Husband's girlfriend!

Missing the Ex

Nilam is not asleep. He had just accompanied Tommy into his bed. Nilam enveloped Tommy who looked curled up in the cold. The man was not doing well but always trying to look healthy in front of Nilam.

Nilam went to the balcony of the Villa, sipping on the warm tea he had just made. During his stay at the villa, he took good care of Tommy. Serving food, helping Tommy perform various activities that are hampered because his body is sometimes weak and demanding illegal drugs.

Nilam also opened the internet, looking at ways of dealing with patients with a history like Tommy. Sometimes, the man's body is cold hot, more often shivering even though the day is not raining.

Now, Tommy had calmed down, had fallen asleep quite soundly after struggling with the sudden sense of sadness. Nilam's phone rang, he saw a phone call from a number that was not stored in the contact.

"Who the hell's calling these nights?" ask Nilam to himself.

The first and second calls he ignored, but when the phone came back ringing, finally, Nilam picked it up.

"Who?" nilam asked somewhat annoyed.

"Me, Lam,"

Nilam closed his eyes for a moment.

"What's up, Ndra?"

"I'm just kangen. I want to hear your voice."

Nilam was eager to spout the hot tea in his hand onto Indra's face. How dare he say that when they are no longer in a relationship.

"Geez, Ndra, don't brag much. Besides, you're not who I am anymore. Don't forget, we're divorced. Between you and me there's no connection anymore!"

Nilam turned off his phone and went back inside. He immediately lay on the sofa leisurely across from Tommy's bed. The large sofa is very comfortable for Nilam.

While at his parents' residence, Indra became pensive. He also did not stop hearing Marissa grumbling because he did not accept Indra giving her ATM card.

At a time like this, Indra became regretful, remembering Nilam who was no longer his wife. Nilam is very different from Marissa. Only Indra realized that Marissa could not do anything as a wife. Every day he complains. What he gives is never satisfactory. There is always something wrong.

Especially now that they live in their mother's house. His mother also often quarreled with Marissa.

"Nothing. You go to bed first, Ris. I want to be here."

"Think of Nilam again? I'm sick of hearing you call Nilam every time I sleep. Then of you daydreaming here think of the woman, mending you invite your mother to talk. Tell your mother I don't want to do all the housework alone! You have a sister, Ndra, you said dong to help me! I have to do everything anyway?!"

Hearing Marissa protest, Indra became increasingly dizzy. He pulls his jacket over the wooden swing on the porch and leaves leaving Marissa, who is already screaming in loyalty, telling him to come back.

Indra grabbed the key of the motorbike, he no longer had a car because it was sold to pay for his mother's home loan. Indra walked towards Nilam's house first, but he was surprised to see the residents were different.

"Nilam sold the house?" ask Indra to herself.

He's a real nelangsa at the moment. Like wanting to throw all the memories between them first. With lethargy, Indra returned to her mother's house. Marissa was waiting for him in the room, ready to bombard him with questions.

"You're from meeting that woman?!" cecar Marissa while following Indra's quick steps towards their room.

"Udahlah, do not nanya that no. I'm tired, Ris!"

"My answer is, Ndra!"

Indra looked at Marissa panted and then stood up and challenged her eyes.

"Yes, I miss Nilam! I realize now, Nilam is the best! I'm sorry I married you, Ris! After the divorce with Nilam, it's just a hard time that I got from you!"

"What did you say, Ndra?! You don't remember the time you seduced me to live with you?! I should be the one who's sorry! Especially now that our lives are arranged with your mother! I'm sick!"

"Oh, sick? If you're sick of going!" Challenge Indra.

Marissa clenched her hand, she chose not to serve Indra anymore. He also did not know where to go if he parted with Indra. Especially now that she is no longer the career woman she used to be.

Indra also chose to sleep in the living room, he was tired of arguing with Marissa. In his mind, too, was only Nilam's face. He misses his ex-wife. But to invite Nilam to refer, of course, is impossible. Indra rubbed his face, he looked very tired.