Mystery of a Mate (Widow But Virgin )

Season 2 is Still Grey

Curiously, Rival's hands shook to reach for the frame in which there was a picture of Mr. Ali and a child who looked very much like him. His heart was pounding, as the frame containing the photo of Mr. Ali and the child who resembled him was now in his hands.

"Iii.nii as I was as a child, the necklace this child wore was also the same as the necklace that Dad gave me. I'm pretty sure this little boy is me. Keee..nawhat, is there a picture of me with Mr Ali?" said Rival stammered with his heart pounding and so curious. He sat his body weakly in the chair of Mr. Ali's desk.

His hand was still shaking rubbing the photo, as if he wanted to see more clearly the photo inside the frame. "Is Mr Ali my father? is this my family?" he said in a voice that was increasingly vibrating.Rival's eyes dewy, He was sitting in a state of sitting while holding the picture frame.

"I'm pretty sure this is me." He said slowly, after a long time of pecking. Think of all the life stories he went through. If it's true, Mr. Ali is his real parents. This is so coincidental.

"What am I supposed to do? should I tell Mr Ali about myself and ask him a picture of this little boy?" he said again, thinking about what he should do.

"If I ask this photo to Mr. Ali. And my guess is not right. I'm afraid, he'll assume I made up the story." He said with an unsettled heart, cautious and full of worry clearly visible on his face now.

He went back to look for evidence or other photos, in the drawer of Mr. Ali's desk. To convince himself. That picture is him. But Rival did not find any other photos.

Rival thought hard what attitude he should take. "My necklace, my necklace." Rival said in a panic, He just remembered, if the necklace in his backpack had been burned by his wife Mely. Of course the necklace, it's in the trash. It may not burn. Because the necklace is made of white gold. But, how could the necklace still be in that place.

"It's just my identification. But the evidence no longer exists. How can I ask Mr Ali?" now Rival was standing, holding his lips. Thinking about his never-sleek journey.

"Mely, my wife." He murmured while covering his mouth with his hands.

"If it is true I am the son of this family. That means Mely is my sister. She's my sister, she's my sister...! My God, what life do you lay in my hands." His words were frustrated, enduring the turmoil of resentment in his heart. Rival is now standing near Mr. Ali's desk. Rubbing his face rough, after putting the picture frame, in its original place.

HeDiamond, sculpting. Trying to enjoy the pain that was deep in his heart. Why is the game of fate so cruel to him. Only three days did he feel happiness, because he was going to get a child from his wife Mely. Mely is his brother.

"Yes Allah..... What's my fault, why

You're my law this heavy. I married my own sister. I fucked my own sister. Why do you give me such a great punishment. Is it because I divorced Rili verstek." Rival murmurs in the heart. Now he felt his body was helpless. His bones seemed to be separated from his joints. What a fact that is not yet clear the truth of this, making his head very sick, dizzy seven circumference. His stomach also seemed to be stirred. His heart is burning, sick.

He was suddenly helpless. Eased his body, so that his back was leaning on Mr. Ali's desk. In his helplessness. He enjoyed the pain that stabbed right at his heart. It was as if a large lump had swooped into his heart. It was as if there were a thousand arrows piercing his heart. This fact is so painful.

Rival who sat on the shiny floor, looked weak helpless. He patted his chest which was painful like being slashed in a venomous slash. It hurts.. once. He wanted to let out that pain in his chest and throw it away quickly. Because He could not stand the surprises that hurt so much in his life.

Rival could not stand it anymore, he had to throw his vomit. He tried to stand up, to walk to the bathroom. But, his legs felt withered helplessly and were still trembling. He was unable to stand up. He tried to crawl, there was no way he could throw up in Mr. Ali's study.

Sari, who happened to pass by from Pak Ali's workroom, was astonished to see that her work door was not closed. Yeah, because Rival didn't close it.

He also intends to close it. He put his foot in the doorway. How surprised he was to see Rival. The man she loved. Walk towards the bathroom.

Sari could not bear to see the crawling Rival, and let out a voice like wanting to vomit. He also approached Rival

Grabbing her shoulders, leading Rival to enter the bathroom. Rival does not refuse Sari's help, because he is in need of help at this time.

Excessive anxiety is what makes him so eager to vomit. But still nothing managed to be removed from Rival's stomach.

"What's the matter?" sari asked in wonder and sorrow. Why is his master so helpless. Where was the strong Rival figure as he was known. He massaged Rival's nape. Help her to vomit. But nothing came out of his mouth

It turns out that Rival had dry heavy or dry vomiting.

Unlike vomiting in general, dry vomiting will not make you vomit anything. You just feel severe nausea and try hard to get it out.

"Big why exactly. Do I need to call Miss Mely to come here. She must know the condition of her husband." Sari said, still helping Rival to vomit. But still nothing came out of his mouth.

"En.tahlah, ja.ngan contacted him. He's resting." Answer Rival, stammeringly. She didn't want to trouble Mely, let alone Mely being pregnant.

"Okay sir, I'll get you some warm water first." Sari walked quickly to the kitchen. Take warm water.

Sari left Rival, who was still vomiting But, not a single rice came out from Rival's stomach. Though the grains of water have soaked Rival's forehead.

Sari comes carrying a large glass of warm water which is about the volume of a liter. He petrified Rival to gargle and drain the water given by Sari.