I Accept His Marriage

Staking out

One. two three days passed since the raid, all returned to normal. Kiana's condition had recovered and her sadness had been forgotten.

This morning as usual all the children Santi busy with their respective activities. Kiana is busy taking care of herself to go to the office while Kiara is busy preparing to teach at a simple school located not far from her home. While Santi, he was busy in the kitchen to prepare his wares today.

Across the street, a black luxury car parked at six in the morning was already there. He deliberately came just to observe the figure of the girl who had stolen his heart because of the kindness of his heart.

"According to the information it's the host." Malik said to Sandy who was still observing the simple house.

"Just a little shophouse with a food stall in front of him." Sandy said she felt sad, for some reason she was a little rethinking about her nonsensical plan that would match her son to the girl who had helped him a few days ago. Because Sandy knew, the son would definitely refuse with the reason not equal.

"Have you seen the girl leave for the office?"

Malik shook his head. "No sir, according to the info I know from the person closest to her, the girl left for the office on foot towards the terminal."

"A very simple girl." Sandy.

"Can we get a little closer, I want to see his family's activities. " Malik obeyed the orders of his superior. Early in the morning Malik had gotten a secret assignment from the big boss without Kenan's knowledge. Sandy accidentally asks Malik for help, because Sandy knows that Malik has a lot of information about the employees in his company.

"Malik, you promised to keep this a secret from Kenan." Sandy said making sure that today's events are safe.

"Good sir."

Across the street, Sandy begins to see Kiara leaving for school on her motorcycle. Kiara does have her own motorcycle as a result of her hard work saving. Kiara often offers a ride, but Kiana always refuses on the grounds that she does not want to bother her sister.

"Sister, are you sure you don't want me to screw?"

Kiana shook her head. " No need, I'm on foot to be healthy." Kiana Sahut.

"huh.. strange base, yes I've left first yes." Kiara greeted the older brother and then she found the mother who was in the shop to say goodbye.

Continued with a goodbye Kiana and then walk to the office.

"Why does one use the other motorcycle on foot?" Sandy said she felt strange about the sight she saw.

"Kiana is indeed a simple girl and does not want to trouble others master and one more, she is responsible for all her mistakes." Added Malik.

"really?" Malik nodded, then recounted the incident a few months ago at the restaurant, then the incident of Kiana who fought Kenan while in Malaysia, until the incident Kiana was willing to walk back home just because the task was left behind, Malik also told Sandy.

"Good, she's a patient girl, this is what I'm really looking for." Inner Sandy. But when the resolve was unanimous, he again remembered a caste and a position that was the boundary between their families.

There, Santi tied the hair he accidentally painted with blonde to create a youthful impression on him who was forty-five years old.

"You want ape?" Santi's voice sighed again.

"I want to borrow money, my wife is sick." Fandi put on a hardened face hoping that Santi would give him money.

"Hey, what's my business with your wife, I'm sorry I don't care about any of your business anymore."

"Hey. You humans don't use." Shouted Santi when he found out Fandi had managed to take the contents of his wallet, then left Santi.

"Hey, you useless human being, I don't want my money to be taken for granted. " Santi cried again, this time crying. She weeps for her fate that somehow must be entangled by the tyranny of her ex-husband.

"Who is Malik?" Sandy questioned the incident. Malik shook his head.

"I don't know, sir, but something seems to have happened to cause the mother to cry."

Sandy took steps to get out of the car. "Follow me, we're pretending to buy boiled noodles for the merchandise."

"Good sir." Malik obeyed the orders of his superiors.

Santi is still grieving his fate, lamenting his once misstep in choosing a life partner. He was daydreaming, trying to calm his heart that was suddenly in a state of turmoil. This is not the first time Fandi took Santi's money, this is the umpteenth time. Even Fandi always gave his debts to Santi, even though he did not live with Santi anymore.

"Excuse me, ma'am order his boiled bakmie two. Sorry this bakmie was halal, right?" Ask Malik to make sure. Santi does not look like a Muslim.

"Oh, bakmie here is halal, I am Muslim, my hair is a war like a westerner. " Santi moved and immediately prepared the bakmie that was ordered.

As long as Sandy sat down she unceasingly looked at Santi. It was as if he had seen Santi before, but he hesitated to be sure.

"Santi." Said Sandy hesitated, until Sandy who faintly heard the remark also replied.

"Yes. Eh.. how do you know my name?" Santi was surprised because he did not put a signboard in his shop. Malik also spontaneously looked around looking for a sign that read Santi.

"I'm Sandy Prasetya, boiled peanuts do you remember?" Sandy tried to remind her of her initials when they were in school. Santi once sold boiled peanuts just to try to live a difficult life when the father was already rich.

"Sandy, yes I remember you." Santi immediately saw it.

"How are you? which husband?" Ask her back, she wanted to make sure how the man who had taken Santi from her was.

"I'm divorced from him." Santi said softly, he felt ashamed to say this with Sandy. Because, twenty years ago Santi ever proudly accept Fandi with the reason of comfort, until he left Sandy who at that time was still busy pioneering the career of the father.

"Why? husband is the man who just made you cry?"

Santi.

"I didn't see it on purpose."

"Hemmm yeah, he's my ex-husband, we split up because of my incompatibility with him, which makes me excited." Santi Obviously. Sandy was silent.

"We meet again."Inner Sandy, then she sat with Malik and Sandy eat, then they told a long story about the school days and the good times they had carved both.

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