Frisson

Number not known

...Zia...

Number not known? Wh who? ask me when a foreign number sends something to my phone. At first I didn't want to open it, but the tone of the incoming message made me curious. I grabbed that phone.

I opened a message that didn't seem like it was a written message without feeling weird. But when I opened it clearly, I saw a lot of photos that made me thump like to get angry. That's a photo of Hanen with Kayla. So right now Han is not meeting a business friend but meeting that woman?

Han, you ... are still meeting that woman without my knowledge? I close my eyes. I was angry, but I felt like crying was also free. This isn't the first time. Although there were no tears and tears, my heart still hurt.

Now romantic drama movies are no longer a fun treat. Mood went bad after seeing the message. I don't have to take pictures like this. At least I can ask the person who sent me the photo. My hands move fast. Press the call button on the number that just sent the message.

No one answered. I tried one more time. Still same. People there don't want to answer my phone calls. Is he Kayla's man, or .. is he Kayla herself? That woman still wants Han?

Unknowingly my hand gently stroked my distended stomach. Like trying to calm the feeling of displeasure when he saw what his father was doing in the back.

The phone in my hand rang. It makes me feel sad because I'm pensive. There's mama's name.

"Honey .. Where are you?"

"At home, Ma."

"really? Then why is Han so hard to call?" grouse mama. Maybe Han accidentally turned off his phone to hide his whereabouts with Kayla.

"But Han's not home, Ma."

"Today? Then you're alone, baby?" ask mama to worry.

"There's a aunt, Ma" I said. Yep. I'm not alone. There was a maid accompanying in the back room. Maid who came from the house of in-laws to work here.

"Where the hell is Hanen. Instead of accompanying his pregnant wife even wandering. Mama's going there to deliver the brownie cake that you made. Mama thinks Hanen can come here to pick it up, but it's not at home."

"Mama can tell the driver. I'll wait outside. Or tomorrow morning, Zia's going to mama's house." I'm trying to figure out a way to keep mom from showing up in this house. My mind is not in a good state. Of course I want to go to the room and sleep instead of having to meet other people.

"Mama also want to see the situation you love ...," said the mother who unconsciously disappointed me. Going to in-laws may be a gift. Because it could be out there a lot of daughter-in-law who is not expected in-laws. Not the intention of rejecting his arrival, but my mood does not support to be stale.

"Then, Zia will wait." I finally had to resign. Let him visit me. I'm breathing tired. Still thinking about Han's picture with Kayla. What's wrong with you, Han? Want to repeat old memories? Want to hurt me again?

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I waited for my mom to come. Looking forward to Han's return. But I still want to meet him. If the photos were true, now he must be having fun. Whatever. This is not the first time I have been hurt. I'll be strong.

My feet stopped stepping because it wasn't my mom. I let him open the fence and start walking into the yard. A little surprised to find me in front of the terrace.

"Why is it outside, Zi?" ask Gara worriedly. "Cold outside. You should be inside. It's just brownies. You don't have to wait for him seriously."

"Yes," I said briefly. I extended my hand to grab the colored packet in Gara's hand. I wanted to grab that inn and immediately enter without needing to let this man stop by. It's a surprise because I kept the package away from me. My head looks up.

"You won't let me in first, Zi?" asked Gara with her eyeballs staring deeply at me. It's keeping me down.

"It's starting the night. You have to go home." I can't look into his eyeballs when I say this. "Han doesn't exist anyway."

"I know," he answered, to my surprise. My eyeballs were pointing at him uncontrollably. Know it? Know where? "Let me sit here for a few minutes. On this patio chair," point Gara at the seat near where we stand. His eyes pleaded with me very much. Until I finally couldn't resist.

"Sit down."

"Thank you." Because she smiled relievedly. He sat down first and placed the package he carried on a small table between two chairs on the terrace. I want to go inside to ask auntie to make you a drink. "Just sit. No need to do anything. Let aunt sleep." He knows. I finally sat in the chair. I straightened my eyes not wanting to look at him. "All right, Zi?" ask Gara lirih suddenly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"really?"

"Why doubt my happiness?" ask me while venturing to look towards him. I don't agree. For looking at me. It seems that he has not let go of his eyes on me.

"I'm worried, Zi." His eyes were shady when he said it. Oh, Gara. You don't have to show such an expression.

"There's Han as my husband. You don't have to worry about me, Ga. He'll do it." I cast a glance towards the front so as not to be swept away with her gentle gaze.

"Just because Han is your husband, I doubt he can do it" Gara said with deep pressure. I looked at him with a frown.

"Stop saying that, Ga."

"You don't know what he's doing when he's not with you. Like now when he's not home" said Gara with his fiery eyeballs. I shut my mouth tight. I know Ga. I-i know. I know what Han did tonight.

"He's with Kayla, Zi."

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