
Frita has not heard from Aditya for the past two days. He worries. That night he finally heard Aditya's voice over the phone.
“All is well, Mas?” ask Frita.
“Yes, all safe. Setiawan Budi reportedly on the verge of bankruptcy. He can't be as free as paying people to bother us. And, another good news: he's not after your family anymore, honey,” Aditya explained.
“Means we can already go back to Indonesia?” sahut Frita with pleasure.
“All is uncertain. You can't go home yet,” Aditya replied instantly. He obviously did not want the wedding plan to be known to Frita. As much as possible Aditya prayed that the marriage charade would end before the Frita family returned from the Netherlands.
“But, when?”
“Hopefully as soon as possible, yes, dear,” replied Aditya.
Frita also explained to her parents, as well as Uncle Salim who lived with her in a multi-storey house in downtown Rotterdam. They look happy.
Pandu talk soon, “We'd better go home tomorrow. I can book tickets for all of us tonight.”
“Don't be, Pa,” says Frita. “Mas Adit has not yet confirmed we can return safely. But the situation is starting to improve there.”
“That's it? Sounds strange,” said Gina who looks impatient to return to Indonesia. “Already, let's just go back. If later Setiawan Budi is acting, we can pay other criminals to finish him!”
“It's not that easy, Gina,” Pandu said.
Yusi and Deri looked at each other and smiled at each other.
“But my nephew is fine, right?” ask Uncle Salim.
“Yes, he is fine, Uncle,” replied Frita.
***
The much calmer situation was suddenly broken the next day, when Ovie suddenly contacted Frita.
He thought the cousin might apologize for the incident the other day. It was about her and Aditya's marriage that was almost destroyed if there was no Jimmy Wijaya to help explain.
But Ovie talks about something else.
“You be a woman don't be so stupid, my sweet cousin,” said Ovie who contacted Frita via video call.
“What do you mean, Ovie?” asked Frita in annoyance.
“Oh, so you don't know yet, huh? Hi hi hi hi hi. It is a pity that you are a wife. Again you are used, yes. I'm sorry,” reply Ovie with a look of restlessness.
“Tell me what do you mean talk gini, Ovie! I don't understand!” frita's reply is patience.
Ovie immediately replied, “I'm not bouncing again! Okay, okay! Hang up on our phone, yeah. I'll send you the latest photo. The hottest photos of the month!”
The video call connection was cut off and a few seconds later the photos appeared in the WhatsApp application. Aditya and Ratna's wedding photos!
Frita could not believe it. But being zoomed in repeatedly, that face was clearly the face of the husband. The bride's face was also clearly Ratna's face. I don't know what kind of game Ratna is playing, and Aditya clearly doesn't look drunk in the photo.
Frita was burning with anger. But he did not want to make parents and Uncle Salim anxious. He decided to secretly run away that day. Return to Indonesia alone.
***
“Yes, it's up to you,” replied the woman lying down asleep wearing only a thin nightgown, revealing her sexy, white curves.
“I sleep on the sofa again, but please don't wake me, unless I wake myself,” Aditya said again.
“Yes, my fake husband! Please sleep wherever you want!” tukas Ratna is indifferent.
Even so, Aditya still could not sleep well. He was worried that there would be an agreement that he did not agree to. He would obviously be willing to do that if he wanted to, but he didn't want to do that.
Ratna looks like she can't sleep either. On top of his bed, he continued to flip through his body. He said from behind the wall, which limits the bed and TV table, “I hope we can do this forever, Dit. At least I didn't see you with another woman.”
“You're drunk, huh?” sahut Aditya's.
“Slightly. Had a drink before changing clothes.”
Ratna was silent for a while, then got off her bed and without warning, she took off her thin nightgown just in front of Aditya. The TV room is near the bathroom door. Anyone who went from the bed to the bathroom, must have passed through the area.
Ratna stepped naked, deliberately turning to Aditya and her steps were also deliberately delayed. “I'd be crazy if you weren't tempted by all this, Dit.”
Aditya is tormented at the way Ratna treats him, but he can hold back. He said, “You better not take a shower at night. Unhealthy.”
“Ultall, this is my own body!” tukas Ratna sebal's.
Aditya can only pat the jidat.
I didn't think the night would be long. It was fortunate that Ratna really did not take the bath seriously, so after flushing her body for a while under the warm shower, the woman immediately turned back and put on her clothes again, then jumped on the bed.
“Alright, tonight there will be nothing. You can sleep, Dit. I'm tired too,” Ratna said.
Not even a minute Ratna's voice passed, another suspicious voice came from outside the page. From the front even. Like someone purposely came to see you at that late hour.
Aditya thought that maybe the Nameless Teacher had suddenly visited without giving any news. Maybe there was something new that he had to convey directly to Aditya.
“Is it possible that Setiawan Budi died? Ah, I think I'm too happy to fantasize,” whispered Aditya as he stepped slowly into the living room.
From the middle hallway, he could see a shadow of a figure that was not too big, and not too tall.
“Women? Who's that?”
Aditya thought maybe this time Brenda Sukma was visiting. I don't know what the woman wants. Aditya wishes there was nothing bad after Rama died. He hoped Setiawan Budi did not go crazy over the death of the nephew.
However, the figure who was visiting that night was precisely the figure that was beyond his expectations.
Frita stood up with red eyes. His face also looked wet, like it had been overpowered by tears for some number of hours.
“Frita? You're coming home?” aditya said astonished.
“Mas, what are you doing here?!” reply to the woman with anger.
Ratna stepped outside, peeked over Aditya's burly shoulders, and rest assured she greeted Frita, “Hallo, Frita? What is your holiday to Holland? Excited?”
Frita more burned with anger saw Ratna's body only wrapped in a very thin nightgown.
Seriate....