My wife Slave of Lust

Intermezzos

After that night, I was getting haunted by curiosity. It is true, the signal only comes through sleeping flowers. Still, my heart began to believe in something. If the dream really was an indirect clue given by Vida, then why did he ask me for help?

Really, this made me more empathetic and suspect that the murder was a real case and not a fabrication. Because it was so clear I heard that he was sad and seemed eager to be saved.

"I have to see you, Huda!" tell me to myself. "I must ensure the progress of their investigation." My feet swung rapidly towards the front yard. Mama who already knows the direction of my destination, no longer asks much. He just nodded after I left the house.

However, just now that this palm was about to open the car door, the sound of the roar of other car engines seemed to enter the courtyard of the mother's house. I reflexively turned my head towards the source of the sound and could not yet recognize the owner of the vehicle. With a view that still looked at the owner, I turned around and undo the initial intention.

I was in disbelief, but a split second later, I was a little jolted when the tall, slender body wrapped in Muslim clothes poked out from the door.

"Watch ...!"

He immediately published a beautiful smile that almost made me not believe that it was him. Because, this time Ranti looks a little different from before. Is it just my vision?

"Did I come at an inopportune time, Ib?" tanyanya while carrying a paper bag and it was enough to attract my attention. The logo printed on the paper bag made my memory dragged back to the cake shop which at that time witnessed a bitter tragedy in my household.

"Ibra ...!" Ranti shook her palm in front of my face which was currently in daydream mode. Of course, it made me blink many times.

"Oh, sorry, Ran. Come, in!"

I preceded his step. He led her to sit on the sofa in the living room. Then, move into the kitchen to ask ART mama-bring her drinks and snacks for her.

"Well, don't you go?" My mother suddenly appeared behind me.

"There's a coincidence, Ma." I just answered her because I wanted to go back to the living room.

"Who?" Mama was still curious, not allowing me to move on before answering her question. It was evident from the face expression demanding it. Her hand held my shoulder tight.

"First Senior High School," I replied briefly then passed.

"Whose name are you, honey?"

"Replace, Aunt."

"Relance ... Miranti?

"Yes, Tan."

"Owalah .. You are really beautiful, aunt to pangling deh. How are you playing here now?"

Mama began to interrogate Ranti with various other questions that almost made me not get the slightest ration to take a role in the conversation between them.

Fifteen minutes later

By continuing to play the device, I suddenly blinked when my palm landed on my arm. "You're this, your friend is visiting and is even busy alone, anyway?"

What did mama say? Am I busy by myself? I'm just looking for a little busy, Ma. The screech in my heart probably won't be heard by my mom. However, the look on my flat face was enough to prove that I was getting tired of this situation.

"Ibra .. I'm so sorry for your wife's passing" said Ranti, who was able to read the situation a little faster than her mother.

I smiled, then nodded. "Thank you, Ran. You're here?" I asked who had wanted to ask that.

"Oh, I happened to pass by, so stop by," he replied, which has not perfectly treated my curiosity.

"Em .. I don't mean that, but-"

"Oh, I've moved to work, Ib. I mean ... transferred here."