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Silently Loving Your Ex Husband

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Chapter 1 Insiden Enter Got

The next week Marisa gets an annual leave from the company where she works which she just took this year. Marisa has no vacation plans. However, due to the insistence of her sister, Marqisa who invited her for a vacation, Marisa finally filled her break with a vacation to a beach in West Java, namely Pangandaran Beach.

Marisa and Marqisa decided to leave by boarding a travel service that can take her to the destination. With permission from both her parents, Marisa and Marqisa finally leave.

"We went on holiday first, yes, Mom, sir. Assalamualaikum," both sides are compact.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you are careful there, may you be safe on the way," said Ms. Mariam as she waved her hand in the accompaniment of Mr. Maryana who also waved for her two daughters.

The journey to Pangandaran beach is quite long, about approximately 7.5 hours. All of that is traversed by travel with various obstacles, namely jammed and queued when on the toll.

"Finally up, after a long journey" muttered Marqisa, slamming her body on a middle-class hotel mattress. His face up to the ceiling of the hotel enjoying the cool air-conditioned room.

"Come, let's enjoy the welcome drink from the hotel, brother is thirsty," take Marisa a few minutes ago when one of the hotel waiters delivered two drinks to the room occupied by Marisa and Marqisa.

"Well, fresh," said Marqisa, holding the cup over her mouth. Marina shook her head with the silly behavior of the sister who spent her drink until the toilet so that it was ridden in her mouth.

"Come, before we take a walk on the beach, we better take a shower first. Then after that we have lunch," said Marisa took her sister to take a shower before a walk.

"Asikkk, walk! Once someone caught up, yes, sister, duren," Marqisa chuckled with a laugh.

"Ihhh, what the hell is Qis, you want to dance a widower here? We're having fun again not looking for a widower. You're a widower, aren't you?" sergeant Marisa to Marqisa who he thought was speaking carelessly.

"The young are not for me, brother. But for the widow's five-year-old brother, ehehehehe," he threw himself into the bathroom of the hotel for fear of being crushed by a pillow by the older brother.

"Huhhhh, Marqisa, I am a five-year-old widow, mocked. Watch out, yes, know the taste later," he was annoyed to see his sister running towards the bathroom.

After the two of them took a bath and dressed up as simple city girls, they both immediately exited the hotel room and locked the hotel door with a card.

They walked together, Marisa was in front while receiving a phone call from her mother. While Marqisa was behind him while her eyes were clearly enjoying the atmosphere of the hotel hallway. For a moment Marqisa was stunned as her eyes were fixed on hotel room number 109. From that door came an adult man who, as he was known, was with a little boy about five years old.

"Mas Raka, it looks like it's Mas Raka. Ah, that's right Mas Raka." Marqisa guessed while observing the adult man who had just come out of the hotel room of the tourist spot. Marqisa believes the little boy with her is the son of the man she calls Mas Raka, her former sister-in-law five years ago.

"Mas Raka must have been on a vacation to this beach with his wife. Well, it's bad that Sister Marisa found out and met Mas Raka. The cold war address will start again."

"Qisa, hurry dong, catfish terribly!" Marisa reminded her sister who was still stunned to observe the adult man she saw earlier. Marqisa ran a little towards her older sister.

On the beach, they both enjoyed it. Chasing like ABG and playing sand. Sometimes the waves of the beach are pursued by Marqisa with her distinctive coquettish laughter.

"Sister Risa, my photo, yes, if the waves have been installed. Take a picture of him when I jump, yeah." Marqisa gave direction to her brother like the Photographer. Marisa just nodded slowly, forced to follow her sister.

"Come, brother, we take a photo together, ask for help from the coffee seller's mother," he pointed to a mother-mother coffee seller on the beach. Marisa agrees and tries to ask the coffee seller's mother for help.

"Snap, snap." They managed to take some photos by the mother of the beach coffee seller.

