One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 39

"If I can, I've divorced you long ago, Harum!”

The words spoken by Hangga continued to ring in Harum's ears. The pain is so stabbing to the heart and ravaging the heart.

When Harum was about to enter the room, he saw Nata sitting watching television alone. A fragrant, upset and hurt heart canceled his intention to go into the room. Avoiding the friendly Nata greeting him every time. At once avoid the possibility of Hangga who will sit there accompanying his second wife.

It was nice to go to the side terrace. He sat curled up in the corner of the terrace with his hands hugging his knees. Releasing the tightness and pain that hit the chest there. And shed tears in silence, without sound. He did not want Hanges and Nata to hear his cries.

O Lord, forgive Your servant who seems to betray the sincerity that was once spoken.

He once said sincerely polygamized in front of the in-laws, even the Owner of his Destiny. In fact now, he could not stand firm to endure his heartache.

At first glance recorded intimate smelling things between her husband and her honeymoon that she had accidentally seen. I don't know how many times he caught Hangga and Nata kissing. In rooms, in the kitchen, on the balcony, in the television room, in the living room and in all directions. Smelly tears are shed considering this.

The moment of de-sahan at dawn blind also crossed in wishful thinking. Remembering the incident, Harum immediately felt nauseous. Now it is not only the fluid from the eyes that comes out, the entire stomach seems to want to come out.

Hook ...

Fragrant to spill his entrails up many times on the ground of the side terrace. Maybe the effect is too sad and too sick, or maybe a cold because of the ride home Aryan motorbike.

Aryans.

Why is Mas Hangga not like Arya who is so considerate and personal so pleasant? Why could he love the man who had obviously always hurt him? Why didn't he just fall in love with Arya and leave Hangga behind? Why can't he hate the Huffa?

That line of questioning spilled along with his stomach.

Love cannot be defined by reason. Love can be understood through feeling in the heart. In fact, we don't need to touch her to know that we love her.

After his stomach felt a little relieved, Harum leaned his back against the wall. A second later his body collapsed, as his spirit also collapsed. The spirit to fight for his love.

Bi Jenah who had just returned from studies was surprised to find Harum asleep on the porch of the house.

“Neng, Neng Harum,” call Bi Jenah while wiggling Fragrant legs covered in long skirts.

After Bi Jenah called her name and shook her legs many times, Harum opened her eyes.

“Kok, Neng Harum sleep here?” ask Bi Jenah when Harum has awakened.

The smell was for a moment. He was gathering his consciousness, recalling what happened. How long he cried in that hidden dim place, he could not remember. Surely the appearance of his face is now not because of.

Luckily, the porch lights were only dimly lit, so Bi Jenah could not see any trace of her crying.

Not because of anything, Harum was just worried that his ART would report to the mother-in-law. She did not want her in-laws to scold Hangga. Fragrant can't imagine it.

“Astagfirulloh, Neng Harum don't bring home keys huh? So you can't go inside,” throw Bi Jenah again.

“Pardon aunt yes, Neng. Aunty did not call Neng Harum first and told her not to wait for Neng Harum home.”

Usually if Harum comes home at night, Bi Jenah will wait for him on the terrace. But, tonight Bi Jenah could not wait for Harum to attend the recitation.

“No, Bi. I'm nothing,” sahut Harum.

“Soalya aunty has finished studying RW, Neng. Bibi has asked permission from Mas Hangga to attend studies twice a week. And Mas Hangga allows.” Without Fragrant asking, Bi Jenah had already explained herself.

“Yes, nothing, Bi. Even good it,” sahut Harum.

Especially what Ms. RT asked if it was not about the employer's polygamous gossip. If served, until the morning will not run around the useless chat.

“Ya, Neng. Coming, yuk! Later on outside will run out with mosquitoes.”

“What time is it, Bi?”

“It looks like tenth hour, Neng.”

It was good to get up from his position. Due to the slow crying, plus tired body after work makes him fall asleep on the terrace. Either overslept, either fainted.

"Is there a trace of vomiting?" asked Bi Jenah who had just realized there was a trace of vomit on the ground.

"Yes, Bi. I threw up" replied Fragrant.

"Well, maybe Neng Harum is pregnant," said Bi Jenah. "If you know the same father, you'd be happy to hear it."

Although Bi Jenah had never seen the intimacy between Hangga and Harum, but it was not impossible that her employer's wife was pregnant, right?

Getting pregnant? Pregnant boro-boro was never touched. Inner Fragrant.

It was possible that at midnight, when everyone was sleeping, Mas Hangga secretly came to Harum. Neng Harum is also beautiful, not less the same Mbak Nata. There are men who waste beautiful women. Which has not been legitimately suspended especially those that are already legitimate. That's what Jenah had in mind.

"No, Bi. I'm not pregnant" said Harum.

"It's okay Neng, there are still many opportunities" said Bi Jenah.

Then Bi Jenah who tonight wearing a floral motif robe opened the side door. He used to enter through there, because it was closer to his room located near the kitchen.

“Neng, why aren't you in?” asked Bi Jenah when she saw Harum still standing in the door goal.

“There's still no one watching tv, Bi?” ask Harum. He was worried that both Hanga and Nata were still sitting watching television near his room. He did not want to see the faces of the two men.

“Sepi, Neng. I think Mas Hangga same Mbak Nata has gone to sleep.”

Hearing Bi Jenah's reply, her heart felt a little relieved. Then Harum stepped into the room.

Meanwhile, Hangga who was down the stairs suddenly turned her body, back up to the room after hearing and making sure that Harum had returned.

To be honest, he felt very anxious because he did not find Harum in the house after their quarrel.

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I am not a writer. Just learning to write. So, sorry if the flow is slow or what.

For the author of this upil kayak crumb, what is pursued is the number of words and the number of chapters. That's why the chapter I cut into pieces to smell the system.

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