FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)
CHAPTER 134 MY ENCOUNTER WITH SISTER MUTIA GEM MELODY



Ira and Ira returned to the house of the late brother Firman Setiawan on the seventh day of his disappearance.


Still in disbelief, a level brother who was so familiar with me had seven days gone home to Divine Robbi. Everything is like a dream. The endless nightmare.


Again Ira and Ira saw Mutia's brother in the funeral home. This time it was alone. Not accompanied by husband.


Her face is beautiful when viewed up close. Although his eyes are a bit puffy and red because they often cry. Perhaps Brother Mutia really regretted his treatment first to the Brother Word!


I remembered the words of the Word. He was happy to see Mutia's sister happy. Convict a rich, handsome and kind man to her. Sis Firman was also happy to see Mutia's sister who was more beautiful.


Hhh... I could only catch my breath recalling the fond memories of our conversation, the serious but relaxed discussion.


"Yuliana's Viona?"


Me and Ira were shocked. Brother Mutia came up to me while affirming my name.


I nodded slowly, confirming his call.


"How many months pregnant are you?" tanyanya gently.


"It's been eight months, brother!"


Ira who stood between us just silently listened. Although his eyes looked right and left pretending to be indifferent.


"Like a dream? The word is gone." he said slowly. His eyes were glazed over, but not broken.


"Fool, sustenance, death.no one knows!" Ira interrupted. He is also worried because he is only the third person among us.


"Yes." replied him holding my hand tightly.


"Hhh...! Brother Firman, is a good man. Even until the end of his life, God must have placed him in a beautiful place with the righteous."


"Amijin!"


"I know Viona from the stories of the Word!"


I gawk. Seeing Kak Mutia's reddened face held back tears even though on her lips there was a sweet smile.


"Sirman often told me?" many doubt. Mutia lowered her head while playing her fingers.


"She.. likes you very much! Since we first met!"


Deg.


Me? Did you like me at all? Back then?


Ira elbowing. Sighing his breath still with eyes to the left and to the right. Seeing the people who wander on the terrace of the crowded house of the Word.


"Hehehe... He was shy basically. Also people who are not very confident. That's why he joined HIMA organization on campus, so he could hang out with a lot of people!" mutia's story with a soft laugh. The row of white teeth that are so neat with a sweet smile despite that line, able to captivate me.


Worth it, Brother Firman loves him so much!


"Sister Word loves you very much!"


"I knew. Me too!"


Aih??? If it's love, why did you break the rope unilaterally with her?


"Hhh..." I heard Ira's breath. A sign that he was upset to hear the words of brother Mutia.


"We are friends who understand each other, before continuing to be lovers. Then Word turned into a super man of everything, when we committed to holding each other's hands. He's a very great man! There's no one like him!"


"But why was he in the first place, after you got to know Christian?" chirps Ira, I'm sorry.


Mutia lowered her head. Looks like Ira's words got her mentally shunned.


"You must be very close. What a sweet friendship!" slowly said.


"Fraternity, of course. Who will never leave each other even though the circumstances of one of us are not good. Especially financial!"


Right on target, Ira!


"Lodhi..."


We all looked.


Brother Christian calls his wife by holding two adorable chubby babies. It seemed like the age of her twin sons was already five months.


Very cute and handsome like his parents.


The man looked gently at his wife.


"Velli and Verrel want mimi grandchildren!" he said that he made Mutia's brother approach her husband and her two children.


"Viona...., spirit huh? Ira too. I'm pampering. And.. let me know that the baby is born!" he said Ira too.


I just nodded and smiled thinly.


Hope it, brother! Because the possibility I will be born in the city of Ubud Bali.


Mutia said goodbye to her brother and wife, Brother Firman. Ira and Ira followed him, and went home because it was noon.


"Do you want to be together?" ask Ira.


"Come on!"


We finally chose a restaurant that had become our favorite basecamp of three Kak Firman for lunch together before returning to their respective destinations.


Me and Ira didn't talk much this time. Still very lazy to talk, only rendevous considering our previous togetherness.


"I'm honestly still the Mutia's question mark! It could be that she is kind of friendly talking to us, as if she is the true daughter of an Indonesian princess! Ishi..."


I laughed at Ira's slick but funny babble.


"Obviously he betrayed the Word! As if looking for a face to clear his name like that. Even come every day said Fariz's brother in every tahlil bring fruit hands all. Just like her husband! What... they're doing good because of her parents' chaotic case huh?"


I widened my eyes. Patting Ira's shoulder to immediately Istighfar. Su'udzon is far away, I said.


"Maen lo is less distant, Vi! Ishi..."


I smiled slowly.


It was true, the actions Mutia took looked strange. Effect. Is it just a pansos (social climbing), or something. I'm afraid I guessed wrong too.


"Let's, Ra! That's right. Also choices! It is also possible to make amends for all his mistakes with the Word of the past!" I said in the end.


"Could be! Yes yes... Bombath..bodo very!"


"Hehehe..."


"Eh... My latest designs get like an artist from Hollywood! Aaah..please me, Vi!"


"Yes, I saw your Insta Story! Cool..., hiks! It could be Kristen Stewart to like your design. Is there a DM ga from the official? That artist wants to order the same clothes you made!"


"Hahaha... Yes also Vi!?! Unfortunately just like doang, ish!"


"Like too.lumayanlah for the development of your career in the field of design!"


"Yoye, bestie...! Hehehe.. amen!"


Me and Ira spent time together enjoying our lunch which was lacking one member.


But our hearts are always fixed and tucked into prayer for beloved Brother Word. May it be quiet in nature. Happy in the Laps of the Creator.


I will always remember his kindness, all my life for sure.


The Word is my best friend, friend and brother.


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