
The breeze breezes in the afternoon, equipped with sky paintings decorated with twilight vines accompany Dara's journey to spur Vespanya around the complex.
Dara sighed heavily as her chest grew increasingly tight. Occasionally his hand wiped away the clear crystal that had been told not to blur his vision.
Shadows of laughter and joking jest while riding the bike he was driving in the past, making his longing for Arif and Almira more and more.
Two people who first appreciate and view him as an equal human being, a human who has the right to have a family and also the right to be happy.
Should he go from the side of the Hero because it is inappropriate according to his mother-in-law? And also about his baby should he give for proof of his love?
All the words of Ratih were like a sword that was slain directly in his heart. Ratih told her to forcibly give up her baby was tantamount to killing herself indirectly.
If he had to leave from the side of the Hero, should he leave now? At least he does not have to part with his baby and part of the man he loves most still remains with him.
Without realizing it, Dara drove his motorcycle out of the complex and increasingly away from the elite residential area. His mind and heart are afraid to raging, making Dara bring Vespanya indeterminate direction.
*****
Thirty minutes passed. Dara's not back yet. Ms. Rina and Mr. Jono have been waiting at the security guard post with anxious hopes while continuing to glance at the dnding clock hanging on the wall. Every now and then Bu Rina bows her head out through the window of the post, hoping that her young mistress appears immediately.
The sun has begun to prepare to move to the contest, replaced by the night that began to creep on the horizon. Time continued to roll, but her young mistress was still not seen her appearance made Bu Rina even more worried and her face began to pale deathly.
Black sports car driven by Wira just arrived in front of the gate of his house. The security guard immediately opened the high fence allowing his master to enter. The hero got out of his car and Bu Rina rushed over.
"Sir.. If later you punish I will accept. This all happened because of my incompetence and carelessness that could not prevent Mrs Dara." Bu Rina said with an unusually agitated look on her face.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with Dara?" Wira was surprised because Miss Rina was never seen until this golden.
"And also, madam, the mistress looks very sad," continued Bu Rina back.
"Sir Jono, did something happen when I picked Dara up at college?" The hero begins to be wracked by the worries that crawl over him.
"No Sir. It's just that the whole way home madam looks moody."
The cell phone in the pocket of the Wira's pants is ringing interrupting. He immediately raised the call because the number on the screen was from his man.
"Sir, I would like to report. I've been following your wife since and now she's driving out of town. Do I have to stop it or just follow it?"
"What's? out of town!" The woman was shocked and then grabbed her hair in frustration.
"Don't cut his way off suddenly worrying that it would surprise my wife. She was pregnant young, I was afraid something might happen. For now follow along, lest you lose track. Keep monitoring and send me the location right now. Was there nothing suspicious all day?" ask the hero in the midst of his panic.
"There was nothing strange, sir. Everything looks calm. I was watching from off campus all day, it's just that your mother was seen visiting the campus."
"My mom to Dara's college? why don't you report this to me!" snapped Wira screaming.
"Ma-sorry Sir. I don't think it's important because it's just your Mom" said the man across the street.
Wira massaged her temple with her eyes closed, it is not one of her men because she forgot not to tell her that her mother was also included in the list that could threaten Dara.
Surely his mother did something to Dara, so his wife suddenly became like this.
"Submit the location immediately! I'll catch up right now" he ordered.