A Different Heaven

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"Mas calm, Mas, may hape Kak Rena dead in the street," the mustrad-hooded woman rubbed her husband's back.

"Where can Mas calm down Cel, while Mas's wife doesn't know how she is!" angga's voice was a little loud.

Celin stroked her stomach in shock at her husband's unusual tone of voice. The woman chose to remain silent because she did not want to increase her husband's panic.

"From the last moment he called Mas. Renata should have gotten here no later than an hour ago," said Angga, slowly realizing the wife had turned silent.

"Try calling again now?" ask the pregnant woman.

"Hundreds of times Cel! the phone is not active!" exclaim Angga again ignited anger due to panic.

Angga's mind was really upset, his head could not think clearly. It's never this sweet about Renata's situation. He did not want to be prejudiced but his heart was still not calm. It was as if a bad feeling was trying to shadow him. His wife always told him wherever he was going.

"Mas has to go after Rena!" the man stood up to step.

"Wait for Me." The delicate hand held the sturdy arm that passed through it. "There are many people and families who come to this celebration." Celin ventured to wake her husband so as not to be rash, left him. Celin is also worried about her brother's condition, but she believes that her husband's first wife is fine.

Angga touched both of his wife's shoulders. Stare at the mother of the prospective child was clingy. "Cel, the most important thing is a prayer for the safety of our child. Whether or not there is no problem. After all there is a mother, Mbak Riri who will accompany you."

"But Mas ..." the woman was still trying to prevent Angga's wishes, even though she knew it wouldn't change her husband's decision.

"Cel, Mas will not be able to calm down before hearing the news or meeting with Renata. It's okay for a while you were accompanied by the same mother," exclaimed Angga

Celin's heart feels like it's squeezed, it feels free it prevents her husband from leaving. There is no reason whatsoever to stop her husband if it concerns the interests of a Renata.

"Just mind Mas," said Celin resigned while stroking his distended stomach. It was enough that he realized he was no more important than his mad brother. He tried to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

Can't her husband stay here for once until the show's over! Not for her sake but for her son.

Celin felt something warm hit the surface of his forehead. Warm and long kiss from her husband.

"Thank you for understanding. I won't forgive myself if anything happens to Renata."

"What's the matter here." Ms. Sinta suddenly appeared from behind the door of the room.the middle-aged woman approached the child and her daughter-in-law.

"Let's go ahead everyone's looking for you." Ms. Sinta was holding her daughter-in-law's arm.

"Where are you going?" exclaims Bu Sinta wonder.

"I want to follow Rena!" exclamation Angga.

"Rena must still be on the way. Later also arrived," exclaimed Bu Sinta.

"But it's almost two hours Ma'am," Angga still doesn't stop being hit by panic.

"Geez, how long have you been Rena's husband. I don't know, Rena must have stopped by to buy something for us. Rena's poultice mother is like what," said Bu Sinta trying to calm down.

"But it's different ma'am, Rena can't be contacted at all from her entering the toll gate! You won't be able to calm down before you see Rena in person!" Angga stepped back towards the door.

"Well, what about our guests and Celin?" sinta's mother tried to prevent her son.

"Please this time it's Celin Bu, Angga must meet with Rena."

"It's okay, ma'am, after all the event is also about to be finished," cried Celin, he knew that he would not be able to prevent the departure of her husband.

Angga kissed the back of his mother's hand and left. The two women could no longer hinder Angga's departure.

Celin stroked her stomach, trying to calm her kicking baby as if she did not accept the decision of the father. Patience son, maybe after you are born father will definitely give more attention.

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