
Tiyas stared at Bagas' phone whose screen was blackened. A few seconds ago the call connection was cut off unilaterally by Stefanny.
Hearing the explanation of the model made Tuyas' body stiffen. His lower lip he bit with one hand on his forehead while massaging slowly. How dizzy he felt because the problems came in turn.
"You why? Sick again?"
Tiyas turned to the source of the voice. There the husband looked at her with a worried look.
"I should be worried about you right now" whispered Tiyas a little loudly so that Bagas could hear it faintly.
The man's eyebrows shot up. Not understanding the changing atmosphere of Tiyas.
"Why the hell?"
"We go home now, Mas," Tiyas breaks up in the end. The woman did not give Bagas a chance to ask again.
Bagas who certainly feel confused with this situation can only follow where his wife went. Until they got outside, the man forced Tiyas' hand.
"Why are you, anyway? Why suddenly ask to go home? If anger says, you who like this make me confused," complained Bagas while strangling annoyed. His eyebrows swooped until they almost fused together.
Tiyas gave the phone to the owner.
"Stefanny just called,"
"You should ignore it," cut the bagas quickly.
"Not that problem! You should have heard me say it first, Mas!" sue Tiyas with a sigh of annoyance. He pulled out his hand which was gripped by Bagas. "Your mother is now dropping."
"That's normal, his high blood often crumpled," Bagas replied with so relaxed. It was as if hearing her parents get sick was not a big thing for her.
Tiyas was flabbergasted, shaking in disbelief at her husband's response.
"The blood is high because of his own son."
Kening Bagas.
"What do you mean?"
The woman nodded slowly. Then walk on a long bench available there. Glanced at the husband who was still there.
"Open all news portals, Mas. You'll know the answers to all these questions."
Because so curious Bagas immediately opened a news portal. Where now there is a big title with a photo blur to be the hottest news. Although the photo was taken from a distance, the battered faces of Bagas and Jovan were clearly visible.
"Continue?"
Tiyas laughed bitterly, it could be that Bagas' response was so relaxed. News spreads so fast on all social media.
"That's your response? Seriously please, ma'am."
Bagas let out a rough breath. He then sat down next to his wife.
"What do I need to do? My news is the same as what I do. If I hadn't given him the same blow, he might have been a little careless toward you."
"It's not just because of the news, but also the condition of your parents, Mas" Tiyas said, sighing in frustration. "I don't know what's going on in your family. But it sounds comfortable that a child is worried about his parents."
The man speaks a thousand languages. Tiyas' statement seemed to pierce his chest. True, this woman knew nothing about how the cold war between mother and child was still going on since their quarrel in Bagas' room.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Bagas regretted in the end. The man did not want their happy moment to be ruined just like that just because of this matter. "If so, we go home."
Inevitably Tiyas nodded in agreement. Walk them side by side with each other's minds. Maybe Bagas was thinking how to muffle the media to immediately silence. Not much different from Tiyas, but their concerns were clearly different in the end.
At the moment Tiyas was panicked, his faint face was still visible in the picture. Of course the feud between the two men who have never been involved in a relationship will cause various kinds of speculation.
Tiyas glanced at the husband who looked calmer than she was. It's not just about the media. The woman is afraid that Jovan will act recklessly and reveal all the truth.
"May's all right, Mas" said Tiyas, smiling calmly. No, this is not to calm the husband. But her words just now to make her heart a little calmer.
Bagas nodded slowly. He took Tiyas' hand and held it tightly, giving elusan to the back. At least by grasping the hand makes his mind sane and also more able to think clearly.
***
In a hospital, Jovan now lies with his flat eyes staring at a television screen that broadcasts warm news. None other than the news that was beaten to a pulp by a famous company official.
Initially he was in focus before finally someone entered his inpatient room.
"How are you?" ask the figure of a woman who is none other than the Director of TD Agency, Beby Belvina.
The model could only snort amusedly.
"What pleasantries? I don't see me lying helpless here."
Beby chuckled small. He then put his hands on the bedside.
"There are fruits and vitamins for you. Hope you heal soon."
"Thanks" said Jovan slowly. He then glanced at Beby curiously. "That's outside a lot of reporters, huh?"
Beby nodded. The woman sighed while sitting on the long sofa away from her artist bed.
"It's not just journalists, but your fans are also waiting a lot in front. Crazy huh, all the doors are full of equal journalists. I was overwhelmed to get in here."
Jovan chuckles tasteless. Of course as an artist who is on the rise, the man did not deny that this news will continue to rise and so a warm conversation.
"I think you enjoyed it, yes" Beby said with a soft sled.
The model could only spread her shoulders. It was undeniable that what Beby said was the truth.
"Loose guys can get rewarded for mukulin my valuable asset."
"You also pantes dapet hadian bonyok kayak gini. Who told you to hug someone's wife?" ledek Beby with her sharp eyes. "Inget Jo, you're on the ride again. So less scandalous."
Jovan put his shoulder back together no matter what.
"Sister, don't you see how Stefanny's relationship with Bagas is? Some of them got married because they had to be betrothed."
Beby clucked in annoyance. His favorite artist is getting more stubborn. I couldn't remember my debut as an actor.
"You are betrothed or not, now their status is legal in the eyes of law and religion. You have no right to take someone else's property. Even if Stefanny will be a thorn in their relationship, there is nothing to do with you, Jo," Beby's advice with great emphasis.
Although in front of his best friend and Arya, the woman can be a childish and careless figure. But when it comes to work, Beby is always professional in handling his artists.
Hearing Beby's statement made Jovan only able to frown deeply. The relationship between Stefanny and Bagas certainly cannot be underestimated. Also certainly both Bagas and Tiyas they will stay at home for a long time, even room and bed, it feels impossible if the taste between them is not there.
"The Bagas family knows that Tiyas is the son of a conglomerate?" suddenly asked Jovan.
Beby looked at the artist with a wary look.
"No macem-macem."
Jovan clucked in annoyance.
"Nanya doang's. If you don't want to answer, no problem."
Another mouth another hearted. Got an ambiguous response from Beby, making Jovan have come to a conclusion. The man is now curious about Bagas' reaction if he finds out that the wife is not an ordinary person.