
Holidays are days that everyone is looking forward to, including Eril who always wants to spend time with his son and wife at home, or just a walk in the complex to fill the void.
As of this moment, the man had just run around the morning with Cakra and Liam around the complex. Sweat has been pouring out on each other's bodies as it goes around several times. Eril lowered his head after arriving in front of his house as well as Cakra's house.
"Happy holiday sir" said Eril.
"Hm" muttered Cakra.
"The drug om Eyil, Liam will go to the house om Eyil," said Liam. The 4-year-old boy waved his hand at Eril before entering the high fence with the papa.
Eril returned Liam's wishes before finally entering the grounds of his own house. The man rubbed his forehead with a towel to dry the sweat that kept falling without asking. Instead of calling Rahma to get some drinking water. He walked into the kitchen alone and sat at the pantry table enjoying a bottle of drinking water.
Only then did Eril go to the room to meet his wife and child who had not come out of the room, even though the clock has shown the number 7 in the morning. He smiled seeing his three favorite people busy themselves.
"Darling, you guys aren't done yet? Shouldn't we have breakfast first?" ask Eril who walked over to Rahma. Cheeked his wife when the woman was busy undressing Arhan who kept smiling.
"Break breakfast first with Arumi, I happen to have made chicken porridge" said Rahma.
"You?"
"I'll hang Arhan for a while, then bathe him."
"All right." Eril turned to take Arumi who had been in bed and played alone. The man immediately held the worried toddler, then took him to the kitchen to be fed.
Eril took the baby chair next to the refrigerator, then sat Arumi there and put the apron so as not to move when Eril took care of something.
"It's beautiful to sit down first, Om take porridge for Rumi," said Eril.
"Yey aunt's chicken porridge is done!" eril exclaimed as he floated the bowl like a plane preparing to land. The action made Arumi strangled in excitement.
"Without being given the cue, Arumi immediately took the spoon on the small table, then moved and tried to reach the chicken porridge in the bowl, which was then moved, while Eril just silently watched because he wanted to train Arumi to eat by himself.
"Eat the voracious, dear," said Eril rubbed Arumi's wavy hair like yellowish orange noodles.
Elsewhere, in the room. Rahma is still busy with baby Arhan. Both of them sit on the balcony and sunbathe before bathing, especially the sun early in the morning like this right about their room. Throughout the sunbathing, Rahma occasionally circulated her views on the surrounding environment. Either he saw Liora, Cakra and Liam who were chasing in the courtyard of the house, or the inhabitants of the complex who were passing along with their small exit.
Rahma's gaze stopped on the man who was standing quite far from the area where she lived. Although quite far away, she could still recognize that the one standing there was the man who used to be almost her husband.
"Wilda?" murmured Rahma, coinciding with a flat object lying on the table, vibrating. The woman immediately answered a call from Wildan.
"What's up, Mas Wildan called me and stood there?" asked Rahma innocently.
"I want to talk about something very important about Eril, but I can't get into your house because Eril won't allow it" Wildan said across the phone.
"Mas Wildan wants to talk about what? You can talk over the phone. Meeting the two is not good for us, especially I am married," Rahma subtly refused.
"It's not that you want to destroy your household, but yesterday I overheard the talk of Eril and Mr. Zayn, your son's biological father. They worked together to take Arhan from your side Rahma. Eril doesn't want Arhan in your life, he wants to leave it to Zayn without your knowledge."
"Lied." Rahma shook her head. "Mas Eril will not do such a lowly thing, he loves me and my son very much" elak Rahma with a heart suddenly beat fast.
"It's precisely he did that to take your trust completely." Wildan had a wry smile across the phone. The man hopes that his plan this time succeeds to pit them, especially Rahma is the type of woman who, if she has a problem, will harbour her own instead of telling people around her.