
After the incident the Moon never ordered Tata to take food for her. The incident made the Moon ashamed because he had lied to Mr. Raditya, he was going to be punished for his lies. And the Moon begged him not to give a severe punishment, so he had to run around three rounds, it felt very tired because this residence was too wide for the Moon to run.
Just one round the Moon was tired, sweat soaked his body.
After completing his sentence, the Moon immediately cleansed his body. He soaked in the bathtub with drops of aroma therapy makes the moon relax and closed both eyes because tired after running around this residence.
She was eager to curse her husband who had dared to punish her for trivial mistakes. When she was upset imagine her husband's face flashed, the moon smiled he did not lie to her that Mr. Raditya was so handsome, dashing and dignified. But it's too cold to interact with him.
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After finishing cleaning himself, the Moon decided to take a walk around this house. The feeling of boredom is always felt the moon, he just fell silent and saw the people who are doing their job.
"Huh, so bosen. I want to go for a walk," said Remabulan softly, and at that time he remembered his family who had no idea how long he had not met or heard his voice. Mr. Raditya cut off his communication with his parents. his cellphone which was confiscated by Mr. Raditya and bought a new one only has his phone number, making the Moon increasingly hate the man who had arbitrarily separated between him and his parents.
"Kangen Mamah and Papah, how are you now" said the Moon in tears.
Stepping slowly unaccompanied by Tata, the Moon wants to eliminate his boredom while in this house. He wants to go home and meet his parents. But again the Moon can only surrender with its fate. Her life now is not as free as when she was a carefree and cheerful girl.
"Am I going to my father-in-law's house!! And asked her for help to go home for a while, "the idea was to remember her father-in-law.
The moon glanced at his first wife's room, there was a sense of happiness and pleasure to see Siska not blessed by his father-in-law Papah. And made himself his only son-in-law.
"Emang good to be a wife is not considered ", said Rembulan slowly. He chuckles if he imagines the face of Siska who is always upset if he meets her there is a talk that always makes the head of the Moon feel like it wants to break because of the chatter from the mouth of Siska.
When wanting to pass from Siska's room, Rembulan was surprised to see Mr. Raditya out of his pavilion Kak Siska, immediately Rembulan hid so as not to be found out if he was around his first wife's room.
"Cuih, said he was not interested, what the hell is he out of the place Kak Siska. Sok-soan nolak at the back want too, lizard bottom of the stump," said the Moon to Mr. Raditya.
When the Moon cursed Mr. Raditya from behind a tall ornamental urn, it made the Moon feel in tinkering with the words that yesterday had taken its sanctity.
when he wants to step and go from here, he does not want to be caught and seen by Siska if he is around his room can be more angry. Just a few steps he was shocked by the hand that patted his shoulder.
Had he been caught by someone if he was around his room Kak Siska, had enough of him punished for trivial problems and the Moon did not want it to happen again to him.
"What are you doing here?" ask a man who is not Mr. Raditya's voice but someone else's but the Moon has heard it.
He turned his body around wanting to see that person who shocked himself who wanted to leave here.
"You're Mr. Raditya's sister, right" asked Rembulan to make sure if his words were correct.
"Yes, I'm Chiko who fought with you yesterday" said the man who reminded his little wife of the older brother who had a fight with him yesterday.
"Oh, yes. I remember, you're the one who made my hand hurt,"
the moon answered, remembering it.
"It's good if you remember, because of you I was punished by my brother, who cut my pocket money only because of his wife," the man upset.
"Who are you first" said the Moon does not want to be blamed.
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Why are you here? Again lusty... I reportin you...