BETTING

BE DISCOVERED

A little hasty woman pulled the arm of her son to travel who had picked up their arrival. There was no plan to return home, only his heart said, there is something he must reveal. Over the last few months, something has been going on in their marriage.

"Come, Devan. Hurry up a little." His long steps, could not be offset by those little feet.

"Ma, slow down the road." The boy grumbled, his lips bent.

"Sorry, Son. Mama is chasing time. We should've arrived before papa got home from work."

The child's face sparkled as his mother said those words. They had been separated for months, he missed his father. They usually play anything. However, because he had to follow his mother on duty, the togetherness with his father became lost.

The travel car was driving through the streets of the capital. The view of the multi-storey building and down and forth vehicles passing by, has become his trademark.

Upon entering an elite housing estate, the woman opens the glass, showing herself to the security on duty, so they can go inside.

"Home, Ma?" One of them greeted him.

"Yes, Sir. It's a need."

"Circuits until next year in Germany" said another.

"A little while, sir. I'll be home again." He waved his hand as he passed by them.

The car stopped in front of a house. Not too well, the design is minimalist, but beautiful and still elegant. Car door open. The driver helped him drop off the goods.

There was not much she brought, just one suitcase with a potluck and a few hands for her husband. After completing the transaction, he took his son's arm to go inside.

The fence is high and locked. The woman rang the bell to get in. A man opens the door. His eyes widened when he found out who the guests were coming.

"Mother?" She half-couldn't believe that the hostess came this fast. Those who work at the house know that, Tiara will not go home until finishing her school.

"Mr is there, Mang?" She asked the whereabouts of her husband to the man called mang earlier.

Tiara threw her body on the sofa. Devan, same thing as his mom. Traveling far away makes them tired.

"Mother!" A middle-aged woman walked in on her way to the living room.

"Bibk!" Devan hugged the woman.

"Mas Devan's. Why home? Same auntie, huh?" He carried his master's son.

"Bibik kangen, mamang kangen, papa kangen," he replied innocently.

Tiara who saw the affection smiled happily. Devan should not have been brought to Germany. His son looked happy when he came home. There she also has her own baby sitter, but it seems Devan is not a good fit. Bibik is also impossible to bring because no one takes care of their home.

"Devan istirarat in room yes. We will eat this abis. Okay?" He extended his hand. Tos!

The boy nodded. Follow what her mother ordered.

"Come to the room. Change clothes first." Bibik took Devan upstairs. Both of them were humming while clapping their hands. Every now and then the child jumped over the stairs, which made the woman scream in fear.

Tiara took her phone. Dial one name and wait for the call to be answered. Niente. Many times his phone was not picked up. Where's husband? Is he that busy at the office?

Suddenly he became worried. His mind drifted somewhere. His feelings are getting uncomfortable.

What's wrong with Bisma?

What's wrong with her husband?

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