A Story of Love and Betrayal

Chapters 15. The Arga point of view.

"Yet, your man is a jerk. He was never there for you for what you questioned him for!" answer Jun ketus.

"After all, he's the father of my son" said Arini.

"Currently, is he worth mentioning as a father? I don't understand, what do you like about her ?" tanya Jun did not understand her brother's feelings.

"Already, already ... do not ruin this moment by discussing the issue, see .. at least this child was born safe and healthy, Arini has passed the critical period, Arini has passed, we should be thankful for that!" sela My mother's.

And we stopped arguing about Arga, but of course I didn't stay silent, I kept calling Arga because I had promised myself to make Refa regret her insulting words.

And avenge Arga who made me like this,

I'm not just gonna let them.

Although I know there will be punishment for every sin that man commits, I want to punish them with my own hands, even though I must be a sinner for my actions.

It's day two Arga still hasn't responded to my messages.

"When will you meet me and see your son ?" a short message I sent to Arga.

After Arga moved on, he rarely called and met me.

"Have I come to your house?" arini's message threatened, because Arga did not return the favor.

"Tomorrow!" finally Arga replied even though his answer was always short.

"Well, don't forget to bring something to pay the delivery bill, because I borrowed money from my brother "my message.

"Yes "reply to Arga.

The next day Arga kept his promise, not forgetting he brought some money to reimburse the cost of labor.

"Do you have no intention of carrying your child?" arini asked Arga who had just come to his house, but he was silent.

When other parents immediately embrace their children when they see they are born into the world, but different from Arga .

"Gendong was your son and lafadz was the name of alloh, I put adhan in his ear!" mother Arini's orders.

Arga turned his head, he looked hesitant like he was reluctant to do so.

You should have been the first to say Adhan to your son, now you don't even want to hug him ?" asked Arini's mother as if she knew that Arga was reluctant, then Arga approached the child, held him and proclaimed the Adhan.

I feel happy to see that, it would be nice if Arga was always like this, caring for me and my son.

"Would you give her a name ?" ask Arini enthusiastically.

"It's up to you" replied Arga indifferently.

Makes me upset with her.

"Why are you, this is your son why do you distinguish him from the son of Refa, do I also need to ask Refa for your son's name ?" again Arini always used Refa to threaten Arga.

I'm getting more emotional and can't control it,

Arga just looked at me with a sharp look .

"I should be angry with you! when I gave birth where were you? don't be alert, don't even care! what kind of husband are you?!" snapped Arini's mad.

"I told you, if I was out of town and now I'm here, also bring some money to pay the labor debt , carrying and reciting the Adhan I've done ,is this still not enough?" ketus Arga's.

"What's? so do you think that's enough? fair enough with what Refa got ?" tanya Arini sneered.

"Adil doesn't mean it should be the same, I think I discussed it with you first!" said Arga ketus and looked at me sharply.

"But okay, I'll give him a name after I get back, because now I don't have a name for him, I'll send him a message to you later" Arga continued indifferently.

Then Arga passed from my house, not until an hour or two he stayed at Arini's house.

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*arga* point of view*

After the birth of the son of Arini.

Arga is haunted by feelings of unease.

"Where should I go and to whom should I tell?."

Unknowingly my tears were dripping, I regretted what happened.

When I saw Gara at home, my heart throbbed as if it were pinching.

I approached Gara who was playing a toy.

"Darling, please,. I'm home !" exciting Arga.

"Ayaaaaah" cried Gara who poured into my arms.

We hugged and the hug was warm, painful to me too.

"Thenpa's dad ?" ask Gara

"I'm sorry Dad ... "given me without letting go of hugs.

"Why do you apologize for the gala ?" ask Gara wonder.

I let go of our embrace and neutralized the emotion in my heart, trying to be okay.

"Because of Father ... Can't be a good dad to you yet."

At the end of the sentence, I clenched my hands to punch Gara slowly.

" Haha ."

He laughed and then hit me back, but his punch was different from mine.

For hitting me with full force, even though it was still a boy but enough to make me grimace.

"That's your mutumans and the subtle guest of the beltuag for a late one ... Ahahahah."

We joked and laughed together, without realizing there was a figure who was watching us with a sad look.

Days pass.

My first career breakout has already begun. Suddenly in the company I occupy there is a mass dismissal, for employees who have not been appointed as permanent employees.

But not with me, I'm still in defense but my job is tough, as if they want me to resign.

"Arga! how the hell are you doing! nothing is right one!" said Mr. Winata disappointed.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll fix everything" I replied.

Then I took the files on his desk.

After almost finished in the revision, I received news that the way of bookkeeping was changing.

"Ga .. he said there was a change in the filling of the bookkeeping, already know not yet ?" Andreas.

"... "

I shook my head and looked at Andreas with a look of disbelief.

"Why are you .. ngeliatin I'm rich ?!" ask Andreas.

"Who and when ?" ask Arga not to believe.

"From the vice president, a new" explained Andreas.

"Ckk, I'm at work."

I curse Mr. Winata in my heart, who deliberately complicates me.

"Patient, Bro. His name is also a job, nothing is easy" said Andreas who heard my grumbling and I just ignored him.

That's how they make me uncomfortable with my job.

Every day there is always a job that is a problem, making me even more uncomfortable with this kind of situation.

"Well .. you managed to expel me indirectly, I succumbed to my "inner.

Then I met Mr. Winata's Director in his room.

Tok to tok.

"Excuse me, Sir. I want to talk to you."

Because our office is made of glass in every room, so Mr. Winata saw that I was the one who knocked on the door.

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