Alexavier Archie's

Maaf

This morning was cold, not only because of the cloudy weather and the rain that began to fall but because the inhabitants of the dining table had no sound. They, Oma also Adam more precisely, were a little awkward with the aura between Ibra as well as Belen.

Oma knew last night they had a fight, even Ibra chose to sleep with Divya. It is not that he does not want to advise but he does not want to interfere too much in the household affairs of his grandson.

Adam occasionally just stole a glance with his omana, seen his brother eat regardless of Belen who was beside him.

"Ibra will you bring me lunch, son?" ask Oma.

"whatever" he answered briefly.

"Oma I want to ask for meat rendang ya, do not forget the office, oiya nasi liwet ya oma" Adam said to eliminate the silence at the dinner table.

"Om Adam Yaya wants to go outing class hlo" said the little girl.

"yeah? wow, how exciting, when will Yaya go?" yes, at least the conversation with Divya will turn on the atmosphere at the dinner table.

"mamy when did Yaya go?" Divya instead asked her mamy who was seen just playing her meal.

"uh yeah? dear day, Saturday is tomorrow" Belen replied with a smile.

"tuh Om tomorrow Saturday said mamy, om Adam can not come, because Yaya wants to be accompanied by Dady Mamy" continued the boy Kindergarten.

"ah Divya is not cool. Okay next time we go for a walk together, okay?" adam sahut with his hands sticking out the cheeks of his nephew's kingpin. Anxious.

"Your ibra can be tomorrow Saturday?" it was Oma's turn to open the sound again.

"can" it looks like Ibra is angry with everyone.

Breakfast activity was over, Belen had taken Divya to his white car but suddenly Ibra immediately took over Divya, he held the little girl and put her in his car.

"loh dady! Yaya wants to be delivered by mamy!" protest Divya who is already sitting with seatbelt attached.

"dady miss taking this little girl dady to school, we go to school together, princess? we're leaving?" ibra said softly not forgetting the sweet smile on her face.

"well dady, we're leaving!" the little boy cheerfully swung his right hand upwards.

...

Belen just looked at the departure of the Ibra car that brought Divya in. A pat on the shoulder brought him back from his daydream.

hump

"let it be, brother is so later also good himself" Adam's voice tried to calm Belen.

Belen just nodded, Adam headed to his car and headed to his office.

"don't think too much, now go to the store, don't make your subscription wait long" now oma who gave encouragement to Belen, he gently rubbed the back of his former granddaughter.

Belen grabs Oma's hand, catches the back of the hand that started to crack and leaves to go to the store.

"thank you Oma" he said before actually stepping in.

...

An Audi S8 series car is seen parked neatly in the colorful fenced school with the nameplate "Kemala International School". A man with after a navy-white fusion suit got out of the car by holding a little girl with him. Yes Ibra has arrived at Divya school.

Not to forget Ibra always drove her little girl to the front of the classroom. Before the row of classrooms there was a hallway with a small canteen on his left side. Usually mothers who take their children will sit there just to discuss their new bag or shuffle the arisan with a nominal tens of millions.

Ibra is not usually concerned about even listening to the chatter of mothers there, but there is one name that they call so Ibra tries to approach and listen more clearly after dropping Divya into her class.

"yes yesterday I went to the sun cake shop right the girl who serves the buyer, I pretended not to know, embarrassed also I went with my other arisan friend. Even he was wearing a dirty apron hit by the cake batter" one of the mothers behind him was gossiping.

"i've said that if he was married just tell momong the child, I told you that Mr. Ibrahim was close to my cousin, even my cousin, Sarah, I told you, say that they are still on good terms and meet often" another person said.

"is that right, jeng? yes, low-class women, they know that married rich people will enjoy their property but just tell them to be baby sisters plus plus hahaha" a group of mothers were too busy gossiping without knowing someone was watching and listening to them.

Ibra never thought they would say that about Belen.

brak!

The sound of the table buzz is quite loud but not too loud, Ibra also realized this in the school area.

"are you satisfied with gossiping my wife? do you think you guys who just like to gossip like this are better than my wife! yep! He's the owner of the little cake shop you're talking about! but I'm so proud that he's trying on his own feet without hanging on or licking anyone else like you!" Ibra really looks angry, his neck muscles are clearly visible, if in front of this man he must have finished in place.

"and one more! I married her because she was my choice! also tell your cousins to stop fantasizing!" Ibra felt enough to make the mothers scared even someone holding the arm next to him.

...

Ibra felt so guilty this time, he should not have said so harshly last night, even humbling his wife. So this is what keeps Belen from focusing on keeping Divya yesterday? He heard people talking about him even everything they said there was nothing true, except Belen working in the cake shop, but even that Belen was not.

tut

tut

tut

"yes, what's wrong?" said someone across the phone call.

"where's Belen?" sahut Ibra fast.

"he went to the cake shop after you left"

"well Oma" Ibra hung up.

Now that he drives his car to the cake shop, he must apologize to Belen immediately. He cursed, making a swear on the streets that were jammed in this drizzling morning.

Choosing a small street, he also arrived at the shopping area where the Matahari cake shop is located. He quickly got down and ran towards the store.

Damnit damnit! door's locked. He turned his eyes to the parking area and there were no Belen cars there!

Argha! where the hell!

He tried to call Belen earlier but failed to continue .

Yeah, he knows who to call.

"where is he" as soon as the phone was picked up by someone.

"Lady was walking towards Popolar caffe chairman, what-" before the Ibra had finished speaking, cut off his phone and drove his car back to Popular Caffe.

drrt drrt

Ibra who was in focus driving felt her phone vibrate.

"what!?" yells.

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