On Bed Om Rudy

Blind jealous

Myla is on the move as usual, unbeknownst to her Aunt Katrin took Om Rudy to a psychiatrist a dozen years ago Om Rudy received treatment. Aunt Katrin decided to cover up the incident from her daughter. She didn't want her son to feel worse about what her father had done to Liany.

The girl's phone made a clinking sound, a message asking for lunch with Demian had just been received. At least with the presence of Demian, Myla exclaimed more. Demian who often gave him a dime joke but was able to make him laugh cheerfully. The figure that made him momentarily forget his first love, Satria Abimana.

[I'm in the lobby, I'm picking you up?] Demian sent a message to Myla. The girl thought for a moment, then asked Demian to just wait downstairs. Myla quibbled that Demian would not have to bother going up to her office, she just kept her distance. His heart was still attached to Satria even though the man had already firmly rejected her.

“Where will we eat?” myla asked as Demian walked up to her after the girl got out of the elevator.

“Near my office there is a new restaurant, cobain yuuk,” aja Demian with his trademark smile.

“Alright, later if you do not try it will be a trial,” kelakar Myla who was greeted by the laughter of Demian.

“You've caught me,” Demian said while letting Myla ride on her bike not forgetting she thrust a helmet for Myla.

“We ride this?” show Myla doubt. Demian smiled again, he forgot that Myla was the daughter of a great businessman and a class of upper class.

“You are not used to riding a motorbike huh?”

“Engh .. yes, but it's okay, I'll ride the bike this time, it seems exciting,” Myla said quickly, Demian also helped Myla pair her helmet.

“You are sitting comfortably yes, a strong grip, it's okay if you hug my waist,” Demian joked.

“Huuu... Really mode you!” myla exclaims among the roar of the Demian motor.

“Lia, how about we find a babysitter for Rangga? Poor Rangga every day had to go back and forth daycare,” suggested Satria at lunch with Liany. The woman weighed for a moment the words of Satria, on the sidelines of her meal.

“I'll consider, it's not easy to find a babysitter that can be trusted, so later ya?”

“Hu umh, alright, eh ... how do the food here you like?” satria asked after finishing her portion of food.

“Iya, good portion fitting price is also not too expensive,” replied Liany who just finished her meal.

“Wedding date we just have to wait for the day. When you get married, where do you want to go on your honeymoon?” Satria took Liany's hand and squeezed her slowly.

“I have not thought, I just want to visit my mother's grave and visit my former home.”

“Oooh, alright, I will take you wherever you want,” Satria said as she stroked Liany's cheek with her back fingers.

In the corner of the restaurant Myla saw that clearly, her heart crumpled dimly at the friendly scene of Satria and Liany. Suddenly the girl lost her appetite and put her spoon and fork away. Demian saw that and asked Myla what was bothering her appetite.

“The food is not good huh?” demian asked with a guilty feeling.

“The food is good, but suddenly my stomach hurts, we go back to my office huh?” myla Pinta. From a distance he saw Satria and Liany laughing happily. Both of them got out of their seats and left the restaurant.

Myla who could not stand the feeling of rushing out of her seat and chasing the two to the parking lot. Demian was startled and hurriedly chased after Myla who even left her handbag. Demian simply coded the waiter and left a few pieces of money on the table.

“So you did not take the services of a tailor recommended by Dora yesterday?” Satria holding Liany's hand walked casually towards her car.

“Iya, I have measured her clothes also with Rangga, even the process has been almost half. Before the wedding day we must have finished the shirt.” Liany smiled widely, her heart pounding as she recalled that day that was getting closer.

“What? You guys are getting married?!” sergeant Myla pulled Liany's arm hard and turned to him. Liany and Satria were surprised by Myla's sudden jolt. From a distance Demian walked quickly closer to them.

“My-Myla? Hey ... how are you? You've been cured?” Liany tried to hug her cousin but Myla pushed him violently until his back hit Satria who was behind him.

“Do not be kind and your attention-grabbing!” snarled Myla with anger.

“Dragon your behavior, Myla!” Satria warns the girl in a high tone, Liany immediately codes for Satria not to scold Myla back.

“Ciiih .. I should not be considered a sister by an ignorant woman. After you ruined my parents' household you took the man I like too, otherwise know yourself what his name is, huh?!” Myla inflamed anger and jealousy coalesced into strong emotions for her to throw at Liany.

“Mas Satria do not know if the woman Mas will marry likes to tease people's husbands? No half-hearted man he likes should be more worthy of being his father, a cheap woman!”

Satria came forward and protected Liany behind her back, her face hardened and looking terrifying.

