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"KURRANK!"

Salsa screamed as she thrashed down from Dirga's sling. The woman looked happy because she saw the expression of Dirga who was so worried when she saw herself sick. I don't know since when did Salsa become ignorant like this.

The one who understands will not let go of Salsa who has dared to prick her. Oi!

"Please sis!" he shouted because Dirga was carrying even tighter so that the woman did not just escape from Dirga.

"Would you be brave, now?" said Dirga while tightening her sling. Dirga had brought inside while carrying Salsa. The man easily opened the door with his feet. Because it is used to military training so that makes Dirga quite deft in any case.

"Let's be brave!" said Salsa with sewot.

"I suspect you are pregnant. Your attitude is not as good as it usually is. Pregnant people carry different hormones" Dirga said, bringing Salsa into the room.

"Because I know! Don't be experienced, okay?" Salsa looked at Dirga suspiciously.

"Experience of pregnancy is what you mean, you?" the star that made Salsa laugh. This time Salsa really laughed freely. With Dirga.

Dirga laid Salsa on her king-size bed.

"I'll get you some milk. After that, we pray magrib," he said gently.

"Tumben" Salsa said as she positioned herself lying down. Actually, Salsa's stomach does hurt a little. Just slightly. He had the thought to prank Dirga.

Salsa watched Dirga who was walking out. The man looks relaxed with his knee-length pants combined with a black t-shirt. It was enough to fascinate Salsa. Haha! Salsa alay is!

The stars came out of the room to go downstairs. The man went down the stairs while humming. After coming down the stairs, Dirga greeted her mother-in-law who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Mom don't look at soap operas a lot" Dirga said.

Instead of answering Dirga's words, he just turned to Dirga who was walking towards the kitchen.

"Later baper, ma'am," he said again.

Dirga laughed when he saw her mother-in-law's expression. Because just glanced at him and Dirga was ignored.

Dirga arrived in the kitchen and immediately made milk for Salsa. Usually, the woman will ask Dirga to make milk before the magrib prayer. Dirga's high body is able to reach the milk in the top cupboard itself.

"For whom, my mother?" Suddenly a soft voice came from a woman who made Dirga turn to look at the source of the voice.

"Make Salsa. He always wants milk if before performing Maghrib prayers," said Dirga by continuing to pay attention to the milk he held. The man made milk for Salsa.

Ara lowered her head. The woman broke out in cold sweat. His mind had only one person in his brain. The woman also squeezed out her own long skirt. I hope to get rid of her nervousness.

"Why?" dirga said as she stirred milk for Salsa, "does anyone want to talk the same, me?" added again. Dirga turned to look at Ara who was still bowing her head. While carrying her milk, she saw Ara's stomach enlarged due to pregnancy. He also did not expect that Ara would come back and remove her veil.

With no response, Dirga walked out of the kitchen, but Ara held him back by calling his name.

"Dirga," he said slowly.

Ara turned her back and looked at Dirga's large back, "you don't want to know what I did one year ago, then?"  suddenly Ara asked such a thing.

Dirga turned her body to stare at Ara who seemed to want to cry right now.

"Bikin' son?" cetus Dirga direct. The words did look trivial, but were able to make Ara's heart hurt by it. Ara wanted to cry right now because Dirga had changed.

"I hope you are not in my household because of your words. I am happy enough with my life now. I also understand what you really mean. Don't waste your time being a prankster. Better, now learn to wear the hijab again. I forgot how, huh?" dirga said steadily which made Ara even more pierced by her heart. Dirga had never said this harshly with him. As Ara knew, Dirga was a perfectionist human being and never said anything rude. But the universe has changed it. The soft self no longer exists.

Dirga left Ara who was crying because of her words. Ara growled furiously because Dirga had abused her. The woman squeezed her own hand. While wiping her tears down, Ara ran to head to her room. His heart was already tight because of Dirga who harassed him.

The woman entered her room with tears. The universe refused to attend. Because he is chasing the world too much. What did Ara get during, this? Of happiness? Precisely with him who enthusiastically pursue the world, he did not get real happiness. It was only a momentary happiness that he enjoyed in the world and ended up with sadness.

Ara had forgotten everything she had learned over the years. Ara had forgotten her God. And with his current way of life, he finds it difficult to find true happiness. Because Ara had already judged herself lower.

Ara cried so hard that her chest was tight. Air supply alone refused to approach it. She is a woman who does not deserve to live in the world.

Ara was indeed selfish for leaving Dirga for no apparent reason at all. He was very sorry to be asked. And now, Ara became a woman who had no self-respect at all. And Dirga already considered her a cheap woman.

Ara has done something that has been hated by God so as to make herself pregnant and seen as a human being who has no self-esteem in the eyes of others.

Ara was getting sicker when she remembered that.

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Dirga noticed Salsa leaning on the head of the bed while reading an Islamic novel. His smile rose instantly as he saw the calm Salsa. Usually, the woman will be chatty. Dirga is aware of Salsa's changes that are getting bolder with her. Because before, the woman was so quiet and also SHY. Dirga had suspected that Salsa must be pregnant because it was involved from the movements of the woman. However, he has repeatedly told Salsa to check, but Salsa does not want to with many reasons that Salsa issued. Dirga laughed to herself at Salsa.

"Why?" salsa said listening to a glimpse of Dirga's laughter.

"No papa. You are getting sweeter today. I became more and more affectionate," he said casually as he placed the milk he made earlier on the nightstand next to his bed.

"God! Lest big sister be like any other woman, too" Salsa put her novel next to her and looked suspiciously at Dirga.

"Yes, Sal. Guess you like it right," seduced Dirga.

"Oh yes already if so," he said with a frown and continued reading the book even though the woman was not willing to read anymore because the focus shifted to Dirga who continued to pay attention to it. He just threw his prestige in front of Dirga.

"As my own mother," said Dirga again who made Salsa's heart warm to hear him. Because Salsa had a macem-macem mind.

However, Salsa was silent and did not respond to Dirga's words at all. In her heart, how happy she was right now. Be biased! Prestigious!

To be continued...

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