WHY LOVE
S2-Amblop What?

Bali

Anita had just finished accompanying Naura to sleep when her son's bedroom door was knocked. The child went to bed early at 7 WITA. Maybe because I was tired of playing on the beach this afternoon.

Apparently his housekeeper told him Jimmy was outside the gate. He had previously ordered all the employees at his house to ban Jimmy from entering.

"Bi, please bring the suitcase!"

Anita stood on the porch of the house staring at Jimmy who walked over accompanied by a bodyguard behind her who looked alert if her father Naura act.

"Nita, I'm sorry."

"Slowly." Anita looked at him flatly. "I've given you the chance to change. Not once. But repeatedly. And this time your behavior is very fatal," he said firmly.

Jimmy seemed to fold his lips. The woman in front of him now looks fierce no longer act succumbed like all this time.

"Replace, Nita. Give me one more chance." Jimmy stared with a glaring highlight.

"Oath! I'm gonna change."

Anita shakes.

"Oath to you like lalab. I'm tired of hearing that."

Anita hands the suitcase in front of the man who soon becomes her ex-husband.

"That's your stuff. From now on we live each other's lives. Go!"

Anita is about to enter the house but her hand is blocked by Jimmy. Snapping, the two bodyguards let go and restrained the struggling Jimmy.

"Bad. Off! She's my wife." Jimmy stared angrily at the two burly men of Nico's emissary who were blocking him.

"We'll be exes. No longer husband and wife." Anita said firmly.

"Alright if that's what you want. But you have to give me money! I have rights, Nita. All this time I was managing the hotel" cried Jimmy as the bodyguards pushed him back.

Anita smiled cynically. "Your word. I'm still kind enough not to put you in jail. You've corrupted the hotel fund."

"What right do you want?" Anita raised her intonation. "You should have turned back the 4 billion hotel funds you stole all this time! What are you using that money for?!" Shouted Anita releasing her anger.

And Jimmy didn't even bother. His lips tightly shut could no longer defend themselves.

Jimmy stepped in with a lunglai dragging a large suitcase out of the ethnic house that had made him reign like a king. But now had to duck away by being forced by the servants who are usually hesitant and afraid of him because it is always fierce. But now, he no longer had fangs.

"Basic doesn't know himself. Modal color only belagu. Rasain as a result."

"He uh. Now go home and bring kolor doang."

"Why didn't Mom Anita get rid of the parasite."

"Yes. Anita is too patient. So we're the gregs."

"Ah, if I were Jimmy sir, I would be grateful. Got a rich, beautiful wife, good. Hm, heaven dapet world."

Two housekeepers and housekeepers whisper as Jimmy exits the gate.

Anita stared at Jimmy's departure from the 2nd floor balcony. No crying accompanied. Looks like her tears have been drained all this time. He felt like he had just slipped out of the shackles. Relieved. Plus there are families who support it. He no longer feels alone.

The story of the marriage which had just entered its ninth year is now over. A new book, a new book, will begin. Slowly he would give Naura an understanding of this separation.

Anita stepped in as the night air grew colder piercing the skin. The day after tomorrow, it's time to go back to Jakarta.

The dark began to thicken

And we're no longer tied

The dark will lead to the sound

My love also evaporated

****

Jakarta

The afternoon that shaded the clear sky decorated with orange silhouette. Candra parked her car in front of a cake shop that looked crowded with shoppers, to pick Salma home. But he stopped going into the store because Salma was already standing outside the door, waiting for him. Usually he will relax first inside but the tumben his wife even took him directly into the car.

Although surprised, he was according to Salma's wishes. His forehead grew wrinkled to see his wife's face bent. As if there was a problem, he nodded.

"Neng, pouty. What's up?" He turned his head for a moment because the car had been driving slowly on a crowded highway.

Not the answer I got. Salma clicked and opened her eyes. Add a sign of ask now in his mind.

"Again PMS?" Candra guesses origin. According to what he read, the mood of women who again come moon likes to be sensitive. Ah, not everything. Salma has never been so. He drew his own conclusions in his heart. But what is this all of a sudden? There is no wind, there is no rain.

