Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 47's

Brakkkk

Galang opened the door impatiently, everything was dark when it was night.

Again he tried to dial the mobile number he provided for Kanaya, the woman who could most make him confused after the receptionist said his room key had been tucked down by a woman, who else right?!

“Aaaarrrhgghh” infuriated the man after hearing the ringing of Naya's phone not far from where it was.

‘It turns out you went again Naya, you stay in me again’

His steps approached the phone that was still flickering because of his call, Galang sat on the sofa while taking the phone.

There's paper.

Soon he turned on the lamp to give him illumination, this must be a letter from Naya.

Dear Galang's,

Thank you, and I'm sorry.

Thank you for accommodating a pregnant woman who is running away from her husband.

Galang laughed reading a funny sentence that actually means pain.

Sorry, I can no longer accept your very special kindness.

I am still the wife of someone Galang, I should not be silent about receiving all facilities from you, even if only as a friend.

Forgive my selfish attitude, forgive this pregnant woman.

Galang's forehead wrinkled up to digest all those sentences.

Then why Naya?! His anger in the heart.

If you're still reading my letter, I'd love to answer your question on the phone at the time.

I'm sure you must have forgotten, I'll remind you, at that time you asked me if I would forgive you and everything would be fine between us?

His answers..

Yes Galang.

If only you had come back, if only you were by my side in the midst of my confusion at that time, rather, if only you had not left..

But what are we wondering about Galang?

I'm still someone else's wife who's pregnant with our first child.

There is no point in thinking about the past.

No, I didn't leave because of that.

I went to calm down, find a place to refresh my brain and my heart

Last but not least, live looking ahead Lang, do not continue to regret my departure, or the departure of Gisha.

Live peacefully without guilt for both of us.

Believe me, neither I nor Gisha would want the best for you Galang..

From a beautiful pregnant woman,

Kanaya Widhiani

Galang's lips curled perfectly when he read Naya who called herself beautiful, but the smile faded as she permeated the sentence-by-sentence Naya said in the letter.

Gisha, the woman he had broken and destroyed slowly.

Also Naya, the woman he gave hope to and then just left.

Galang feels very jerk at the two women, with Gisha he can not make up for his mistakes.

All his attention to Naya is not only to make up for all her mistakes, but there is still a residual taste that she has cultivated for the pregnant woman.

Galang had expected this to happen, his heart gripped when Naya could not be contacted, especially when Galang called his apartment receptionist to see Naya for fear of something happening to Naya.

Galang had to accept the bitter fact again that Naya had left after leaving the key to her apartment.

‘why should it get like this Nay?’

Though Galang does not care if he will be stamped as a grabber of people's wives or anything, he just wants Naya to be within his reach.

If it's like this where else should this man look for him?

Pulling her hair in frustration.

***

“You've improved Win?” the woman called Win looked at Panji sadly.

“Why Mas? Would you go back to his wife, right? Yes, just stay Anti here, Mas can return” he said by emphasizing his name as Anti.

“Well I go home first yes, later I will definitely return” without waiting for an answer, Panji immediately darted.

‘Wait For Mas Naya’

The still deserted path made the man speed up, which was in his mind just how he could get home and meet his wife.

Panji realized Kanaya must have heard everything, but there are things that Panji must explain, the reason for doing all this.

He had promised himself that he would tell Naya his wife.

Panji's face turned pias when he saw the dark house.

Usually Naya always turns off the lights when the sun has started to show its shape, around 7 am.

But it's still 5 o'clock.

Many times he chanted positive sentences, his mind was forced to think about the possibilities just fine.

Slowly he opened the door.

Blank.

Panji did not give up, he walked to the second floor, their room.

Blank.

Naya's gone.

That was the conclusion that came to his mind.

The fragment of the cell phone he saw in the corner of the room made his guilt mount.

Kanaya must be very disappointed in him at the moment.

There was nothing he could do now, all the worries lodged in him would only make him hurry and again take the wrong decision.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

I don't know how long Naya's been away, where is she now?

Panji's brain is forced to think about the possibility of his wife's existence.

The goddess!

He was Naya's only friend.

Well, first he will ask Dewi first maybe his wife's friend knows the whereabouts of Naya.

First ring

Second ringing

“Ya hello Mas Panji?”

The heart of the banner was relieved when his Call was lifted.

“Dew, may I interrupt briefly”

“Ya What's wrong? Naya is okay, right?” all the words strung out in his brain collapsed instantly.

“You.. masud I am Naya, not there?”

“What does Naya mean here Mas?! Wait, is Naya not home?” guess it.

“Iya”

“How can Mas?!” pekiknya make Panji must repeatedly keep the phone from the ear.

“Long story, can help me to find the whereabouts of Naya, Dew?”

“Alright, I'll help you find but Mas has to go home this morning before my husband leaves for work, explain everything”

“Ya”

As promised, now the morning blind Panji is already in the yard of the house of Dewi.

“Sit Mas” says Alan while holding baby Sean.

Panji was flabbergasted about it, one day he would definitely experience it, since the morning has been busy taking care of children.

“Where can Naya's story not exist, and from Mas tau, Naya is not even at home, don't tell me that Naya is missing?!” ask the Goddess.

“We have a problem, he decided to go” only that Panji can explain for now, because the full explanation is only entitled to be heard by Naya directly.

“What problems?!” spray the Goddess with an unusual tone.

“Honey,,,” reprimands Alan on his wife.

Slowly Dewi began to control himself, “Naya will not go if the problem is not fatal, so about what has Mas done until Naya decided to go without saying goodbye to all of us?!”

The banner could only bow, he would not tell anyone the reason.

TB