Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.

Chapters. 43. Sonia's Secrets.

Today Sonia asked Harfei for permission not to enter the office. Because the mother of the woman suddenly fell ill and had to be treated intensively at the Hospital.

Luckily, all the meeting needs and reports of work have been completed by Hazal's best friend, so Harfei does not have to worry when he meets his client today without Sonia.

"Mas, today I want to see Sonia's mother in the hospital. Last night Sonia called me when Aunt Dewi suddenly fell ill". Hazal said as she combed her long hair.

"Yes. Last night he called me if today he doesn't go to the office first". Reply Harfei.

Hazal turned his body to face Harfei.

"Mas, I feel sorry for Sonia. Since childhood he became a friend as well as the backbone of the family for Aunt Goddess. Since Sonia's father died, Mom and Dad have considered Sonia as his daughter". Hazal turned to Harfei and sat down beside her husband.

"Do you know mas?. We used to play together when we were kids, spending time together. Even I almost never saw Sonia cry complaining. She's a really great woman. Until where that time comes". Hazal dissected his sentence and exhaled a heavy breath.

While Harfei was still unmoved, the man still wanted to listen to Hazal's story.

"His father left for good and left so much debt. At that time Sonia's mother did not know if Uncle Bram had a lot of debt. Finally, Uncle Bram's company was taken over by someone where Uncle had debt".

"That's when I first saw Sonia crying in the corner of the room so that no one would know that her heart was hurting and hurting at the same time. And from then on I promised that I would always love Sonia like my own brother. And then I paid off Uncle Bram's debts. And as an adult, Sonia went to college with me at the same college and majors. Dad financed all Sonia's education. Dad never made a distinction between me and Sonia".

Hazal's story about Sonia makes Harfei understand one thing, that is Sonia became a bar-bar woman to cover the wounds and sad in her heart so that no one knows how deep the wounds created by her late father so that people will not pity her life. Moreover, the woman hated being pityed.

Hazal is the only friend who has always been there for the curly haired woman.

"Darling, how deeply do you know Sonia?". Harfei's successful question made Hazal turn to him with a frown.

"Why are you asking me that?. I've even seen the contents inside the bar-bar woman's body. Haha". Hazal answered as if she did not understand the seriousness of her husband's words.

"Somehow I feel there's something different about that woman". Hazal stopped his laughter instantly when he heard Harfei's tone of voice become more serious.

"What did Harfei feel?". Hazal asked with a serious look on his face. Maybe it's time he told Sonia the secret that only she knows.

"Let's know, I just feel like he has a secret that I'm hard to crack". Harfei said as he stared in any direction.

"Bag". Hazal held Harfei's shoulder, and Harfei turned to the woman who was his wife.

"What's wrong?".

"Sonia actually had a son. He was raped by someone he didn't know. Somehow it happened until Sonia the rapist. He never told me. I only know that she was hospitalized for almost two months until Sonia was declared pregnant by a doctor".

Harfei could not help his surprise. The man's face turned tense. Even Harfei's eyes were perfectly rounded as if he wanted to get out of place.

"Certainly it?". Harfei asked with a look of disbelief.

"At this time Sonia's son was taken care of with his mother. He never showed anyone his son. But I do know. And that's when Sonia asked me to shut up to the world about her status as a single parent. He just wanted to look good in the eyes of the people". Hazal couldn't help but tear up her grief about Sonia.

"A few days ago I had a meeting with one of the clients named Mr. Riyan. At that moment I saw Sonia looking nervous and sweating when I saw Mr. Riyan. Then Sonia asked me for permission to go to the toilet. And strangely Riyan suddenly asked me for permission to go to the toilet too".

"Because I felt suspicious, so I followed Mr. Riyan. And do you know, honey?". Harfei dissected his sentence and then moved on to holding both arms of Hazal,

"He's Sonia's husband". Harfei said seriously.

Hazal's eyes are round, he can't believe that his best friend Sonia is married. That's not possible. Think Hazal.

Harfei took off Hazal's arms and turned to look ahead.

"Of course I'm sure. I even listened to all their talk. If they had been married five years ago".

Harfei's last sentence adds to Hazal's shock point. The woman felt ripped off by her own best friend. Friends who always seem strong and passionate. A friend who is always there for him in his joys and sorrows.

"Mas, I have to go now". Hazal finally said after a moment of silence.

Harfei held his wife's hand,

"Where are you going?. Let me take you".

"alright. We're going to the hospital now".

Hazal and Harfei go to the hospital where Sonia's mother is being treated.

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At the hospital, a middle-aged woman was lying helplessly on the bed. Both his hands were on the infusion, and his nose was attached to an oxygen hose.

"Mom, forgive Sonia for lying to mom. Please be aware Mom, don't leave Sonia. Hu.hu.hu..".

Yes, Sonia's mother had been lying helplessly on top of the hospital bed. The middle-aged woman had to be treated intensively because of the fact that Sonia actually married the man who raped her six years ago.

"Sonia promised to divorce her Mom. But please wake up. Don't you want to see your granddaughter grow up?. Hu... Hu...". Sonia's grim cry can't be contained anymore. If it used to be when his father died, he chose to hide his sadness and cry in the corner of the room. But this time, the woman looked helplessly fragile. Like someone who has lost his identity.

"Sonia".

"Hazal?".

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