He will press the audio button so that the atmosphere in the car is more relaxed. Salma prevented it.

"Whisper, Bang." said Salma with a ketus.

He took a long breath. Patience. Maybe Salma again upset because there are consumers who are chatty store. Guess again in my heart.

"Why, baby? Any problems at the store? Let's confide in Brother." He rubbed Salma's hand as the car stopped at a red light.

Salma looked at him with a flat face. "Abang really don't know what's wrong?"

He tilted his body. Staring straight at his wife in surprise and head full of question marks.

"What's wrong, neng?"

"Is it because I didn't drive to the store this morning?"

"And you want to let Amanda sunbathe."

Tit tit tit tit.

"Not that."

"Then what?" He looks at.

Waiting for a while, Salma said nothing. Salma chose to look away at the side window glass.

"Why not turn?" Salma spontaneously looked at him in wonder.

"We'll solve the problem first."

"In the house there are Umi and Suci. You don't want them to see we have a problem."

Candra looked straight at the road in front of her and noticed that there might be a comfortable place to pull over the car. His head was still filled with question marks as to why Salma was so visibly annoyed at him.

Car pulled over on the broad shoulder of the road. The voice of the mosque toa was heard. Marking will soon be echoed adzan magrib.

He opened the safety belt to make it more flexible.

"Love, brother is the type of person who does not feel at home to save problems." His hand reached out to reach Salma's chin, who turned to look at the window. Now he's staring at each other. "Moreover the problem with bedfellows. Not very comfortable." He blinked his eyes, trying to melt Salma's cold face.

Salma breathed a rough sigh.

"I have done wrong with me." Salma said softly with eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Open only once. But many times."

"Times?!" Candra rounded her eyes.

"You've been fine all along and looking happy."

"What is a charade?"

"Why can you say that?"

"What's wrong? Say, neng!" He began to impatiently ask for an explanation because it affected the atmosphere. Until it involuntarily shook Salma's shoulder a little hard.

"Aw, sick Bang." Salma grimacing.

"sorry. I'm surprised about it." He lowered his hand from Salma's shoulder.

Candra notices Salma opening the bag stored on the left side.

"It!" Salma handed the brown envelope to her face.

"This what?" He gripped with doubt. Both of his eyebrows are linked together so full of wonder and confusion.

"That's proof. I haven't opened yet. I want my brother to open it. I'm afraid of fainting."

"Are you going to grumble again?" Salma pursed her lips. The fashion has not changed. Stay acidic.

Candra stared alternately, between the brown envelope and Salma. Then he looked at the envelope he was holding. Who would disturb the peace of his household. He's a loyal husband. Never had an affair. And never will. That's principle.

"Ish, Bang Candra. Even dumbly. Cepet open! I want to go to Malangbong!"

Salma's voice that was still upset made him realize from the analysis in his brain.

"Neng, don't make decisions when you're angry." He disagreed with Salma's last words. "Okay, Brother open up!"

A brown envelope the size of a kwarto was opened. His forehead shriveled. The envelope turned out to be another envelope.

"Bang, I'm deg degan. Let's not say it's a picture of Shur...." Salma closed her eyes not wanting to see the next envelope that was sealed shut.

"Darling, don't panic! Don't believe! My brother didn't feel like doing that. There must be people who don't like us." Candra pulls Salma's hand to see the contents of the envelope that will be opened.

"Astagfirefull!" He's getting upset. Feeling played. When it opened the envelope again. The third envelope is white.

Adhan magrib sounded earthy reverberate, calling Muslims to leave worldly affairs, momentarily prostrate to the Khalik.

.

.

.

.

Candra was stunned to see the contents of the third envelope. Then turned wide-eyed.

His eyes blinked in fear of misreading due to dim lighting. So stunned, he did not think to turn on the lights to be able to read clearly.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

...RSIA MOTHER AISHAH...

...Jl. xxxx Central Jakarta...

...PREGNANT CERTIFICATE...

...……………………...