Husband Cold But Attention

Secretly Loving Ex Husband

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Chapter 1 Tragedy Entrance Got

The next week Marisa gets an annual leave from the company where she works which she just took this year. Marisa has no vacation plans. However, due to the insistence of her sister, Marqisa who invited her for a vacation, Marisa finally filled her break with a vacation to a beach in West Java, namely Pangandaran Beach.

Marisa and Marqisa decided to leave by boarding a travel service that can take her to the destination. With permission from both her parents, Marisa and Marqisa finally leave.

"We went on holiday first, yes, Mom, sir. Assalamualaikum," both sides are compact.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you are careful there, may you be safe on the way," said Ms. Mariam as she waved her hand in the accompaniment of Mr. Maryana who also waved for her two daughters.

The journey to Pangandaran beach is quite long, about approximately 7.5 hours. All of that is traversed by travel with various obstacles, namely jammed and queued when on the toll.

"Finally up, after a long journey" muttered Marqisa, slamming her body on a middle-class hotel mattress. His face up to the ceiling of the hotel enjoying the cool air-conditioned room.

"Come, let's enjoy the welcome drink from the hotel, brother is thirsty," take Marisa a few minutes ago when one of the hotel waiters delivered two drinks to the room occupied by Marisa and Marqisa.

"Well, fresh," said Marqisa, holding the cup over her mouth. Marina shook her head with the silly behavior of the sister who spent her drink until the toilet so that it was ridden in her mouth.

"Come, before we take a walk on the beach, we better take a shower first. Then after that we have lunch," said Marisa took her sister to take a shower before a walk.

"Asikkk, walk! Once someone caught up, yes, sister, duren," Marqisa chuckled with a laugh.

"Ihhh, what the hell is Qis, you want to dance a widower here? We're having fun again not looking for a widower. You're a widower, aren't you?" sergeant Marisa to Marqisa who he thought was speaking carelessly.

"The young are not for me, brother. But for the widow's five-year-old brother, ehehehehe," he threw himself into the bathroom of the hotel for fear of being crushed by a pillow by the older brother.

"Huhhhh, Marqisa, I am a five-year-old widow, mocked. Watch out, yes, know the taste later," he was annoyed to see his sister running towards the bathroom.

After the two of them took a bath and dressed up as simple city girls, they both immediately exited the hotel room and locked the hotel door with a card.

They walked together, Marisa was in front while receiving a phone call from her mother. While Marqisa was behind him while her eyes were clearly enjoying the atmosphere of the hotel hallway. For a moment Marqisa was stunned as her eyes were fixed on hotel room number 109. From that door came an adult man who, as he was known, was with a little boy about five years old.

"Mas Raka, it looks like it's Mas Raka. Ah, that's right Mas Raka." Marqisa guessed while observing the adult man who had just come out of the hotel room of the tourist spot. Marqisa believes the little boy with her is the son of the man she calls Mas Raka, her former sister-in-law five years ago.

"Mas Raka must have been on a vacation to this beach with his wife. Well, it's bad that Sister Marisa found out and met Mas Raka. The cold war address will start again."

On the beach, they both enjoyed it. Chasing like ABG and playing sand. Sometimes the waves of the beach are pursued by Marqisa with her distinctive coquettish laughter.

"Sister Risa, my photo, yes, if the waves have been installed. Take a picture of him when I jump, yeah." Marqisa gave direction to her brother like the Photographer. Marisa just nodded slowly, forced to follow her sister.

"Come, brother, we take a photo together, ask for help from the coffee seller's mother," he pointed to a mother-mother coffee seller on the beach. Marisa agrees and tries to ask the coffee seller's mother for help.

"Snap, snap." They managed to take some photos by the mother of the beach coffee seller.

"Thank you, yes, ma'am" said Marisa while looking at the shots of the coffee seller's mother. Marisa seemed to smile when she saw the results of the photo of the mother, she was amazed by the good results of the photo.

"Well, that's great, brother. It turns out that the mother of the coffee seller was good at taking pictures that fit, huh? The result is beautiful too." Marqisa praised the shots of the coffee maker's mother. Marisa was also very satisfied with the results of the mother's shots.

"Come, brother, let's go to the hotel room, I want to boker." Suddenly Marqisa complains about shitting.

"Here alone, even kebelet if you have to go to the hotel first. Come, hurry. It's in front of the toilet, you're there, the boker," Marisa said to a signpost. Marisa did not argue, she immediately rushed towards the toilet.

Because he was bored, Marisa who had to wait for the long brother, prank he took a walk to the park around the hotel where they were staying. The garden at this hotel is dominated by almost 90% flowering plants, in addition to fragrant and beautiful Marisa is very fond of the flowers. There are Dahlia and Zinitia flowers and others.

     When Marisa is about to step towards the Dahlia flower, suddenly a little girl runs after a balloon that flies and falls into a one meter tall got.

     Unfortunately, the little girl's feet fell and fell into the cave. So that the danger is inevitable.Marisa of course shocked and reflex ran towards the little girl fell. Then the sound of the screams of the beautiful boy and the screams of Marisa were both alarming.

"Awwww," the boy screamed.

"Awasss," cried Marisa in shock as she ran towards the child who had fallen into the got one meter deep. It is worth falling, the width of the got is only as wide as one meter, so it is difficult if you have to step over small legs and still short as a child.

     For a moment Marisa thought to herself, "Where are these little girl's parents? They don't watch their kids play."

The little boy stretched out in tears, Marisa called out to him as she reached out her hand. But it seemed like the child's legs were sprained so that they could not stand up. With a high sense of compassion, Marisa finally went down into the got to help the little boy ride.

"Little sister, let's help. Big sister just carry, yes, because it looks like your leg is hurting," Marisa reached out her hand. The little boy could only nod while grimacing.

Marisa held the little boy, then prepared to climb the one meter tall got. Not to forget the balloon that the child was chasing was raised as well. Because there was no grip that could help him hold on, Marisa finally decided to put the little boy first on the ground beside the balloon.

"Come, you sit here first, you have to raise your legs to get to the surface of this land" he said. As Marisa was about to ascend, suddenly a hand reached out for her help. Who her?