Pasung Tuan Muda's

84. Wrong in Choosing a Couple

Right on the middle Sudirman street, I stared at a glass on the right. A woman came out of the hospital as I knew her, wearing a white uniform like a patient who had been there for a long time. However, what made me look up was not just the woman, but more to someone beside her.

Yes, she was Marissa—ex-wife a few years ago. With a fist with a woman his age, he also seemed to grimace in pain in front of Hospital H. Mansyur. Feeling very curious, I looked carefully at the woman without turning away from the position of the net.

“Sorry Sir, why from earlier like a confused person so?” diman asked spontaneously, he also looked at my face from the rearview of the car.

“I-iya, Man, I think I know the woman who was in front of the hospital,” I stammered.

“Oh, you mean the lady who was about to cross the road earlier?” ask again, this time he seemed full of investigation.

“I-iya, did you see that woman's face?” I also returned the name to the interlocutor.

Right in front of the steering wheel, Diman nodded twice. “I see, Sir. But not so clear, because he just ducked from earlier. Why, yes?”

“No, I was curious. Let's turn around next to the stop, maybe they're still there!” I looked at it one hundred and eighty degrees.

“OK, Sir, I'll turn back to that place.”

Without further ado, Diman turned his car around and we moved to get back to where we were. By stepping on the gas slowly, my two netraku turned to the edge of the sidewalk carefully. But there is no one there. All that looks is only a few women using a bun with his best friend, does not look Marissa and the stranger woman.

We still crossed the highway because we wanted to see in detail who the woman who looked like Marissa was, because I wanted to ask her why she was out of the hospital. The concern grew just like that, as fear grew about Anissa who was my son as well.

Even if Marissa was sick, maybe I wasn't too worried. However, if Anissa were to be affected by the disaster, I would not forgive myself. For in the body of Rephal lived a kidney of his to help the life of my son with Siska. What a child I have wasted has a heart like an angel.

Because of her sincerity, I was unable to tell Refal that Anissa was her own sibling. Even though they are both teenagers, I still want to keep everything a secret until the time is right to know all that. Not long after, I hit the front bench, the place where Diman was driving.

“Man-Man-Man,” I said spontaneously.

“I-iya, Sir, what's up, huh?” tanyakanya.

“Try you to stop first, let me go out and find where the woman was,”.

“Oh, fine, Sir. I'll pull over in the corner there, do you need a friend to find?” tawar Diman.

“No need, Man, let me just find them. You are here and take care of the car, do not leave the car, okay.”

“Siap, Mr.”

After Diman understood an order, I opened the car door and set foot quickly to the asphalt road. With a little run, I moved towards a street filled with several people there. But I didn't see Marissa there. Due to the growing curiosity, finally brought themselves to keep exploring each corridor.

I arrived at a cafe with a very grand and tall building, but there was also nil. Instantly, footsteps led me to a room that looked a little dim.

After joining in my heart, I tried to shake off the awkward feeling while coming to the two women who were like they were doing something. Finally I reached the destination, using my right hand, I touched Marissa who was currently pressing her face with both hands.

“Mar-Marissa,” says spontaneous.

Hearing the call, the interlocutor turned his head with a very surprised look, his expression also changed completely.

“Mas-Mas Revan, what are you doing here?” tanyanya.

I looked back, right and left because I wanted to see who was in the corridor.

“The one who should have asked was me, not you. What are you doing here? That's your hand why else wrapped in bandages like that?” manyu.

“Eng-nothing, this is a regular bandage. Now answer my question, why are you here?” tanyanya.

“Hmmm .. want to know or want to know?”

“I'm no longer joking, Mom. If you have no interest, please stay away and leave this place!” marissa ngegas.

After finding such a speech, I suddenly missed the moments with him long ago. Yes, our relationship was very romantic. For some reason, what became a destroyer at that time was simply this self-egoism that could not choose which good woman and which bad woman.

When it comes to sincerity, both of Marissa's neutrals seem very sincere compared to Siska's. However, what upset me and the emotion of the moment was, because he was acting like a madman in the middle of a massive party. Indeed the pain I now experience is not comparable when the shame he created.

“Marissa, are you still panning me?” I asked that question again to my ex-wife.

“Enough! Do not continue your words, because I will never forgive the mistakes you have made, Mas,” he replied snatching instantly.

“Mbak .. patient, do not feel this way. You just recovered from illness, remember the doctor said earlier,” said friend Marissa mediated.

“What!? What are you sick with, Mar? Why don't you call me. Like this is how you hate me, remember that Anissa is—“

“Do not continue! Please do not say anything here, because I do not want to open the AIB that I have buried deeply, you leave now, Mas ..” Marissa grew hysterical and whined on her bench.

While the woman next to Marissa was very surprised by our words, from earlier she just heard being teased with a headband. However, I do not care about it, because there is a problem that will increase in length because mouth by mouth knows about household DISGRACE in the past.

Then Marissa raised her body, stunned at her position. The woman to her right also helped, she stayed near Marissa even though we were discussing sensitive matters.

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