Replacement Liver Driver

Chapter 42. The Nekat Rama's

The next day, Nakastra was allowed to go home. Pradha had packed the things and waited for Rama to pick her up. He and Naka wait in the garden inside the hospital.

"Mama, puyang." Nakastra half whines with a typical toddler voice.

"Awhile, Naka. We'll wait for papa to pick me up." Pradha summed up Nakastra's round face while smiling thinly.

Shortly after, Naka got out of the chair. The boy saw Ken's presence. He walked slowly towards Ken.

Reya's husband crouched down and spread his hands. Naka immediately rushed into the man's arms. Pradha could only cast an annoyed look at the man.

"Oom, puyang!"

"Will you go home?"

Nakastra released a hug then nodded quickly. Seeing two men of different ages made Pradha turn the eyeball. He really felt sick of Ken's increasingly becoming attitude.

Reya's husband ignored her words. He was actually getting more intensively met Nakastra. As a result, his little son became very close to Ken.

"No, let's wait for Dad. Pity me if we don't have time for him to arrive, son." Pradha tries to persuade the son.

"Loof, Mama!" exclaim Nakastra while whining.

"We go first, Dha. Kasian Nakastra," said Ken.

Without waiting for Pradha's approval, Ken immediately carried Naka and walked to the parking lot. Pradha clenched her legs in annoyance. He had to follow behind Ken.

Arriving in the parking lot, their steps stopped because Rama was facing off. The man looked drenched due to the rain. His eyes stared at Ken.

"Down Naka!" rama's orders.

"So, you go down first. Speaking of your Papa," said Ken, staring intently at Rama.

Nakastra came down from Ken's arms obediently. He walked quickly towards Pradha, then hugged the mother's leg. He glanced at Rama and Ken who looked to be struggling.

"So, let's buy some milk first, yuk!" invite Pradha so that her son does not see two men who seem to be fighting.

Naka also nodded obediently. Pradha immediately carried the little body of the son and took him away. After the two left, Rama began to open talks.

"What are you here for?" rama asked in a cold voice.

"I? I want to pick Naka up and drop her off properly." Engraved a smile full of ridicule on the lips of the man.

"What do you mean say that?"

"I have no other meaning than the one I just said." Ken pulled the tip of his lips down.

"I'll get them both home safely. Pity Naka if he has to go home with you in the rain."

Instantly Rama tightened his teeth to form a jaw that looks hardened. Anger was now raging in the man's heart. But what Ken said was true.

Rama is unlikely to bring the son home on a motorcycle with bad weather conditions. Finally inevitably Rama can only reduce his anger. Pradha and Nakastra return home with Ken, while Rama follows behind them on a motorcycle.

From that day on Rama was encouraged to try harder. He borrowed additional capital from the bank to rebuild his crisis business. However, a new problem arises.

"Sir, there's a letter from the Bank of Bali." Pradha gave a brown envelope to her husband.

"Did Brother get a lottery?" tanya Pradha cackling. Pradha went around the dining table, then sat opposite to Rama.

As far as Pradha is concerned, the husband does have savings in the regional bank. So, he thought Rama got the reward. The other is Pradha. Rama now gulps a rough spit. Slowly he raised a slightly trembling hand.

He knew what letter it was. Yes, it was a letter of delinquent credit bill submitted by Rama. He was encouraged to revive the business of his tourism agent. For that Rama applied for a loan to Bank Bali.

"Thank you, please." Rama grabbed the envelope and then put it on the table.

Pradha pulled out a chair and landed her buttocks on it. She stared intensely at the husband then blinked a few times. A wide smile was engraved on the lips of the beautiful woman.

"Open dong, Brother! I'd like to see it too."

Rama cleared a few times. He tried to ignore his wife. The handsome man put the rice back in his mouth.

Seeing the husband's indifferent attitude, Pradha began to get upset. He grabbed the envelope that was now lying on the table. Rama was about to prevent, but it was all too late.

Now the envelope containing the credit bill has changed hands. Pradha stared intently at her husband. Not to forget he also folded his arms in front of his chest to protest the attitude of the husband.

"You're really suspicious, brother!"

Rama bowed lethargic. He did not dare look at his wife. The shadow of Pradha's expression of disappointment and anger now lingered on her head and her eyes.

Pradha slowly opened the brown envelope. He took out a piece of paper and began to read the contents carefully. A second later the woman's eyes were perfectly rounded.

"What the fuck, brother!" Pradha kicked down the dining table, staring intently at her husband.

"I'm sorry" said Rama with his head still bowed lethargic.

"I'm sorry? Crazy you, brother! I never even knew that you took out this much loan from the bank!" Dada Pradha fireworks with turbulent anger.

"What money to do, brother! Not that when you borrow money from the bank, I have to sign it?"

"A few days after Nakastra returned home. Don't you remember?"

The memory of Pradha goes back to that time. He just remembered that Rama asked him to talk about loans. Pradha agreed to it directly without knowing the nominal proposed.

Stupidly, Pradha also directly signed all the ex without perusing it. When the bank mentioned the total loan during disbursement, Pradha did not pay attention because he was too busy taking care of Naka who continued to cry.

"Then what now, brother?" Pradha rubbed her face rough.

Naka's mother's head almost exploded. In very difficult conditions in the midst of this outbreak, he had to think hard. Rama's efforts were paralyzed by the plague that hit the island of Bali.

For the day they rely only on the remaining savings. Rama also has no fixed income, because he works odd jobs. Pradha has just opened a small business that has not been so smooth. Their economic condition is really chaotic at this time.

"Sorry." Rama bowed lethargic while staring at the tip of his toes.

"What's your apology for paying this off? I was wrong too. Not thorough!" Pradha got up from the chair, then grabbed onto Nakastra's tiny body. He took her into the room.

From that day on Pradha started his cold war with Rama. She did her usual activities, but never greeted her husband. Even Pradha was trying to find a job that could bring her son along.