REPAY YOUR INFIDELITY

Farewell

Adeela POV

You know, today is a day I've been waiting for a long time. Today, I will go to someone who is very influential in my life, he who has changed my life 180°. Who else if not Kyla Axelle. Yes, today I will meet him to just give him a farewell before we finally really no longer meet.

As someone who has given the deepest impression of my life, I should have done the same. Isn't it like that! Perhaps a little bit of encouragement and farewell I give as a sign of my respect to the one who has brought me at this stage.

At exactly 10am, I was already getting ready to deliver Kyla to her final resting place. No, I mean, I'm gonna take Kyla out of my house.

When I got down the car I was driving, it coincided with him walking out of my house carrying his things out of there. The time is very precise, is not it! This time, God was on my side.

From afar, I saw him coming out of the house with a very bent face and with a mouth that was always moving no matter what he was saying. But the closer we got, I could catch him swearing and taking out all the names of the animals in the zoo.

I stepped my feet confidently into my yard. I could see his unfriendly face when our eyes met. I gave my sweetest smile as a form of politeness. But instead of retaliating, he looked at me with a sharp look.

He stopped his steps and stood upright while crossing.

"Good morning by noon, Miss Kyla!" Sapaku.

Instead of answering, he looked even more angry.

"Don't pretend to be your good-ass!" He answered with anger and with a red face.

"Eitsss,, patience mbak. My beautiful cousin-in-law. Is this how you welcome your cousin's WIFE? It's so disrespectful!"

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME COUSIN-IN-LAW! I'M NOT YOUR COUSIN!" He answered loudly and pointed right in front of my face.

Adeela smiled her slanted smile at Kyla's words. Adeela walked two steps forward so that their distance was getting closer.

"So if it's not COUSIN-IN-LAW, what should I call Kyla?" I said, pretending to think, "Oh, or maybe Kyla would prefer that I call her an ACTOR!"

And what I expected to happen was also, he seemed to have been hooked on my words earlier.

"Bad!" His anger could no longer hold. He raised his hand and intended to slap it in my face, but my hand was ready to catch him.

"What do you want, huh?" I also gripped his right hand tightly and stared at him no less sharply. "Dare to touch my face just a little, I no longer hesitate to hurt you. You think I've been quiet all this time then you want to be willing?! Wrong, Kyla. I have kept it for a long time and I can no longer hide it. "

I threw his hand violently. I can see that he was holding back the pain from the grip of my hand earlier.

"Bad. From the beginning I was suspicious of you. I'm pretty sure you planned all this."

I returned to smiling my reflection .

"Uppss, get caught. So, what about my acting, ma'am? Nice right?"

He's just getting angry. Kyla clenched her hands tightly while looking at me with anger.

"I'll tell Farhan everything, let him know your rottenness all along."

"Please, mbak. You think I'm scared?! Oh, naw. Anyway, you think Farhan mas will believe you after what you've done, ckk."

"Unfortunately, what will be thrown here is not me, but you. Farhan was wrong from the beginning for picking up used goods. No matter how he polished the second-hand item, still the results would not be the same. That stuff will still show his identity, if he is a used item!"

He's getting a beard fire. He shouted out his anger, but did not dare to touch me after the threat I had given him. I see he's very tormented.

"You see, I will avenge me!"

"I can't wait to see it, ma'am!" My answer was mocking with a goodbye smile.

He clenched his hands tightly and after that he walked forward leaving my house in anger and annoyance at me.

"Goodbye, ma'am. Enjoy the days as WIDOW KEMBANG!"

Kyla walked out by stomping her feet on the ground with both of her hands pulling with difficulty her luggage.

"Hufffff..legs it feels like it's taken everything out!"

Even without a rough way, I still feel satisfied to have my revenge on him. Not everything has to be done by force. We must be smart to avenge so that our stamina is not wasted. Not if we are angry and yelling will make hundreds of nerves in the face attracted at that time, so the face becomes tense and of course will grow old quickly. Heol, I don't want to.

When Kyla disappeared from sight, I walked into the house I had lived in for a long time. Who was the silent witness of that dark night.

I was greeted by Mbok Diah. Mbok Diah looks very happy to see my presence. Because I haven't seen him in a long time.

"I want to take a picture of Nurhan, mbok. Mbok still keep a picture of my son?" Yes, the name of my late son, Nurhan Fadilla Fahrusi. My lovely and adorable son. I deliberately wanted to take it, so that when I miss him I could look at his picture. I want to take it because soon I'll be leaving Farhan's mas.

Mbok Diah also took me towards the warehouse. Mbok is seen opening one by one cardboard.

"Meet!" He said while cleaning the dust attached to the glass photo of my son.

I walked over and took the photo from Diah's hand.

I rubbed the picture frame and hugged it in the chest. Back this chest tightened when I saw my son's beautiful smile with his puffed cheeks. These tears trickled down the thought of hoping to hold tightly to the body of my late daughter.

I tried to take a deep breath to stop the tightness in the chest. After that, I wiped my tears and thanked Diah.

I took all the pictures of my son, from the time he was born until he was two years old. Every moment of growth I capture and I make picture frames. After taking all the photos, I also said goodbye to Diah's mom.

"I wish about my coming here, but I didn't tell Farhan."

Mbok Diah mangosteen. After that I hugged Diah as my farewell, because I would never see him again.

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