
To the iceokan Harinya, the middle of Agis is enjoying his cigarette. Accompanied by a cup of coffee, which Risma made.
His mind drifted everywhere, he was no longer working in the office he was now just a porters building owned by the contractor.
He brewed his coffee, that morning Agis didn't work. Risma who hangs clothes saw her husband's behavior felt terrible.
The agis that he knew first, that was naively gentle and joking had disappeared somewhere. There was only Agis who was arrogant, had no heart or little pity for his wife.
Risma, complaining about the situation let alone seeing herself who was pregnant. Even working is not possible, but she needs a fee to give birth to her child.
Risma decided to become a washing worker instead of waiting for a gift of money from her uncertain husband.
Risma went around the compound near the cost, her legs were tired. The heat made his head more dizzy. He was hiding under a tree
'Why my life is like this, my parents don't care about me anymore. They only want my money' Inner Risma thought of her fate.
It's true that Risma's parents still contact them, but only to ask for remittances. Risma's parents have been bankrupt since 1 month ago, the debts are so much that his father had to stop working.
The luxury house he used to live in, the luxury car that his parents used to ride out of town must be forced to sell. Because, paying the debt was not enough so that Risma's favorite motorcycle was also sold. It's not all that can pay off his father's debt to the loan shark.
Risma was shocked by the voice of the woman she was very familiar with.
"Why Ris?" Ask the woman
Risma looked at her feet to the end of her face. She's Melda
"I only rest for a moment here, tired after a day around the complex offering washing services" replied Risma resigned
"Is your husband not working" Melda asked later
"Come, today he wants to rest" replied Risma. His eyes were looking far away for what he thought.
"You should rest at home instead of work" Melda said.
Risma looked at the face of her best friend, Melda more beautiful face slimmer and thin makeup made her more graceful.
Unlike Risma, her long hair was never taken care of like before. His face may have long since felt the softness of the doctor's skincare cream again.
"But the circumstances that make me have to work, I'm not good with Mas Agis. My parents always ask for money from him he never complained about it all" replied Risma recounted her circumstances.
Melda just nodded, she understood how sad her best friend was.
he did not dare to continue his question which would later make Risma even sadder.
"You are here yourself" asked Risma to Melda
"It just so happens that Mas Re has a project in this house. I'm here to check and record what needs to be recorded to be handed to him" Melda replied calmly
"Oh, Mas re? You mean Renaldi sir?" Ask Risma again
"yes, we will get married next month you will come yes" Melda replied while showing the ring that was embedded in the sweet day.
Risma smiles whether it's a happy smile or a smile that doesn't like it, but Melda thinks that Risma is still her best friend as before. Even though he has managed to snatch his lover or ex-lover in a sneaky way.