"Thank you, yes, ma'am" said Marisa while looking at the shots of the coffee seller's mother. Marisa seemed to smile when she saw the results of the photo of the mother, she was amazed by the good results of the photo.

"Well, that's great, brother. It turns out that the mother of the coffee seller was good at taking pictures that fit, huh? The result is beautiful too." Marqisa praised the shots of the coffee maker's mother. Marisa was also very satisfied with the results of the mother's shots.

"Come, brother, let's go to the hotel room, I want to boker." Suddenly Marqisa complains about shitting.

"Here alone, even kebelet if you have to go to the hotel first. Come, hurry. It's in front of the toilet, you're there, the boker," Marisa said to a signpost. Marisa did not argue, she immediately rushed towards the toilet.

Because he was bored, Marisa who had to wait for the long brother, prank he took a walk to the park around the hotel where they were staying. The garden at this hotel is dominated by almost 90% flowering plants, in addition to fragrant and beautiful Marisa is very fond of the flowers. There are Dahlia and Zinitia flowers and others.

     When Marisa is about to step towards the Dahlia flower, suddenly a little girl runs after a balloon that flies and falls into a one meter tall got.

     Unfortunately, the little girl's feet fell and fell into the cave. So that the danger is inevitable.Marisa of course shocked and reflex ran towards the little girl fell. Then the sound of the screams of the beautiful boy and the screams of Marisa were both alarming.

"Awwww," the boy screamed.

"Awasss," cried Marisa in shock as she ran towards the child who had fallen into the got one meter deep. It is worth falling, the width of the got is only as wide as one meter, so it is difficult if you have to step over small legs and still short as a child.

     For a moment Marisa thought to herself, "Where are these little girl's parents? They don't watch their kids play."

"Little sister, let's help. Big sister just carry, yes, because it looks like your leg is hurting," Marisa reached out her hand. The little boy could only nod while grimacing.

Marisa held the little boy, then prepared to climb the one meter tall got. Not to forget the balloon that the child was chasing was raised as well. Because there was no grip that could help him hold on, Marisa finally decided to put the little boy first on the ground beside the balloon earlier.

"Come, you sit here first, you have to raise your legs to get to the surface of this land" he said. As Marisa was about to ascend, suddenly a hand reached out for her help. Who her?

Chapter 2 Highlight The Sharp Eye That

Marisa received the man's helping hand, a firm and sturdy hand, with stretched veins. Marisa concluded it was the hands of a building porters who worked on projects around the hotel. However, strangely Marisa had not seen the construction of a project around the hotel where she was staying.

     Now Marisa's body is above ground level. Before looking up and thanking her, Marisa intended to grab the body of the beautiful little boy just now to hold her. However, Marisa quickly lost to someone who had stretched out her hand. Marisa immediately turned her head and was about to say thank you while asking whose child it was.

     "Thank you very much for the outstretched hand," said Marisa to the athletic and tall man who had now turned her back by holding the little boy in his left hand. And a balloon that had fallen, in his right hand.

     "Together, I also thank you very much, because you have saved my son from being shot" he replied as he slowly turned his body back, with his eyes still focused on the balloon.

     Just as Marisa's eyes saw the man's face, Marisa was stunned and her legs retreated a few inches. Marisa knew that handsome face, with a shady look in her eyes. But when the man also stared at Marisa's face clearly, suddenly the look in the shady eyes turned sharp and firm.

     The man who was about 10 years older with Marisa was staring with shocked eyes, then turned sharp, for some reason.

     "Mas Raka!" she was shocked but weakened, I don't know what Marisa felt at that moment. Quickly Marisa lowered her eyes to the ground, unable to look at the glare of the eyes anymore. What happened to Marisa, did she know the jutex guy or was there anything more terrifying?

     "Father, that aunt helped me. Thank you pretty aunt," she said clearly, intending to lean her body towards Marisa and to reach for Marisa. But the man named Raka prevented and pulled the little boy's body into his lap.

     "Come, we're back. That's why you don't be naughty, honey. If watched Papa was not running, would Papa be soak," he advised while turning the body.

