
Gibran went straight to the room that Arumi had said. Arriving at Arumi's doorstep, he knocked on her slowly.
Arumi opened the door and saw Gibran standing behind the door. Gibran immediately hugged Arumi and kissed his wife's cheek.
"Why don't you talk to Bandung."
"I once said to Mas if this month going to Bandung for a reunion, maybe the busyness makes Mas forget," said Arumi flat.
At first Arumi went to Bandung to avoid Gibran so that he could reflect on how much he loved Gibran. Is it worth it that the man is forgiven? Will he give the man a second chance?
Finally after hearing the story from Alana, the woman was sure it would not take her time to reflect, she had been able to decide if Gibran did not deserve a second chance. All this time the man had taken advantage of his sincere love by lying and betraying himself.
Arumi let go of her husband's embrace. It used to be a hug from Gibran that warmed him very much but not for now. The hug hurt for him. She imagined that her husband's body was also often used to hug other women.
"Come in, people can misunderstand you by holding me without closing the door."
Gibran goes into the hotel room where Arumi is staying. He sees Alana sleeping in Arumi's bed.
"Alana is with you."
"Yes, from the time we met, he was coming with me to the hotel."
"Alana from earlier is still here." Gibran sat on the sofa in the room.
"The Story of Mas"
"News about me? What's that telling you?"
"Much especially about Joana" Arumi said in a flat voice.
"Joana? What did Alana say? Do you believe what Alana said?" ask Gibran. He seems a little nervous. He sat down restlessly.
"If I can't believe what Alana said. I have to trust who?"
Alana awakens, she sees Gibran with sharp eyes. There was anger on the girl's face.
"Mas Gibran is very evil" said Alana in a slightly loud voice. Alana got up and stood in front of Gibran.
"What's wrong, Mom? Why do you say that you are evil?"
"Why did Mas let Ms Arumi walk alone? Is Mas not afraid if there is a man who likes Ma'am Arumi?"
"Be busy yesterday."
"Mbak Arumi is beautiful, kind and rich. More than he could get."
"You said what Alana. Look at you getting bolder now."
"Why? What I said is true. Do not be spiceless. I don't think Arumi will leave, Mas. Patience has its limits. I have reminded you from a long time ago. If one day Ma'am Arumi leaves Mas, then later regret."
Gibran stood up from his seat and raised a hand wanting to slap Alana's cheek. Arumi held Gibran's hand.
"Are you crazy, Mas. It's Alana your sister."
"The mouth is sassy."
Alana looked at Gibran with her eyes lit up. Instead of being afraid, he challenged Gibran. Tears began to trickle down Alana's cheeks. He did not expect Gibran would be able to slap him. If Arumi had not held Gibran's hand, Alana's cheek would have been slapped.
Gibran sat back on the couch. He looked towards Alana who was currently hugging Arumi. Gibran pulled his hair in frustration.
What the hell am I doing? I almost slapped Alana on the cheek.
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