Conquering Boss Killer

Dribbling the past

“Wis, I'll wait in your apartment. Many things I want to talk about.”

Ronal sent Darwis a message just as the man bailed home.

Dervish who saw the spirit of his future wife who did not feel at home at the meeting, made him choose to go home first than other invited guests. The man was trying to give Laila comfort.

Forty minutes later, Darwis's car arrived in front of Laila's fence. Laila opened the car door. However, Darwis first opened the door for him.

“Thank you,” said Laila smiled at her future husband.

The day after tomorrow was their wedding day.

“Same – equals.” Darwis returned that smile and nodded. To fulfill his promise to Radit, Darwis also drove Laila into the house.

“Mas want to drink first?” tanya Laila merasa – stale.

Darwis. “No need. I hunted – hunted back to the apartment because Ronal was waiting for me.”

Deg

Laila's heart seemed to stop for a moment hearing the man who had the face of Ridho with the name of Ronal was meeting her future husband.

“For what, he came night – night?” ask Laila again.

“Entah lah.” Dervish shrugged his shoulders. “Not usually it is. I don't know what important thing he wants to say.”

Laila was silent for a moment. He thought of some possibilities. He was also worried that the man would avoid himself in front of Dervish. Somehow Laila also thinks negatively of the man she believes to be her ex-husband but with a different name.

“Mas.” Laila held Darwis' arm that was about to go home.

“Ya.” Darwis turned his head and said, “oh yes. I'm sorry if tonight made you ineffective and want to go home quickly. Meeting with my colleagues is indeed boring.”

Laila shakes. “Not because of it. I'm not bored with being at that meeting. but ..”

Laila paused her speech, making Darwis curious.

“But?” asked the middle-aged man who still looked handsome. Maybe when young, Darwis is very handsome, it looks at his age who has stepped on the head of five but still charming.

“I don't like your friend named Ronal.”

Suddenly, Darwis laughed. It was funny to see Laila's expression. “Yes, I know. I've seen it since.”

His laughter faded and Dervish said again, “I wonder why he is like that to you. As far as I know, Ronal is not the type of teaser man.”

Laila was silent. She sought the courage to say about her future husband's friend based on his version.

“Mas,” call Laila like to say something.

Dervish saw the giraffe. “You want to say something?” tanyakanya.

Laila nodded. “I want to say that ex-husband who left me just like that, he is your friend.”

Suddenly, Darwis was shocked. “Means?”

“Entah. I don't know. She hates me so much and says I'm a cheap woman. The two-child widow who had seduced him. I don't understand what's wrong with her?”

Arrived – arrived Laila cried and quickly Dervish approached Laila, then hugged the body.

“Hey, don't cry!” Darwis tried to calm Laila down and wiped the tears that fell on her cheek.

“She disappeared and arrived – arrived come home just to take the file – important files only. then she left just like that. got into the car that I believe is Lenka's car, Lenka's car,” says Laila again while hiccuping.

“Lenka?” ask Darwis.

Laila nodded her head. “Should have been, I was heartbroken because she had married her ex-boyfriend.”

Laila recounts all her memories with Ridho, including meeting them and getting married and having two children, Bilqis and Radit. Laila also tells the story of Ridho who lied to her by marrying another woman since she was pregnant with Bilqis. However, Ridho's second marriage came to light after Radit was born and was eight months old.

“At that time, I sincerely dimadu, Mas. I accept Mas Ridho who has married Lenka. But that night, he left. True – properly go and do not return.” Laila's tears are back.

Although Laila had forgotten her heartache for Ronal and Lenka, her tears still shed when she had to tell about the painful incident.

Inside the house. Radit listens to the mother's mapping, which explains the chronoligist of her past with her father. Previously, Radit intended to open the door for the mother after hearing the sound of Darwis car in front of her house. But when opening a little pntu it, precisely Radit found his mother was crying in the arms of the prospective father he continued while telling stories.

“Mas,” call Laila by raising her head to stare at Darwis.

“Hm.” Darwis returned that look.

“You believe me, right? I'm not a cheap woman as Mas Ridho and Lenka accuse me.”

“Ssttt ...” Darwis covered Laila's lips with his index finger. “Don't say that! You are far from that word. precisely the first impression I saw of you was one, you are a great woman.”

Instantly, Laila's lips smiled. “Really?”

Darwis. “Nobody can doctrine my heart and mind, because I have my own views to it. Just chill. Okay!”

Laila nodded again with lips still smiling.

“Whatever happens, will not change my plans to marry you, the day after tomorrow. You understand!”

Again – again, Laila nodded her head. “Thank you.”

“Now, come in! Sleep away! Sorry for making you tired,” said Darwis.

Behind the door, Radit's heart felt greatly relieved. Dervish is the right man to make the mother happy in her old age.

Chequelek

“Mother.” Radit opened the door and called his mother.

Suddenly, Darwis releases a hug and Laila keeps her body away from Darwis while rubbing her wet cheeks.

“Home home?” asked RAdit – stale as if he had just been there, but had been Radit there and listened to the conversation.

Conversations about the chronoligist meeting the mother with her father who then married and abandoned. Radit doesn't think that the man he met at the airport is his real father. Shock. Radit was right – was in shock.

“Yes, already,” replied Dervish to Radit. “Om keeps Om's promise, right? To return your mother in one piece.”

Dervish grin followed by Radit's smile. “Thank you, Om.”

“Alright, then Om pamit,” connect Darwis who is subscribed to Radit and Laila.

Radit and Laila stand while looking at Darwis who entered the car until the car was shot away. Laila was already unconcerned about the neighbor's talk. This time, he did not care about the nyinyinyiran people – people around his house about him who said itchy and old want to marry again.

“Dit, Mom entered the room first yes. I am tired,” Laila said to her son and left the son who is still sculpting.

Radit nodded and only a few times did Laila step up, the son called out.

“Bu.”

“Ya.” Laila.

“Radit no need to pause. Radit came out first yes, Mom,” saying goodbye to the son who wants to follow Darwis' car and follow up to his apartment.

Radit wants to see Ronal. His hands were clenching, it felt like he wanted to smash the face of that irresponsible man.

Radit went straight to the room to get his jacket and keys.

“Dit, don't night – night ya!” said Laila who did not know the intention of the son.

Radit nodded. “Iya, Mom. Mother sleep first. Don't wait for Radit, Radit brought his own key.”

Laila nodded. There is no suspicion whatsoever on Radit because sometimes Radit out of the house and come home at night. It also happens if he wants to gather with his – friends at one of his friends' houses.

With a bad heart, Radit propelled his motor. He ran the bike at a high enough speed to find the car and tailed it.

“Is Mr Ronal the venerable father of Ridho? My dad?” radit asked with a difficult heart to interpret.

Radit promises to teach a lesson to the man who has made his family suffer, let alone his mother.