     "Mas Raka," call Marisa turn heartily. But the handsome 35-year-old man continued walking without looking back. The meeting with the handsome, muscular and athletic man reminded Marisa of the events of five years ago when she was still holding the title of a wife.

     Marisa's young age at that time, which was 19 years, made the betrothed household run aground. Marisa became a young widow at exactly 20 years old, after a year of wading through a household that was not at all happy and far from harmonious.

     In addition to the 10-year age difference, Marisa's immature and still very unstable attitude makes her lose her responsibilities as a wife. Marisa at that time still likes to gather with her friends and watch, so forget the obligation as an attack on the wife.

     Marisa's rebellion began when she was forced to be betrothed to Raka, a man far from her type. Marisa did not like the old man above her at that time, she liked men who were not much different in age. That was the reason at the time.

     The household only lasted one year, after Raka felt gave up on fighting for Marisa who like ABG who likes to gather and never carry out her obligations as a wife.

      "Papaaa, wait for the aunt. I want to go back with the aunt," his whining makes Marisa jerked when remembering the destruction of her household with Raka five years ago. She's Raka, her ex-husband who was ignored and wasted.

     Marisa sees the little girl wanting to get to her, but Raka forces her back into the hotel. Raka's hasty steps make Marisa's heart sliced, because events in her past seemed to be imagined and skinned again. She was not a good wife at the time and Marisa admitted it.

     "Beautiful that little girl, it looks like Mas Raka's mother or wife who is now very beautiful and kind. Her son is also very kind and kind, "praise Marisa silently but with a slashed heart. Suddenly a regret approached her, after five years of being a young widow, Marisa has not been terbesit at all want to build a household again. But now she is reunited with her ex-husband in different circumstances. Her ex-husband has married a very nice and beautiful woman of course.

     With a heavy and tight breath now heard, Marisa is reflected back in the past and a sharp look full of anger that has just been directed at her from her ex-husband Raka.

     "I'm sorry Mas Raka, if my past is not happy with me, may her present household be happy and forever" Marisa prayed sincerely in her heart.

     "Sister Risa, what's the buzz here? Pantesan I look everywhere is not there, apparently dumb here. What's the matter, brother here? Not a big deal, is it?" wonder Marqisa who was saying boker to Marisa.

     Marisa suddenly held her chest, her heart seemed to want to be dislodged because of Marqisa's surprise. "Ohhhh, what the fuck, you're Qis, just ngagetin brother?" marisa Pias protest was so shocked. Though earlier he was daydreaming about the past when married to Raka who failed.

     "Come, we continue our adventure, brother. We go to the beach over there, while I want to drink some coconut water in the shop. Thirsty," he asked as he walked first. Marisa followed Marqisa behind her with a shunt.

     "O Allah, the snail is very Kak way, come dong, the same time the mothers who run here run away with their partners," komplen Marqisa again compared Marisa with mothers on the beach there with her partner. Marisa turned her lips to displeasure, because since then her sister was just nagging.

     "Look, look, sister, it's right there's a bule, who knows now Kak Risa likes the same interlocal. Wuihhhh saucy again," said Marqisa pointing her finger at two Caucasians enjoying the sunset.

     "Qisa, what the hell, the big brother came here not to find a mate, but looking for entertainment to unwind because of work. Brother is not interested so much especially interlocal. It's a cell phone, there's local and interlocal, "Sergah Marisa doesn't like her brother who hoby matchmaking is not clear.

    "Sister Risa awassss," recalls Marqisa when a beach ball belonging to the children hit it and hit it right on her calf. Marisa grimaced as the beach ball seemed to be thrown very hard by someone.

     Marisa lowered her head and grabbed the beach ball and then stood to see who was about to play beach ball that hit it.

     "Tanteee, that's my ball" a young boy shouted as he raised his hand to ask for the beach ball Marisa picked up.

      "Mas Raka and the little boy again" he whispered in shock, for a moment Marisa was stunned.