When Love Comes And Goes
Episode 82

A few days passed, Mayang and Risya became more and more familiar. Similarly, Ratna who often helps Ambu make a webbing hateup. They are like a harmonious family, happy despite a simple life.

Their town tongue is now accustomed to the village food as it is. There is no junk food in the village, especially ready-to-eat food that if you want to just click the message button, then the food will arrive in front of the house.

"Ambu, where will the hatup be sold to?" ratna asked as time went on, the call for the woman changed.

"There will be a middleman who takes it home. Once every two weeks they come to take this hateup," replied Ambu while weaving kiray leaves wily.

Ratna mangosteen understood, at least she learned how to weave the leaves. The sound of laughter and chattering of the other two women in the back of the house added to the sense of happiness in their old hearts.

I don't want to go to town since I lived in the village. Cool atmosphere again beautiful, the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, also the animals of the night singing, he did not want to lose it all.

However, reality must bring him back, life in the city he left behind is waiting for him.

"Ambu. Later if Mayang same King already married, we live together in Jakarta, yes. I can't bear to leave Ambu alone here, while I live well in the city," Ratna said as sincerely as her heart.

Ambu was satisfied, in fact he was not able to live alone. In his old age, Ambu wanted to gather with his only son. He nodded in agreement, not wanting to worry Mayang as well as Ratna.

Ratna hugged Ambu, happy not to play because she rediscovered the figure of her life lost.

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Leaving those who were happy in the village, Amir stepped foot in his yard. His face was haggard, lethargic and luminous. His appearance which used to be always neat and perfect, now looks mediocre even a thin beard began to decorate his chin.

He collapsed on the porch seat, leaning on his tired body. Close your lazy eye, free to go back home. Instead of getting calm, it adds to the mind.

Knock the approaching step, he does not care about coming. Melina came out with her all-open appearance. The polished face of abnormal make-up, the strung hair covered the very exposed part of her back.

"Mass? Tumben at home early in the morning? Where have you been for three days?" smithy Melina pitched suspiciously.

She looked at the appearance of her husband, sneering in disgust for not being taken care of at all.

"How many days do you shower, Mom? It stinks, ", Melina said, shaking her hands in front of her face.

Amir clucked, without seeing his wife he went inside. For three days wandering, exploring various kinds of women, making him not like Melina.

"Mas!" call the woman in annoyance.

He stomped his feet after Amir entered the house. Crashing on the sofa while folding both hands. He no longer cared about Amir, even though he was divorced, Melina would not take issue with him.

In the bathroom, Amir looked at his reflection in the mirror, turning his face to the right and left that looked disgusting. He took a tool to clean the feathers growing on his chin. Tidying up the look to attract the women out there.

"I have the money, why think that's gone. Now, it's time to make yourself happy." He was praising himself.

Will no longer think of Melina who likes her own thing, will no longer think of a mother who always asks for money. He will only think of himself.

"Want to eat, sir?" ask the assistant who is tidying up the kitchen.

"Yes, Bi. Ready, yes," asked Amir as he pulled up a chair and sat down to prepare for a meal.

He ate voraciously, filling his stomach which the last few days was filled only by food outside, plus alcohol which now becomes opium if not downing it.

"Mas, you want to go again?" reprimand Melina who came over.

The woman glanced suspiciously at Amir's completely different appearance. Anxiety began to reach his heart, he sat a little slamming the body on the chair.

"Yes, I have business outside. You don't have to wait for me to come home, I don't know what to do either" Amir said without looking at his wife.

Melina widened, she approached and clung to Amir's body. He pleaded for the man to never play behind him.

"Mas, I want a vacation. We haven't been on vacation for a long time. All the second honeymoon" Melina's pinta whispered in Amir's ear.

He mischievously bit the man's earlobe, stopping Amir's hand movement that was about to feed the rice into the mouth. The man was provoked, closing his eyes withstanding any h*sr*t that suddenly peaked.

Melina smiled cynically, feeling that she had managed to melt Amir's heart. However, he gasped when the man slammed the spoon and quickly stood up from his seat.

"I have to go" he said, chugging water in class and leaving.

Melina snorted bitterly, looking at Amir sharply. He left the dining room and went back into his room. Hit the bed in annoyance, growling while clenching both hands.

The more days, the happier marriage she wanted the farther she felt. It's hard for him to achieve a dream marriage like most people want him to.

Leaving Melina with her turbulent feelings, in another big house, a girl was pecking in front of the mirror. Looking at her who looks a little lethargic for thinking of matchmaking that is not carried out according to her wishes.

He complained, it seemed like he had to give up on the love he was fighting for. After seeing for yourself how close Mayang is to the King's sister and also his mother, Rani feels hopeless herself.

"Maybe I should give up. True what Tsabit said, the more fighting the more my heart aches, but I do not want him to marry Mayang. I don't take it." Rani drops her head on the dresser, grieving all by herself.

Mayang's social media was filled with photos of their togetherness that Risya uploaded by marking himself. Every day always milling their pictures, making his heart heat up.

His mind wandered to Tsabit, the man who had once stopped in his heart before the King.

"Am I after Tsabit's love, huh?" he mumbled asking himself.

Tsabit is no worse than the King, he's an established young man with an undoubted steady job. Having a business in the culinary field that successfully penetrates the business world.

Rani smiles, starting to devise a new plan to pursue Tsabit's heart.