A Friend from Malaysia

Bonchap 3

"Brach! Victor! Stopit! Are you two doing this!" sonia screams as the two men fight each other to smack in front of her.

Victor misunderstands Ilham and Sonia together at the airport, while Ilham is also irritated by Victor's accusations against him. While hitting each other and seqrang each other, the two were endlessly cursing each other, issuing their respective hatreds.

"You're kenape mad? You are a pondan, right? If you really love Sonia, kenape, you don't ask her to be nice to saye? Hmm?" the word Ilham still while doing the struggle with Victor.

"You think a little, don't look stupid at all. You think that sangke looks happy to, ask the wife of the man on her husband?" reply Victor, still struggling with Inspiration.

"That's what I mean, you're a bond! You thought up there, afraid to ask Sonia to saye, but you dared to hook her behind me until she was pregnant, you are indeed a bastard!" maki Ilham as he floated once again his punch at Victor.

"Brach! Victor! Stopit! Stop this commotion, please!!!" Sonia with the help of her crutches tried to separate Ilham and Victor.

But the power of Sonia who is only a woman coupled with her condition will be difficult to fight the two men until finally she fell because she wanted to be a mediator.

"Switch ...." Sonia complained when she crashed and fell on the airport floor.

Some airport visitors reflexively try to help him. Among them there were also those who tried to summon guards to break up the fight between Victor and Ilham, as the two men seemed unwilling to budge each other.

Each of the two men had a personal grudge against his opponent. Victor still does not end up thinking that Sonia he once loved is still with Inspiration that he knows very well does not love Sonia at all plus see how sad the condition of the woman is now. Moreover, Sonia still defended Inspiration desperately. Plus his love that clapped one hand at Yola, because he had not had time to approach the woman, uh Yola had decided to refer back to Ilham.

On the other hand, Ilham was not only upset with Victor who was looking for trouble with him. He still clearly remembers in the past, when Sonia was still his wife, he once told her that he was pregnant. It was obvious that Ilham was vehement, he had never touched Sonia at all, but the woman claimed to have been pregnant, wasn't that outrageous?

*Flashback On*

"You don't joke Sonia! Kite never does that, how can you conceive?" said cynical.

Sonia fell silent, making Ilham snort violently.

"You're playing hard (cheating) behind my back, hmm?"

Sonia was silent.

"Getcab!!" shouts Inspiration.

"Even so you must be angry, Inspiration?" challenge Sonia. "You're jealous of?"

Sonia then approached Ilham and stroked Ilham's smooth cheeks without being overgrown with the sideburns.

Inspiration brushed off Sonia's rough hands.

"I'm not jealous. I just don't think you should do this. Sonia, you who want this marriage, you should keep the dignity and dignity of the family kite in front of the public. You play hard behind me, and you're pregnant like this, I'm responsible again? Ckckck ... You don't have any shame?" reply Inspirational rough.

The words of Inspiration hurt Sonia.

"From the beginning you knew what would happen if this marriage continued, but you still forced yourself to do this, and now you are doing this. That's a ready child, Sonia?" ask Inspiration with hunting breath holding anger.

He was not jealous of the man who had touched his wife on this paper, but the heartache of them ignoring his pride made him angry at her.

"If you knew it would be like ape? You want to get angry? Ohh ... Before you get angry, how about you look at yourself, how did you treat me all this time? You are the same!" sonia Tudding.

Ilham chuckled at hearing it.

"Just like? Same from where? As long as I'm married to you even if I don't love, I don't want to play hard with any woman. I still keep the good name of kite, and family kite. The same ape?"

Sonia smiled bitterly.

"Rubber, that's exactly what you said. You don't play hard with any woman, but it's not because you want to keep this kite married. But because you want to keep your love for Yola, don't you?" tudge Sonia again.

Ilham breathed a heavy sigh. Ah, just hearing that name alone, made his heart tremble violently. Yola ....

Ilham nodded.

"Yes, you're right. That's why I told you, Sonia. If this marriage tortures you so much, rather than you doing this kind of hard work, making me a lot of sins, you're a lot of sins too, we'd better be ...."

"Stop! Don't you go on, Inspiration! I don't want to divorce you! Until when the kite will be together in this marriage," sidelines Sonia fast.

"Finally, you want me to be the father of the slave you bear?" cynical Inspiration Reply.

Sonia swallows saliva. He knew how ignorant he was if he dared to ask Ilham for that, this marriage alone was not clear how it ended, how could he ask Inspiration to take responsibility for something that it was not the man who did it?

"My son is just Ammar, Sonia. Forever the slave who became my son is only a child born from the womb of Yola! Don't ever think I want to be the father of the child you bear!" Ilham said his ultimatum with all his will.

Sonia looked down, her legs feeling limp at the moment. Destroyed his life. How does he have to deal with all this? He did that with Victor under the influence of alcohol a few weeks ago, and it's not unexpected that this will bear the fruit of a fetus like this.

Ilham unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie. She feels tired and sultry after work listening to Sonia's whining asking her to take responsibility for her baby.

"Whoever has done this with you, Sonia, hold him accountable. Don't look like Mak Nyah (pouch). If you want me to take responsibility for that baby, I don't. I'm sorry," added Ilham as he left Sonia and went into the bathroom.

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Hayooo on the wait..

sorry beib. author again focus on nov elme, master Thakur's fourth wife novel, which has the application, go there yuk. Ah, yes like and his comments here are less like. Not the spirit of writing here donk authornya ...