“It is precisely you who know nothing, you are just a spoiled little child who feels this world is perfect and only yours! You can't be this inappropriate with my future wife!”

“Why should Liany? Why go with that seductress, Mas? I wouldn't be too hurt by your rejection if you hadn't chosen the woman who destroyed my parents' household!” Myla's face flushed red, Satria so defended Liany and said she was a spoiled child.

“Shut! Once again you say Liany female teaser I'll—“

“What will? What are you doing?!” challenge Myla who is getting emotional.

“Satria, already ... already let's just go, one day he will understand,” Liany tried to pull Satria's arm away from the girl. While Demian was stunned to see the quarrel of the three.

“You want to go? You want to run away from me, huh? You're ashamed that people know that you're an actor and now snatch the man I love, yes ‘kan?!” hardik Myla again.

“Myla, your attitude is so childish! Completely ignorant and blind, now you meet Katrin and ask her to be honest with her past. Ask who I really am and why until Rudy Hermawan, your father is after Liany!” timpal Satria, his view turned to Demian.

“Demian, was Myla with you coming here?” hatch Satria.

“I-iya, earlier I invited him to lunch here,” Demian replied stammered.

“Bring him home now! I don't want any more commotion!” sergeant Satria. He took Liany by the hand and opened the car door for the woman and then walked around to her place without caring about Myla.

Myla's tears fell, her hands clenched and her body trembled holding back all the emotions that were in her heart. Even when Satria's car disappeared in the distance Myla was still pecking in place.

“Myla, let's go home, I'll take you,” take Demian gently. Myla according to, it felt like she had no more strength to refute. The girl then lowered her head and looked at the end of her shoe. How much his emotions could not be controlled so he saw Satria really protecting Liany. Demian put the helmet back on Myla's head and took the girl away.

“Don't go back to my office, I want another place, I want to calm down first,” pinta Myla. Demian simply nodded and complied with Myla's request. The bike turned a little to the outskirts of town. Before long they arrived at a tourist spot, the beach of the high seas are not being many visitors.

“Come, I know a good place,” Demian reached out her hand and was greeted by Myla after the young man kept the helmet they were wearing. Demian took Myla's hand to a gazebo that was located some distance from the center of the crowd.

The two of them sat down to see the waves on the beach, both of them were silent, Demian was waiting for Myla to start talking.

“I love him, he's my first love, I don't know if the woman he's waiting for is Liany, my cousin.” Myla finally started to make a sound. Demian only glanced at her at a glance and was still waiting for what else the girl would say. However, what sounded next was the sobs of Myla. Demian took a deep breath and grabbed Myla by the shoulder and gently rubbed her.

“Crying that it could make you relieved,” Demian reached into her pants pocket and took out her handkerchief and gave it to Myla. The girl cried loudly so Demian had to try to calm her down.

“Sshhh .. sshhhh... be calm, be calm, be calm, you will be fine after this, just tell your friend this what I have to do to make you smile again,” Demian said gently. She let Myla head lean on her shoulder and felt Myla's tear points fall down on her shirt.

“You will be fine, let time heal you, I will always be there for you, Myla. We're friends, aren't we? You can count on me,” persuade Demian again. She knew exactly how Myla felt, she used to experience the same thing. However, Demian chose to leave everything behind to heal his heart wound. He moves to another town and meets Chico as well as Satria.

It's been almost two weeks Om Rudy re-treated in a psychiatrist, now he has started to improve. He had to take regular medication and decided not to move into the apartment. She still lives at home and lives with Aunt Katrin. All the affairs of his office were entrusted to his personal assistant and secretary. Slowly his obsession with Liany had started to wane. Aunt Katrin gave full attention to her husband even to give up some of his projects in order to focus on caring for Om Rudy.

This afternoon they will return to the consul over the development of Om Rudy and the man is looking for where his wife is.

“Kat... Katrin? Where are you? We have to leave now, Kat!” om Rudy's Exclamation looking for Aunt Katrin. Water was heard flowing from the bathroom and Aunt Katrin had not come out yet either.

“Katrin? Come on we're almost late, Kat?” Om Rudy knocked on the bathroom door repeatedly. Om Rudy's feeling was not good, he banged on the bathroom door hard but there was no telling.

“Katrin, are you okay?!” shouts Om Rudy from outside. However, there is no truth at all. Rudy opened the bathroom door. He picked up a screwdriver and tried to gouge out the door until he finally broke into it hard.

“Jeez, Katrin!!” om Rudy who rushed to reach Aunt Katrin's body lying unconscious on the floor.