Not the Son of the Prostitute

The Wives

"Doctor, how's he doing?" arya asked as the door of the room where Mutia was conducting the examination was opened. The two men immediately approached the doctor who had just come out with the other nurses.

"The patient's condition is stable. We'll move to the treatment room soon." The doctor's words just made the two men feel relieved. That means no one needs to worry anymore, right?

"Is Mutia conscious?" Alex is making a sound. The man was eager to rush in and ascertain for himself how the girl inside was doing.

"No, Mister. Let it rest first. Then I'll say goodbye." The doctor stepped away after giving a little explanation to the two men who had been waiting in front of the room for two hours.

"Is there a family we can call?" arya asked the man next to her. Unknowingly since then they even forgot to tell the family of the girl.

"This, Sir. I found it on the scene." Shows a bag and a destroyed object.

"That, cellphone?" Arya narrowed her eyes looking at the object that had been shattered apart in Alex's hands.

"Maybe this also belongs to Mutia, I found it near the stop."

"Save the broken phone. We better call his family soon."

After checking the contents of the bag, the two drove their car towards the address listed on Mutia's identity card

"His parents were very worried. Ah .. I feel so guilty." Arya rubbed her face rough. He was at war with himself, trying to find a suitable sentence to inform his family about Mutia's situation.

"Let me do the talking, sir." Alex took a quick glance. The man was still behind the wheel, steering the car towards Mutia's house.

While Arya checked the clock on her wrist which was already pointing at the number ten more.

"Gosh, my wife must be worried waiting for my return!" Arya just realized that since then she forgot her phone. He was sure the Rengganis must have contacted him to ask where he was at the moment. "What about you? Has anyone in the house been in contact?" Ask the man next to her.

"No, Mister. After this business is over. I'm driving anyway." Alex is convinced that Airin will take it.

"Yes already. I'll call my wife first if I get home late." It has been too late since.

After finding Mutia's address they immediately explained to her parents about the state of her beloved daughter. Arya had guessed before that they must have been devastated to know the condition of the girl. Especially when Alex explained that Mutia was almost the victim of rape by three delinquent men.

Arya and Alex both drive Mutia's parents to the hospital first. Then they turned around and took the car home immediately.

"You still have that girl's broken phone, don't you, Lex?" arya asked after getting out of the car because Alex drove her home first.

"Still, Sir. Just the bag and the contents that I returned to both parents."

Arya nodded slowly. Arya wants to give Mutia a new phone after she wakes up. As an apology, or at least he could give something as an expression of gratitude.

Waiting until Alex disappears in the distance, Arya steps slowly towards the main door of her house. For a moment he prepared himself to explain to his wife later. Because it has been made sure the woman will not let it go before she hears an explanation from him.

Is correct. Just as Arya was about to step into the room, she was stopped by the wife who was standing at the door.

"Where are you really from, Mom?" Although Arya had explained the existence of a sudden business, Rengganis still did not fully believe.

"I told you, I have a little job with Alex. You don't believe it?" It seems that Arya deliberately did not tell what happened to her today. Afraid, if Rengganis even become worried about him.

"I'm sorry .. if you're worried" he said, gently wiping his wife's top.

"Sleep, it's night." The man asked his wife to enter the room.

In another house, the house where Airin lived, the woman was still interrogating her husband suspiciously. It turns out that since then Alex has not been allowed to enter, even though the man has tried to explain, even shortly after getting out of the car.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" airin asked with a probing look. The woman deliberately walked over and searched for something she might find.

"Are you suspecting me?" ask Alex. The man snorted in annoyance. The clock is almost midnight, but Airin hasn't let him in yet.

"Yes, of course I suspect you!" the woman answered with an annoyed face.

"Why? Can you let my– rest first? Or, at least clean yourself up." Alex asked in a frustrated tone. His tired body asked for immediate rest.

"I'm tired. I want to rest" Alex said again. The woman was still standing at the door to block him.

"You think I believe?" airin said while maintaining its position.

"God ...!" Alex growled in annoyance. They had agreed not to explain this incident to the wives. Fear if they worry or think no-no.

"I really didn't do anything. Let alone going with another woman!" Alex could have barged in. But, still he did not want until the quarrel was known by his daughter.

"Okay, I believe!"

The man breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, his explanation was not in vain.

"Otherwise?" Alex is confused. Because Airin did not step aside and give him a way. The woman smiled and moved closer to him.

"Pay if you want to come in!" said the woman by rolling one eye.

Alex understood his wife's intentions. The guy didn't waste a chance. Although his age is no longer young, but for this one business it seems he will never be able to refuse it.

"Why didn't you say that!" The man immediately pulled the wife's hand until the bodies of the two collided. Alex looked at the woman's face with longing, the woman who had been accompanying her beautiful days.

"Don't be here, Kia'll see us!" Airin restrains Alex's face as the man tries to pick her up. "Not so impatient, anyway!"

"He's asleep. He won't be able to get here!" With no hesitation Alex took his wife to the living room sofa.

"Here?"

"Why?"

"But ...?" Airin hesitated, what if someone caught him.

"No will! Believe me!" The man again launched his action. Wagging and playing around on the chewy objects belonging to Airin. While Alex's hand has guerrilla somewhere, touching and grabbing whatever he likes.

The night was still long, the two were racing each other and enjoying their night on the sofa of the room.