But not Me

Welcome Home's!

"Faisal returned to duty abroad, he left two days ago," said Bagas who seemed to understand that Dara is currently looking for the figure of Faisal who since yesterday never seen the trunk of his nose.

There is a letter of disappointment in Dara's countenance, how could Faisal just leave without saying goodbye to him, or Do not Bagas forbid Faisal to meet him? Accuse Dara in his mind, so that it makes resentment and hate accumulate in his chest that is intended for Bagas a person as the accused and always evil to him.

"I'll take you home" said Bagas, putting Dara's things in his bag.

How amazing a Bagas who nothing usually just stay pointed and just stay the order to clean up the belongings of his wife alone, with his own hands, with his own, the hand that people say is said to be a golden hand because it is able to make tens or even hundreds of millions in just one signing of a cooperation contract.

"No need, I can take a taxi home online with my sister," Dara glanced at Yoga who for some reason since yesterday was still waiting for her there, though usually Yoga never paid attention to him, especially his mother and father had returned to the village first.

"No, I want to feel the luxury car ride my sister-in-law, whose roof can open on its own, must be very cool and exciting, when else try to ride a rich car that, I want pictures there!" with an indistinct smile, it seems Yoga is imagining himself in a luxury suv car belonging to Bagas that Bagas once brought to his village.

"Sister, don't be tacky! I pinch your phone to order an online taxi, "sadly Dara, whose phone was left in the apartment when she was a bully.

"Son, bodo very willing to say tacky, cake, kek camp, udik kek, anyway you have to make a dream big brother to ride the car."

Although very upset, but finally Dara relented as well, the sense of unbearable to see his brother who was so longing to ride in a luxury car that makes Dara who always prioritizes the happiness of his family in appeal to himself was finally destroyed as well.

"Wait a minute, why this way, this is not the direction to go home to the apartment, but the " Dara protested, it was appropriate that since then her heart was not calm, it turned out Bagas brought her home.

"What the fuck? Who'd approve if I went home to you, sir?" again, that look of anger was thrown away just like that for Bagas.

"I'm afraid that if you live alone in an apartment, Faisal doesn't exist anyway, so it's better that you stay here, my brother will also live in this house, so you don't have to be afraid if anything happens you can just ask your brother for help,"

"Yes deck, take it easy, I've been assigned to guard you from the people who are going to beat you up, sstttt,,,,,, you know,,,, I was also paid a huge salary just by taking care of you,!" whispered Yoga at the end of the sentence while grinning.

"What you need to worry about is that the person who pays you with that big paycheck, not someone else!" ketus Dara's.

"I promise I won't do things that can hurt you and our child, you keep my promise!" bagas said confidently.

"I want to go home to the apartment, after all your wife will be very angry if she knows I'm back here" Dara refused, after all, imagining himself ahrus staying one roof with Kamila made him feel reluctant first.

"You're also my wife, I've never beaten you and never will!" furious Bagas.

"But lady Kamila hates me so much, sir." Straining in his mind, what if Kamila tried to harm him, this time not only he would be doomed, but there was an innocent baby who might also be able to follow the impact.

"You will stay in the pavilion under my supervision, Anwar and Yoga, so that Kamila cannot harass you, and one more, do not call her mistress, because you are also the mistress of this house, you also do not call me master again, it would be very bad if we heard our child later if it was born," he said began to be caught off guard by Dara's call to him, faisal was called 'mas'.

"Cih, did not you ask me to call you Mister? so the mank mancla micle, not consistent!" dara Cibir.

But for now there is no other choice, other than to follow the authoritarian will of the husband.

Bagas car deliberately parked in the backyard, so that when he and Dara enter the pavilion do not have to pass through the main house first and will likely meet with Kamila.

Unfortunately it seems Kamila who was on the back porch saw Bagas coming home with Dara whose stomach is bulging, they look like a happy family who is waiting for the presence of the baby, the baby, moreover, Bagas' usually dull face looks very bright, with a smile that can not be separated from his lips.

Reaching the burning heat in his heart immediately brought Kamila against the way of the three of them, he never even thought that the honey would be willing to be brought back home by Bagas.

"Darling, what the hell, why did you bring this woman back to this house?" Kamila protested with a completely unfriendly face and looked cynically at Dara as well as her older brother.

"Keep out of our way, what's wrong? I brought my wife home, nothing wrong, right?" The form of Bagas that was just now had instantly turned terrifying instantly, his gaze was like wanting to eat Kamila right then and there.

"Dec, who is that? Why does his face look so much like yours? you are very similar, even though your age can not be lied to the difference," seloroh Yoga lirih, but can still be heard by Kamila who immediately be angry at him.

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm old? Damn you, impolite stranger, I'm Bagas' wife!" shouted Kamila while pointing at the face of Yoga who was still stunned by the similarity of the face between Kamila and her younger sister, the face of Yoga that was dumbfounded continued to reverse his gaze from Kamila to Dara.

"Go, don't make a fuss, you know I can do reckless if you don't obey my orders!" Threaten Bagas, who turns out the threat managed to expel Kamila from before them.

Dara was stunned not to play when she entered the pavilion building that used to live in for several days, his sanctuary was forcibly taken away by Bagas and ended with his stomach bulging at this time. There is a very large wreath with the inscription 'Welcome home', it seems Bagas had planned all this, although the one who decorated everything must not be him, he said, because once Bagas never left the room where Dara was treated from beginning to end.

Entering again into his room, Dara was no less surprised, because his items in Faisal's apartment have now moved all into the room,

"Why is my stuff all here?" dara's great-grandson was confused.

"Faisal rented out his apartment to one of his friends, and it just so happened that Faisal would also be long abroad, so he decided to rent it out" Bagas explained.

Although it does not make sense, because Faisal is not a person who is short of money to the point of having to rent out his apartment everything,

but Dara did not want to argue for too long with her arrogant husband, she prefers to lay herself on the mattress, which smells of a baby colole commonly used.

The condition of a large pregnancy made him often quickly feel exhausted and fall asleep suddenly like that, he whose intention was just to straighten his back with the fall was sleeping so quietly, making Bagas smile himself look at it.

Finally he could see the figure of his wife back in the room, a room that only had memories of him and Dara, nothing else.

"Thank God, I will take care of them both, with all the strength I have," he said softly as he kissed his wife's forehead, who is now in a dreamland, maybe in his dream he also felt being kissed by someone there, although he did not realize that it was not a dream, but a reality.