My Neighbor Apartment

Chapter Twenty Four

Two weeks had passed Ara was still silencing Muta, her heart was still too sick at the snapped of the person who was still in gray status over her relationship.

Although he can not lie his feelings that are ingrained, still prestige if it should be easily destroyed for the sake of his love.

"It sucks!"

"Why am I wearing remember Him all?"

"I shouldn't have expected more with uncertain status, even though a broken heart was trying to divert into work."

Ara was still grumbling in annoyance, not knowing why her feelings were still straying painfully. Though it was just a snap, not a rough hand injuring his body.

But it can't be hidden, there's disappointment. Muta is not usually changed, usually he is a gentle, loving, and very good man.

Now his respect is slightly reduced, the man who is considered perfect there is a spot of stains that make hurt his feelings.

The work that had been piled up on the table was allowed to mount, there was no intention to touch it. Though the document was after the deadline, "Why am I still upset, isn't he my husband?"

Ara monologues to her heart.

After careful thought, Ara finally decided to forget the events two weeks ago. If you do not want to be sure his career will be at stake, it makes him not want to live hard in the middle of this very cruel capital.

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Mutual seems ordinary, does not show that he is heartbroken. In a room wide enough, I tried to concentrate on forgetting the One who started to disturb my mind.

For the sake of professionals I have to be able to respond to it with adults, because I am a man who does not want to do things in a rash way.

Derrrtttt

His concentration was instantly split apart hearing his hape voice tremble, not wanting to ignore. "Who knew the phone was important?" The Inner Mutual monologue.

"Assalamualaikum uncle." greeted Esha in a giggling voice, because in his house there was his Mother who accompanied his daughter sitting next to him.

"Uncle don't know?"

"No!"

"Hiksss uncle nasty,"

The phone was turned off unilaterally, and Esha's cry broke. He did not like to be ignored, so his heart was too sick to forget his uncle.

"Don't cry dear dong," Mother Naya's persuasion rubbed gently the rest of the tears that soaked her chuby cheeks.

"Hiksss uncle evil, Nda." her sister Esha did not want to lose, if considering Esha more crying like slashed in her heart Mother Naya.

"Cup Cup dear later uncle Sa we flick his ears, if you want to come here!" Mother Naya tried to make her daughter stop crying.

Hearing the word punishment for uncle Reksa, his smile immediately rose. Even though there was still a small sound of sobbing, and a whimper.

Tired of crying a few times Esha yawned, and rubbed her eyelids that had been flushed red from drowsiness.

Naya immediately smiled gently to see her daughter had stopped crying, started to hold her to take to her room..

Muta increasingly frowned his forehead, seemed to think hard a series of events that repeatedly approached his life in the last few days.

Silence is the right solution to think about her feelings wondering, "Who is it? no one will claim to be my son, danger!" The negative mutual brought a different aura on his face.

After examining his hape his lips instantly perfectly rounded, not expecting that the one who called was his worried nephew

Trying to call again, have made several calls there is no answer from across.

"This must be Esha!"