FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Fight Again

For a few days now, Zain was pacing back and forth to his Mom's house, no matter what he did at his parents' house, I chose not to care, because my busy life was very time-consuming, too, I only caught a glimpse of him when he came home with a tired face he immediately entered his room, and there was no sound of his voice, in the morning he had already woken up and immediately left for school before me. Strange to see his behavior as well, I thought maybe he felt sorry for his mistake the other day and wanted to make it right.

Today after Zain left for school, I decided to head to the tea factory, which I had not visited in a long time, I will calm down there by inhaling the aroma of real tea that makes my problems immediately fly, kayaking in advertisements.

“Yas, you haven't been here for a long time asked Om Bayu upon arrival.

“Iya Om, I was busy managing the cake shop because,“ I replied as I continued walking.

“Iya,“ replied Om Bayu while continuing to be glued to a book, a record of income and expenses reports from employees.

“Where is your household Yas??” ask Om Bayu who made me remember Zain.

“Well, that's it Om,“ I replied while taking a deep breath.

“You who are patient yes Yas, just consider this a test for you,“ Om Bayu at a glance looks at me, then refocus on the book he holds.

“Iya Om,“ I replied as I passed around the factory.

“Yas,“ instantly a very familiar voice called out to me, precisely from behind me.

I turned my body, though,

“Zain nu din?” I stammered, when I saw the ex who had betrayed me, was standing firmly, revealing his smile to me.

“Iya Yas, how are you??” he asked, while approaching me.

“Good,“ I replied cynically.

“You long time no news Yas, said Om Bayu you are married too huh??” Om Bayu, basic bucket mouth.

“Iya,“ I replied sarkis.

“Yas, you stay only your boy's husband, come back to me“ his door lightly, make me sick, especially when the shadow of his betrayal reappears in my head.

“What do you mean??” my many.

“Iya, I already know you married a High School boy, Yas, did you break his heart so much left me, until you married a High School boy, so, which is definitely not responsible“ he explained which makes my ears heat up. How dare he say something bad about my husband. Wha what?? Husband??

Hhhuuuuhhhhw ...

“Not your business,“ I replied as I passed, leaving behind Zainudin who was sculpting.

“Wait for Yas“ not in the thought of the former clutching my hand tightly, “Yas, come back to me, I will soon get a divorce from Zanet“ I admitted that makes me even more astonished.

“What do you mean?” ask me while throwing off Zainudin's grip.

“It turns out Zanet is not a good woman - well Yas,“ she is downcast.

“Meanway??” I'm still in curious mode.

“It turns out that the child he bears, is not my son, just the time I slept with him, he is no longer a virgin anymore“ he explained clearly, making me even more sick to hear it.

“It's none of my business anymore Zain nu din“ replied me by spelling his name.

“Yas, I'm sure you still love me a lot, right?? Come on Yas, leave your husband and live with me.

“Udin, do you think you are a good man - okay?? When you fuck another woman who is obviously not your muhrim??” I asked, while trying to hold back the tears, unable to accept the reality, the man I had been dating for five years, was no more than a jerk and I just found out now.

“Udin?? Udin who is Yas?” he was astonished, with my new call to him.

“Iya, from now on I will call you Udin“ obviously I, I do not want my husband and ex calls to be the same.

“Why?? Because I'm already your ex Yas?? Are you that hateful to me Yas?” he asked again, what is the unreasonable question, betraying a future wife whose wedding date has been determined, does my feeling have to be happy so??.

I drove my car with a raging feeling, I wanted to find the most comfortable and safe place, I wanted to tell my grievances to someone who was able to calm me down, but who? Possibly Zain? The kid? Ah .. I don't know ...

Mnthose ... Krriejng ...

I heard my phone ringing, there was a call from a number I didn't know, I pulled my car over the side of the road, intending to pick up the phone from who?.

“Hallo Assalamu’alaikum“ sapaku.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, sorry is this right with her number mother Yasmin?” ask the caller.

“Yes, right, anyone can help sir?” many doubt.

“Mother, can come to caffe Kasih now??” ask the caller, who sounds a bit firm.

 “Yes, what's wrong sir??” I was wondering, as I recall I have never been to the caffe, then what did the caffe contact me?.

“Mother guardian of Muhammad Zain right???” he asked, which immediately made my heart pound strongly, what else did the boy do?.

“I yes sir, what is it??” tanyaku.

“I hope Mom can come here“ as soon as possible.

“Ba good sir, I will be there“ soon I replied, while hanging up the phone and immediately tancap gas.

Upon arrival at the caffe, I was immediately greeted by several caffe employees, and in the queue for the Manager room, my heart was not lost. I don't know what else to say, fearing that Zain would commit another reckless act.

And rightly my guess, when I entered the Manager's room, I saw Zain with a bloody temple, and random hair, still using a wet apron and a fishy smell.

“Kakak,“ sahut Zain while ducking.

I did not understand Zain's situation, I immediately sat in the chair that was right in front of the Manager who was looking at me.

“Sorry Mom I thought, Mother Zain, it was not? Seeing the face of Mbak who is very young“ Manager caffe smiled gently at me.

“It's okay, introduce me Brother Zain,“ I replied as I reached out,

The cafe manager smiled at me, while accepting my hand.

“So, what really happened sir?” I don't want to feel bad - stale.

“Previously sorry for this unpleasant news Mbak“ Manager caffe bowed then took a deep breath.

“Before Mbak's sister was involved in a fight with one of our employees,“ explained Manager caffe,

“Kok can sir?? How's chronological??” many wonder.

“Before, I saw Brother Mbak got into a quarrel with our employees, soon after, they hit each other, which caused a riot, and sister Mbak also had time to nudge some plates and glasses until they broke, he said,“ clear Manager with moody face.

I turned my face to Zain, irritatedly I asked “Zain, why are you here?? Didn't you say you were going to Mamah's house??”

“Ma sorry Brother,“ he replied while looking down, hiding a wound in his temple, whose blood had dried.

“Why are you here, and get into a fight??” I try to be patient.

“A me ..”

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