
This afternoon in the apartment Ibra, after a great quarrel with his wife, Ataya decided to go home to her parents who were in Bandung.
Ibra just fell silent while continuing to steady her sky-lagit room with a blank look.
His heart feels empty and very empty, especially no figure who likes to ask for snacks every afternoon, or activities at home as usual.
His apartment was completely deep into the silence.
Ibra, who constantly contacted his wife, did not get any results, he repeatedly sent messages and phone calls, but Ibra could have an inactive Ataya phone.
But suddenly his phone shook.
...My wife's....
💌I just got to.
One message from Ataya however can make his heart a little calm.
There was a little pleasure, when he knew Ataya had arrived safely even though his heart was not good because of his quarrel this morning.
^^^💌You've eaten baby?.^^^
Ibra replies back to Ataya's message, but when Ibra waits for a reply, she no longer gets it.
Ibra knows that now Ataya is really disappointed in him, although Ataya can still smile before actually leaving, still deep in her eyes is a considerable disappointment.
Ibra really does not know what to do now and how to do.
Do I have to follow him to bandung, but how would Ataya refuse to take him home. His voice was soft, his hands were constantly wringing rubbing his face rough.
The dark night had greeted, Ibra who had just been silent, cut off to go to her parents' house, she did not know where to go at this time .
His feet began to step out, when he opened the door, seen someone who was standing there, who wanted to press the bell button of his apartment.
"Ibra, are you okay?" Nadia asked, her hands directly touching the man's cheeks.
"What the hell, it's not so obvious!" Ibra brushed Nadia's hand off.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? here I bring in food to your tribe." Obviously Nadia was a little nervous about Ibra's treatment of her.
"No, you just take it back there!" Reject Ibra.
"Darling but I've brought this for you." Nadia pleads for Ibra to take food from her.
"I thought I'd go." Ibra's eyes whizzed, then slammed into Nadia's shoulder and left.
"Why are you, you love me so much?!" Nadia Cecar.
Ibra immediately stopped his steps when he heard what Nadia said.
"Yes, and I'm a fool who can-can his dear to the rich model girl lo Nad!" Ibra is obviously full of emphasis.
"But your wife has left you, Ibra!"Nadia started screaming.
The man sharpened his gaze with a slight narrowing of his eyes.
"Know where you are, Ataya's gone?" Ibra asked, while walking closer to Nadia back.
Realizing he was uncovering his own secrets Nadia was seen flirting.
"Well! e-emang Ataya is really going well?" Nadia pretended to ask with a nervous smile.
"What are your plans, Nadia?"Ibra asked back.
"I-I don't have any plans." Nadia flutters with a small paddle on her head.
"Is this all your meddling?"Ibra asked with great emphasis.
"Yes Ibra, this is all my plan!" It was clear with tears that had soaked the cheeks. "I'll keep mine Ibra, I'll make Ataya get away from you." Strictly Nadia shouted.
"What are you doing?!" Ibra Cecar.
"That night I picked up a phone call from your wife." Nadia looked into Ibra's eyes.
"You're crazy Nadia." Firm Ibra.
"Come back to me Ibra, please." Nadia started crying.
"Ibra!" Nadia's screams filled the hallway of the apartment.
Lucky today the state of the apartment is very quiet, if not Ibra and Nadia will be a free spectacle for the unit owners there.
His feet continued to step towards his car park.
Then riding at a very high speed, again he regretted his actions to Ataya.
"I slapped him because I got out of control, not because I bought Nadia." Her hand hit the car steering date.
"Ataya must have thought I slapped her for defending Nadia. Bodo very lo Ibra!" Shouts her in the car.
The car continues to go at high speed. After half an hour he traveled, now Ibra has arrived at the mansion owned by his parents.
Ibra got down the car in a hurry, and walked quickly into the house.
"Why are you Ibra?" Ruli is a little weird with her son's attitude.
"Bah, please Ibra" he said as he approached Ruli who was sitting on the living room sofa.
"What, what's going on? where's your wife?" Ruli also panicked.
"Ataya went to Bandung itself." Clearly his made Amira who was walking towards them startled.
"Ataya to bandung? alone?!" amira's great-grandson. "Can't you?"
"we fight, Ibra's out of control!"speak in a soft voice.
Amira and Ruli also throw each other a confused look.
"Ibrae,...Ibra nampar Ataya pah!" Ibra explained in a soft voice.
"What?!" Amira and Ruli together .
"You're crazy Ibra!" Clearly Ruli with a disappointed look to Ibra.
"Udah pah's, man,.. Ibra let's obrolin in the family room yeah." Amira tries to calm her two.
The three of them immediately headed towards the living room.
"What's the problem?" Ask Amira.
Hearing a question from Amira, Ibra also immediately explained the incident from the beginning. Ibra, jealous of Ataya, dies after they return home from the hospital, this morning, slapping Ataya in front of Nadia.
Hearing Ibra Ruli's explanation just speechless and continuously rubbed her face, there was a bit of disbelief and disappointment to her child.
"Your age is twenty-eight years old, be mature because many relationships are ruined because of misunderstanding." Ruli advises Ibra.
"So Ibra should how reward?" Ask Ibra.
"Pick up your wife tomorrow, take responsibility for your own actions." Clearly Ruli.
Amira was only speechless to hear the conversation of her son and husband, she was very worried about the existence of Ataya, let alone she was pregnant big, how could she go through her own difficult day.
"Kalo Ataya doesn't want to come home, how is the reward?" worry was evident on Ataya's husband's face.
"Yes if you don't want to tell, this person is your fault. Oddly enough, men can never be assertive? wife is bullied ex-boyfriend ko diem!" said Ruli ketus.
"Is it Ibra?" the man pointed to himself.
"Well, you're the one who got Ibrahim wrong!" Clearly Ruli.
"We've already talked about this tomorrow, now we're restless." Amira.
Tonight Ibra decided not to go home to her apartment.
Plans tomorrow morning Ibra will go to Bandung to pick up Ataya, although later his wife does not want to be brought home, which is important he has a little trying.
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