
Sella did not expect that she would be met with Kaif at this sad time.
“Sel, you why?”
Kaif approached with worry. He saw the ex crying alone in this lonely place, of course he was very worried.
“You why... Why is it here?” unconsciously Sella even as much as her crying that does not want to stop.
Seeing the other man show concern with his condition, somehow Sella's cries broke even more. She doesn't know why she's this sensitive, but she must be ashamed to cry in front of the man who used to treat her like a queen when she was dating.
“Yes Allah, why are you even crying. Are you sick?”
‘ya, my aching heart’
Sella shakes. He tried to stop his crying because he began to feel embarrassed to be seen by passers-by.
“Let me drive home,” Kaif said. She didn't ask any more, because she was afraid of making Sella uncomfortable.
Although Kaif is a little suspicious, maybe Sella has a problem with her husband. And the thought was enough to make the young man's heart feel pain and it felt like he wanted to beat up the man who hurt the woman he loved.
“I... I don't want to go home.” Resist.
“Eh?” Kaif feels confused herself, “if you don't go home where are you going? Sella it's almost night,”
Sella was confused by herself. If she avoids her parents' house and her husband's, then where should she go?
“It... Can you meet me for a minute?” suddenly he had a desire to be with this man first to calm his feelings.
“My name? We're kidding. How about if your husband...,” has not finished Kaif replied Sella immediately interjected.
“He won't care. After all, he hasn't been home for days!” Without realizing it he slipped open the disgrace of his household. Sella who regretted cursing her mouth said.
But back to remember Bara who went to take care of his ex-wife, suddenly his anger and sadness erupted making his eyes again teary.
“Alright, don't cry anymore.” Persuade Kaif who is worried to see Sella want to cry again.
In the heart of the young man again cursed with the behavior of Bara who could leave Sella like this. If not afraid of sin maybe he will take away the woman he loves, so that he can make her happy.
Eh?!
....
Because Sella did not want to be escorted home, Kaif was finally forced to accompany the woman hanging out at one of the cafes.
“So, you are in trouble with your husband?”
Finally after twenty minutes of silence, Kaif chose to ask first. He also wondered why Sella did not want to go home, what was as bad as their quarrel.
“Not really. Actually not quarreling it's just me who was angry with him for a long time not coming home.”
“Why doesn't he come home?”
Sella, who feels Kaif's questions are too personal, chooses to leave.
“He is busy with his work.” Sella's lie. “I think rich husband is good fun-foya turned out not. I'm often left behind.” Sella chuckled with a contrived taste. And it was clearly visible in the eyes of a Kaif.
But she began to understand, Sella did not want to tell a story. He chose her and watched her begin to eat her snacks.
“No need. I can find a cab.”
“I'm not sure you're going home, lest you get lost back to another park.” Kaif looked at Sella lazily. Ida knows for sure women want to find another quiet place to cry.
While Sella who was said like that clucked lazily. But even so he liked this attention. The attention he misses and does not get from his halal partner.
And Sella was quite surprised. After a few days he could not eat anything and today he could spend a snack and also some cakes from this Cafe. Sella stares at Kaif, is it because of her?
But shouldn't this kid react like this if he's with Bara? Suddenly his eyes became teary again, why did it hurt so much.
“Alright, take me home.”
****
Kaif's car stops right at a two-story mansion. Because the car could not get in so he was forced to drop Sella in front of the gate and surely Sella had to walk quite a distance down the luxury home.
“Thank you,” Sella said when Kaif took the initiative to open the car door for her. “Don't be too good like this, I'm afraid of khilaf.” Sella joked. He tried to smile even though he looked strange on his face.
“It's okay. I will wait for your khilaf time,” Kaif said and passed with laughter on her thin lips.
Seeing that smile suddenly made Sella's heart tremble. Ah, he was indeed that magnanimity when faced with this man. It's easy to love her again and again, but this time she's trying to wake up if she's married.
“Alright, then I go.” Kaif passed back in the car and started driving away leaving Sella who was back with a sad face.
“I feel guilty leaving you... Maybe this suffering is in return.”
Without them noticing on the second floor someone looked at all of those events with anger and clenched hands.
Bara who has just returned today is upset by not meeting his wife at home. But now that frustration turns to anger seeing Sella delivered home by the man she once met.
“Bigger! How dare you play me!”
Jealousy was evident in his burning eyes. Bara was really not happy to see his wife dare to go with another man. Thinking of whatever they were doing behind him made his anger again explode.
“Have been content to have fun with your ex? So here's how you do behind my back!”
Deg
Sella, who had just passed the front door, was shocked to find her husband at home.
“Mas... Mas ema?” He had just greeted her, but Bara had already pulled her hand violently towards the room.
Despite the pain in her wrist, Sella remained silent. Even when Bara pushed him violently on the bed he was still silently accepting.
“You left with your affair when I wasn't home. Sella, don't you know where you are?”
Sella felt disbelief. How could Bara so easily accuse him, when all this time it was not him who had cheated out there.
"What do you mean, Mom? It is not you who always meet the woman every day. Why are you accusing me of cheating now?"
"You don't divert the conversation. Why are you with that guy... Oh, do you want to come back with your poor ex?!"
Bara squeezed the rough shoulder of his wife without caring about Bella's pain. His jealousy makes him blind, he doesn't like women who already belong to him at the touch of other men. Moreover, he saw the foreign man touching his wife's hand.