FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Your husband's dead

Dew long enough at the house of Mr. Zainuddin. The woman was really successful in making two snacks that fit in the afternoon namely piscok and martabak eggs. It turns out that Dew cuisine is delicious too. Melati who was not in taste snacking. Finally, there was also a plate of piscoknya.

Their excitement was stopped when Tara came to pick Dew to the house of Mr. Zainuddin. That afternoon the couple who are more friendly it will check the content of Dew to the practice of Doctor Obgyn.

After the departure of the Dew, the house became lonely. That was so crowded. Even ART who no longer have work goes with them in the dining room. Spending Dew cuisine.

Melati watched the wall clock in her room lazily. He's really BT at the gedong house. The time has shown at 22.10 WIB. But, the signs of her husband coming home are not yet there. Even his father has not come home.

Since their contact was cut off this afternoon. Her husband never contacted her again. Melati so the thought, why is it so late at night, her husband has not come home too. It is not even reported anymore. From this morning until noon, her husband constantly chatted with her.

"Where are Mas Ardhi and Dad? koq hasn't come home yet?" Melati has gone downstairs. Precisely pacing on the porch of the gedong house. I want her to call her husband's mobile number. Ask why they haven't come home. But, Melati felt the prestige of doing so. Why would she want to know where her husband is. Isn't she still afraid of her husband?

But, her little heart was really worried about the husband. Suddenly, her husband did not contact her again. Even so, when Melati worked as a maid at Ardhi's house. He often saw his employer coming home late at night. But, just now during the chat, her husband said he would go home quickly. Because, they're going to the obgyn doctor's practice.

Melati who felt that she was not feeling well, finally decided to wait for her husband and father inside. He did not want to catch a cold, because it was too long pacing on the porch of the house.

The woman sat on the sofa unsettled. Fiddling with her phone, seeing when was the last time her husband was, using the WA app. It turned out that the last time her husband was online was at 14:08 Wib. That means her husband was last online after thirty minutes, they finished chatting.

Melati is getting more and more unsettled at this time. He also tried to dare to call Ardhi's mobile number. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, he repeatedly did that. Trying to calm his heart. Because she was not ready to contact her husband.

The prestige and ego are still high. Because, she had always shown a cold attitude and did not want her husband. What would the world say if she called Ardhi and asked him where the husband was. His name was contrary to his attitude all along.

Melati stared fixedly at her phone screen. WA contact the husband has been plotted. Busy to convince himself, so that the decision he took to contact the husband is right.

"Bismillah.... I hope Mas Ardhi isn't GR, because I called." He said with one eye squinted, staring at his cellphone which was calling the contact of the husband.

She also became disappointed and more curious, because WA her husband was not active.

"Can't it be, Mas Ardhi there's no data package?" he said with a feeling of unease, just keep contacting the husband. But still not in.

Impatiently. Melati sent a smile emoticon chat. The result tick one. Knowing that, Melati hastily deleted her message. But, it turned out that her husband's message settings were a message for me only. No message settings delete everyone.

"Where is Mas Ardhi?" negative presumptions also popped up in his head that made him more dizzy. She also attributed no news of her husband to his nightmares. But, there is no way Abang Ilham killed Mas Ardhi. He's not that stupid. Because a woman wants to kill. Think Melati. He dismissed that assumption.

"I'll just call Dad." Melati finally made a voice call to her father. Again the result is nil, not connecting.

Melati is getting panicked. She finally lost her husband. How not to feel lost. For three days, her husband kept her company. Treat it well and sweet. She no longer feared her husband. Although there is still a sense of awkwardness. It was normal, because they were not close before. Moreover, their initial status was that of employers and helpers.

To calm himself, on negative suspicion about Ardhi being killed by Inspiration as in his dream. He decided to call Butet's phone. He was actually curious about his best friend as well.

Melati unsettled. Start calling the Butet. But, it turns out that Butet can not be contacted.

"What's wrong with Butet? why from yesterday his number could not be reached. Butet, you're okay, right? where are you now? in your village? or still in Abang Ilham village?" Speak with a soft voice. Really, he was very curious about the news of his close friend.

"I have to call Brother Ilham. I'll explain everything. I hope he hasn't slept." Melati rubbed her face repeatedly. It felt like his face was already tense and stiff.

The woman took a deep breath again. Prepare yourself, to be calm when talking to the man he still loves. When you want to make that voice phone call. The shadow of the pitiful face of Inspiration flashed again in his mind. As she saw Ilham standing by the roadside, she stared at him at the thanksgiving event in the village.

"Bismillah... O Allah.. Protect the servant." He said with a scared and unsettled face. Voice calls are done. Ilham's phone is active and has not been picked up.

Melati the overcast has contacted Ilham. Finally, I made another call for both.

Tut's.

Tut

Tut

"HELLO, WHO IS THIS..?!" the soft and rough sound made Melati flinch. Really who picked up his phone was bang Ilham. From his voice he is, but his tone is like a person is not aware. What bang Ilham did not keep his number anymore. Like it did. That's ordinary, the one who got married. Everything related to the ex. Will be eliminated, including the phone number must also be deleted.

"You who? Hola.. Hello..!" This time it sounded like a drunk.

"Assalamualaikum Bang, it's me Jasmine." Melati's voice sounded weak and slow. Clearly slowly, the woman was frightened at this moment.

"WHO'S..?" Inspiration sounds curious.

"It's Melati Bang." Answer's soft.

"Oohh Jasmine? why did you call me? your husband is dead, isn't he? that's why you called me. You want to go back to me, right? all right I'll be there, wait for me at your house."

"Bang, bang .!"

"Your husband is dead now!"

Tut's..

Call disconnected.

Melati is getting anxious and unsettled. Calling Ilham frightened her even more. Why did Ilham say Mas Ardhi was dead. Is that really in his dream?

Melati could not hold back her sad emotions anymore. Tears had fallen soaking his pale cheeks. He must be assured of the words of inspiration. Melati called Ilham's number again. And it turns out that Ilham's phone is no longer active.

TB