JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Angga Confession

"We will return again in this place" whispered the Lord in his ear. The God's hand on Nisa's shoulder was like explaining the man's feelings.

The god looked at his ex-wife from the side, while Nisa was still looking towards the front. I don't know what caught his attention. Even though the Kecak dance performance is finished, even some of the audience has left their seats and chose to join their tour troupe.

The god was a little surprised to see his ex-wife. If Nisa was enjoying the sun that was almost slipping in her contest, why was there no expression in those eyes? Unblinking and his face flat.

Nisa released the handrails of the God on her shoulder. Instead of slashing into the man's chest, like God's hope. He stood up and moved away from where they were sitting.

Nisa's movement had provoked the emotions of the Gods. However, the man's consciousness returned to his brain, while Nisa said, "I have to go home, Wa, today as well."

Nisa's face was still as flat as before, but her words were firm, serious, and full of emphasis.

Making the God hypnotized suddenly and without much talk, immediately brought the mother of his son back to the hotel where he was staying.

***

After picking Nina up at her oma house, Nisa immediately tidied up the clothes she brought to Bali. Although the clock has shown at nine o'clock at night, but the movement of his hands does not show signs of drowsiness or fatigue.

Unlike the little girl who has slept with her nanny. El is busy in front of his computer. According to Karta, El did not invite his friend to stay at home. The plan failed because Angga did not move following Nisa in Bali.

A jewelry box sticking out, when Nisa opened the dresser drawer. The red box then opened slowly. Beautiful pendant with beautiful diamonds embedded there.

If only harmony was still in the marriage bond with Angga, maybe Nisa would cry happily to get such a luxurious gift. But now, that thing no longer arouses the heart of Nisa in the slightest.

The necklace can be at any time he gets at the jewelry store, but where should Nisa look for love and passion Angga? There is no store that sells both.

Nisa closed the jewelry box. The woman put the box back in the drawer, then locked it like that.

I don't know how long Nisa has been asleep, when she wakes up Angga has not gone home or has gone home, but does not want to sleep in the same room. Nisa steps out to find her husband.

Not usually Angga come home this late and if he does not go home, Angga will definitely give it up first.

Nisa sighed softly when she found out her husband was asleep on the desk with his laptop still on. He slowly approached Angga. She had to tiptoe because she didn't want to wake her husband. Seeing Angga's sleeping face, Nisa's heart touched.

Paras were plain and looked exhausted. Tired of having to work hard to support this family

Unknowingly Nisa's hand gently stroked her husband's face. Ah ... Love for Angga still resides in his soul, even though the man has disappointed him many times. What is the meaning of Nisa's disappointment, when compared to the tired Angga who lived for years.

Suddenly Nisa flinched, her body pushed back violently. Almost fell, if his hands were not nimble to hold his body against the wall.

He looked at the Angga, what's wrong? He just wanted to give a kiss on Angga's forehead as an expression of his gratitude.

"Astagfirullah, sorry, sorry, Deck!" Hurrying towards Angga approaches Nisa. Want to help his wife.

"Mas, why, anyway? Am I so scary that Mas has to push me?"

"Oh my God, no, no, Deck. I had a dream of being chased by people" Angga explained feeling bad.

Seeing the wrong level of Angga made Nisa feel pity. I don't know where the anger went.

"Break in the room, Mas. Let me settle down here," bargained Nisa.

"No need, Dek," said Angga, hurriedly closing the laptop screen.

"There's still something I need to finish. You go in first."

Nisa could only sigh, before passing away leaving Angga acting strangely.

***

"Mom, outside there are journalists, nyariin mother," bik Narti told Nisa.

Nisa scrunched her forehead. "Journalist? find Mister perhaps, Bik."

"No, Mom, he's looking for Mom."

"I? How many people?"

"Yes, Mom. Just one man, really, Mom."

"Well, Mom," said bik Narti. His old leg moved forward.

Meanwhile, Nisa immediately contacted Angga.

"What?! The reporters? What's up?!"

"No, you know. Narti's bik again tell me to come in."

"Without?! How are you, Dek. It's so easy to get strangers in! What if he's a fake journalist? Get rid of!"

"Lho, what, nyolot so, anyway, Mas? Mas, take it easy God is all safe. Let me take responsibility if something happens. Assalamu alaikum," looks Nisa. Hang up.

"Mom, the reporter's waiting in the living room." Bik Narti stood in the doorway telling Nisa.

"Ok, I'll be down soon" said Nisa while fixing her makeup. He was more excited to meet the reporter. Want to know what makes Angga so upset to hear his residence the arrival of journalists.

Suppose the time can be turned back, Nisa more obeyed the words of her husband.

***

Meanwhile, in the cold and cool work room, Angga's forehead seemed wet by the sweat . Without wasting much time, the man snatched the car keys and cell phone quickly.

His concentration was gone, the stuff on his desk was falling.

"You're rude, Pradipta!" pekik Angga full of anger.

He rushed out, his emotions had reached the crown.

This has to stop! Don't let the reporter say anything!

***

"Don't touch me!" hardik Nisa on Angga. His face not only paled, but turned strange.

"Dek, listen to it__"

"Who is that woman, my friend? Tell me who he is!" nisa Whine. The reporter was looking for him with strange questions.

"Listen-heard Mr. Angga, have an Affair. How does your mother respond as her wife?"

Like lightning during the day, the question was successful in making Nisa stiffen. He was evasive, even still trying to save the good name Angga. However, when the reporter showed a picture of her husband entering a hotel, Nisa was still silent. Naturally a businessman goes into such a place, Angga could meet invitations from other companies.

"Even when his own wife and secretary do not know the meeting schedule. Pak Angga didn't even tell me anything, even though mom was in Bali?"

Nisa's head is really dizzy, is that guest a journalist or a cop? It's like being interrogated. If only this was not about Angga, he had expelled the journalist.

And Nisa was completely silent, when a photo taken from CCTV footage showed a person struggling on her husband's shoulders. When I got out of the hotel in the middle of the night.

He could not recognize who the person was, only his posture was high, wearing a jacket, hat and wide sunglasses.

Angga lowered his head, his neck was broken, so he could not see the face of Nisa who was hurt.

"Not, like that, Deck. I was having an affair ...." Angga could not continue his sentence.

"Who's the girl?" cecar Nisa is irritated. Angga had not given him a satisfactory answer.

And then, Angga just shook his head answering his wife's question.

"So you're having an affair with a widow?" Nisa asked back. If Angga is not having an affair with a girl, it is definitely with a widow!

But Angga's answer was completely beyond the minds of Nisa and Angga as if he was throwing her to the farthest planet from the solar system.

"Pradipta's not a widow, she's a widower!" angga replied while dropping his back on the wall.

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