandra.  He's a freak. Hehehe but he was great, without me explaining at length, he always understood what I was thinking. I suspect he's some kind of psychic for my head. Ah I'm so thirsty to think about telling Sandra everything yesterday. I should be able to tell without hysterics. I should be able to say everything clearly. All right, I need some cold water for my throat.

“Basic of strange children. Wait for me to grab a drink,” I said as I headed for the kitchen. After sipping out my drink, I told him everything that happened yesterday quietly. Erratum! Not in peace. But full of hysterical screams. Wasn't it! Not me! But an angry and hysterical scream from my dear friend, Sandra. I don't know where he is, so it could be that big. I hope he's not in a public place that makes people think my best friend is crazy. I don't want you to bother picking up Sandra who was herded to the police station or worse to a mental hospital, right?.

“Sandra... budeg my skin heard your screams! Already deh!” I said annoyed, stopping her hysterical screams. Some of the zoo's residents have even been called. Whether I come or not I don't know.

“Huft yes sorry emotion Tone. How anyway? When do you want a divorce from Pradipta?” sandra said finally after

I heard my voice and was silent for a moment. I have the sound of the glass there. One thing that made me fall into a state of shock at Sandra's words. His mouth was wide open and my eyes were wide open.

“A.. e... what is San? Divorce?” I said stammering with my chest pounding. Divorced and parted with the only man who wanted to see me, wanted to touch me even though rudely, willing to marry me even though Sandra said unnatural? Parting with my first love? .

“Iya divorce. After the betrayal of Pradipta, after all the treatment of your father-in-law and sister-in-law, then you still

“Yes but you don't have to divorce San. I want to defend my household. I can be more patient. I will be a better wife and proud for Mas Pradipta, san. Mas Pradipta is looking for another woman because of my fault. I don't deserve to be next to him, he's embarrassed because I'm fat. I was too bad for him. I haven't

could be a good wife to her. Even I was too stupid in bed, unlike that woman,” I said with a great sense of guilt on my face. Yes I realize, my mother and my two half-brothers were right. I with my big body is wrong, embarrassing mas Pradipta. I can't serve a husband like Juli pleases Pradipta. I was wrong if Mas Pradipta was looking for another woman to fulfill his needs, because I failed to be a good wife for him.

“You are not wrong Tone!Never blame yourself if Pradipta cheats. Already, now

talk to Pradipta. Call him and ask him what he wants. If necessary, divorce him. I have a guest waiting for Nad, I will call again yes,” closed Sandra.

I reflected on everything that happened. Yeah, maybe I should call Pradipta. It was my fault yesterday

come without calling first. I looked at Gawaiku and started dialing my husband's number. But even though I tried repeatedly, none of them were connected. The result was always the same, my husband's number could not be reached at all.

Ah, stupid! Why am I so stupid. Not that Pradipta mas has moved to Jakarta. The number I'm calling is Singapore. He certainly doesn't use it anymore. But what is the number? Argh, I don't know! How do I contact him?

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I reopened the file from detective friend Sandra.Kemarin because I was happy and wanted to see Pradipta I did not read it until it was finished. It turns out that it was said that now my husband has a relationship with a famous singer named Juli. Oh yeah, right, her name's Juli.

Soon I find out about Juli cheating on my husband. My eyes widened as so much information and images of this woman appeared on the internet. Yes, it was the woman who was with Pradipta yesterday. An artist who is on the rise and many become famous product models.

I'm trying to find a connection between Juli and Pradipta. Not much different from Juli, the information about my husband is a lot, we already know yesterday right. Although there are photos of the togetherness of July and Pradipta, but all are photos of their togetherness professionally, to advertise the products handled by LC, both in Asia and Indonesia. Apparently July has been a flagship artist LC since a long time.

I started reading about Juli's romance life. There is no gossip of July's proximity to Pradipta even with anyone. But there was one news that emerged 6 months ago about the secret man July caught on camera at Singapore's Changi Airport. In the news, it is not mentioned

the name, and the faces of the two are not very clear, I am very sure, the photo is a photo of Pradipta and Juli.

I feel tight on the chest. I looked at Juli's photo in silence. I began to compare myself to women who looked graceful, beautiful and could definitely make men feel proud to walk with her. Even Juli was so much prettier and more elegant than the woman on the bus when I was on it. My husband also thought

the same? The ringing sound of the phone in my hand shocked me and returned me to consciousness. I saw Sandra's name pop up there.

“Halo Nad, you are no longer busy right?” sandra's voice at the other end was like a rush. I breathe trying to calm down. I don't want to make anyone worry about me anymore. I don't want to make anyone sad because of me. Let me alone endure all this pain.

“Ngak San's. Mother and sister didn't seem to be coming home today. I also went to Bandung. Why?” I was a little surprised by his tone. It seems my friend is confused.

“This is Nad, yesterday there was a client who wanted to use the place we made the show. Well this afternoon I promised him at 1 o'clock to sign the contract. It's 11, Nad and I can't leave because there's a problem here that I have to deal with. Mama is also handling guests who cannot be left behind. Timed

mepet, meanwhile our client only has time this afternoon.  You may not meet him and ask

his signature? You just sign it, papa. Kan you are also one of the directors even though you never work and eat blind salary,” said Sandra while giggling, annoying.

“Lah, who could enter my name as director try. I also never receive a salary, sometimes I ask hehehe. But okay, just e-mail the contract later I print here. I take a shower and get ready now. WA I'm the location of the restaurant where he met ya,” I said steadily. Alright. Maybe by busy myself I can take my mind for a moment from the problem that makes me short of breath.  I immediately got ready and prepared the contract in Sandra's email. The location of the meeting turned out to be in Grand Indonesia,

huft, okay. Spirit Tone!

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After meeting with a client who turned out to be in a hurry, came just for the signature without asking much, I decided for a moment to enjoy the coffee in front of me. Since the incident on the bus at that time, Sandra forced me to have a secret account that was periodically filled in so that I could use it for my personal needs. Including buying coffee at the cafe as it is today. I didn't want to accept it, because other than that I didn't feel needed, I didn't feel entitled to enjoy the hard work of Mama and Sandra. I spread my eyes across the restaurant. My gaze wafts at a woman who is busy examining the pile of papers in her hands.

“July,” I said slowly mentioning the woman's name.