A Story of Love and Betrayal
Chapters 37.
In the morning, the sun shone on Arga's house full of warmth.
As if a storm had passed in the lives of Arga and Refa, the sun was now welcoming them.
Arga with his relief from being freed from shackles, who continued to hurt his wife.
So did Refa, he felt all emptiness and his questions were answered.
"What do you want to eat, Mom?" tanya Refa was about to prepare food for Arga's plate.
"Anything, today I want to eat a lot."
Arga's smile expanded perfectly on his face.
Refa looked at Arga differently, there was a warm feeling in her heart, she was happy to see her husband had returned. And they looked at each other, too,
"Ekhmm .. in this macih there is atu!" ketus Because the pout feels in pecans.
Refa turned his eyes to Gara and said,
"Ows. I'm sorry, dear. I thought you were still in the room."
"Tck, just interrupt" Arga glanced at his son with a frightening look.
"The guest who baffles! the biacanya also guest tidat itut calapan belcama tami. Tenapa hali itut, sebaltan" said Gara did not accept the gaze of his father.
Then, he continued his speech by twisting the eyeballs and the position of the arms crossed.
"Either dream what ever, the subtle campai of your belcam call."
"Hey! Who said he was happy to have dinner with Dad?" Arga says it by imitating Gara's style.
Because the one who saw it even laughed amusedly,
"Hahaha, Daddy's funny. Tenapa jelet cetali ahahah."
Refa laughed too. Arga pouted looking at him and grumbled, "Shut up, you!"
"It has. Eat up, Mas. You have to go to the office for bad luck soon,"
Arga also passed to his workplace.
He came with a bright face, making others feel that happiness. Until someone asks, though,
"Wow. What's the good news this time? it feels like today your face is happier than ever,"
"Tck. Kepo is lo! Rather than managing me, work is a task that piles up," replied Arga.
Then Arga circulated his gaze, looking for someone who turned out to be next to him earlier.
He was surprised when his gaze met the view with Mila, He smiled awkwardly while nodding his head, a sign he greeted which then his feet stepped towards his own room.
Mila also smiled as she shook her head, looking at Arga's funny behavior in her opinion.
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Morning at Arini's.
"You why? Don't cry on donk, honey. How should mommy?"
Arini who was trying to calm her son, because from waking up the Son was crying did not stop.
Arini panicked, confused how to.
"Please tell Arga, his son wants to meet. Considering you are the same as a mother, you should know what you should do, in a little good faith," Arini finally sent Jun a message.
"Send my message to Refa again. You have the number, right? My WhatsApp was blocked by a pair of useless humans, so please help me, for the sake of your nephew who is constantly crying" she continued.
Without asking back, Jun followed his brother's orders, forwarding Arini's message to Refa.
And not long after, even Refa replied,
"Please tell me about your brother too! why should I give good faith to someone like him? he was even crueler than I was. Accepting and taking part in the hearts of my husband and father from my son! sorry, I'm not as good as you think."
"Even Arini said that the child was his sister's son who lived dead his father! what she and her son are feeling now, is nothing compared to what Arini did to me and my son!" connect Refa.
While Jun is fixated on not being able to reply to a message from Refa, because his number has been d blocked.
"Damn it, just yesterday Arga blocked my contact, now his wife is following along" Jun's annoyed grumble.
Then he reported to Arini, about the reply and the number blocked.
Jun forwarded the message from Refa to Arini.
When Arini reads Jun's message to her. It clucked,
"tcp. Rich little boy his toys, block ntar in the open, block it again."
"We'll see, until when do you hold on blocking my contact, Arga?" cerocos Arini after a few minutes.
"When you realize, your most precious item is still in my hands. What are you gonna do?" he continued, smiling cunningly and raising his eyebrows next door.
"Ma! Ma! Ayaaah ... Daddy Ma!."
Arini forgets her son, she is too focused on dealing with Arga's problems. The son who cried was sobbed and ignored, until finally the Son shouted because he saw his mother who ignored him.
"It's a minute, baby. Mama again try to contact your father, be patient" replied Arini who was surprised by the screams of the Son.
Then he sends Jun a message,
"Leave it. I want to know, until when did he survive to block my contact? Because I have something that she can't leave in my hands."
"What's that?" june asked curiously. "Can't, if you say that, don't be half-assed. Just get to the point" Jun wrote in his message because Arini did not return Jun's message.
"Sad. This he, his work for help, uda in please don't say thank you" Jun grumbled in his heart.
"Now it makes me curious, less aseum!" jun's emotions began to overflow, but he never really got angry at his brother.
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"I would still forgive him, if only he were a man who still had a conscience, or at least had shame. Don't feel guilty, shame or don't have" said Refa when reading messages from unknown numbers.
"The sorry word that was said from his mouth first, it's fake. Don't mistake me for being heartless, you who don't know how to profit! I've given it a chance to end and move away, even dare to go further. It even became like this" continued Refa who then sent again a message on the unknown number.
Then without hesitation he immediately blocked Jun's contact, because he knew there would be a continuation of the conversation between them, if not quickly blocked.
"And I once warned, do not let your guilt be borne by your son! Now this is still unconscious too, no matter what kind of man he is!" gerutu Refa who is still not satisfied with cursing Arini, even if only at the back.
"Tenapa's guest, Mom. Ranting cendili? What's belantem tama dad ladi ya?" tanya Gara who had seen Refa muttering while struggling with his phone.
"Hey, when were you there?" refa asked who was surprised because he was unaware of Gara's presence, "Sorry, I didn't see you, how long have you been seeing Mom, hm?" ask her again.
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