
Pak Dewa arrived at his wife's hometown in the morning. He deliberately rented a car with his driver so as not to be known by Agatha.
The Lord was confused to find a house that had been abandoned for his wife's child. Before he went to the capital, he built a nice house. But it was just abandoned a few months ago when a powerful earthquake destroyed the house. So that Mr. God can no longer recognize his wife's house now.
After repeatedly asking the local residents, finally Mr. Dewa arrived at Sarifah's house. Wooden-walled house roofed with nipah. Although the floor of the house is still a ceramic floor from the previous house, but the roof is already had to be replaced.
"Excuse me!" god's sir knocked on the door of the house.
Ms. Sarifah who was drying clothes next to the house also left her job. He walked to the terrace to meet the guests who knocked on the door of his house.
"Whose father is looking for?" ask Sarifah when faced with her guest.
The middle-aged man turned his head towards the voice coming from the side of the house.
"Cari!" call God sir with a choked voice.
Ms. Sarifah only looked at the person in front of her. He scanned from the leg then climbed onto the face of the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Mas Aryans?" sarifah said after recognizing who the man in front of her.
"Cari!" mr. Dewa approached Sarifah and hugged his wife.
The wife he left behind for a dozen years without divorce.
Ms. Sarifah rebelled showing resistance but the Lord hugged her tightly so she was hard to move.
"Let me hold you for a moment. I miss you and our child so much" said the Lord with tears in his eyes.
"Go you! What are you coming for again?" replied Sarifah ma'am ketus without wanting to return the embrace of Dewa sir.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't..."
"Go you! We don't need you!" I shouted Sarifah with tears that continued to flow.
"Listen to my explanation first. Please!" pinta sir Dewa with a wistful.
"I'll explain everything to you. Please listen to me. After that you can hate me," said the Lord with a beautiful face.
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Right in the middle of the sun, Frans arrived at his parents' house. When Frans parked his motorbike, there was already a car that used to be worn by the father parked neatly next to other cars.
"Jiang, Ma! Pa!" greeting Frans as soon as he saw his parents sitting facing the dishes at the dining table.
"Jiang! Tumben you came home not telling me," replied mama Ratna.
"Why? Running out of money?" ask Edward to his son.
Frans did not answer his father's question, he immediately sat down to join them.
"Already! We'll eat first, later after the new meal."
Ms. Ratna took the rice and the side dishes, while Frans took the rice and the side dishes himself.
The three of them ate in silence, only the sound of the clinking of a spoon clashing with a plate.
"Ma, Pa, Frans wants an important and urgent talk. Can you?" frans said as soon as they finished their lunch.
"What do you want to say? Papa's time isn't much!" answer Mr. Edward with his face flat.
Frans finally told her what happened last night to her parents.
"Ishh, why the hell are Papa's children no one patiently waiting for halal? Having two boys is the same. In the DP-in used to be married." mama Ratna's nag.
"Why is Papa wrong, Ma? 'The great son of Papa Tokcer all. Papa make sure this time immediately persevere. Papa will soon be Opa" said Mr. Edward girang.
"That'sad! This papa, ck," grumbled mama Ratna.
Frans who saw the response of his parents could only tepok jidat.
"Where is this, Ma? Pa? We can go to Rahma's parents' house this afternoon" Frans asked his parents.
"L-yes! We're going there now. Yeah, right, Ma?" said mr. Edward.
Both Frans' parents never saw anyone from the treasure. Therefore his children also used to get along with all circles.
Frans and his parents rushed to Rahma's parents' house. No matter the current headache, Frans still went to propose to his idol.