Replacement Liver Driver

Chapter 45. Advice from Mr. Kadek

That afternoon the orange sky decorated the sky. The roar of the car and the ripples of the city streets did not necessarily make Rama's heart crowded. His heart was broken by the two people he loved the most.

After arguing with Pradha, Rama decides to walk down the street. He used to do that every time he felt angry with a situation or someone. Walk without direction until tired.

The sky turned dark when Rama arrived at the souvenir shop owned by Bu Kadek. It just so happened that he saw Mr. Kadek sitting in front of the store while smoking. I don't know why Rama's feet stepped closer to the old man.

"Well, Rama? From where?" asked Mr. Kadek while linking the two eyebrows.

"From home, sir. Get some fresh air." Rama answered Mr. Kadek's question wherever possible.

"Cigarettes?" Mr. Kadek handed Rama a pack of cigarettes.

Rama received it, then burned the tobacco. He slowly sipped the nicotine present in cigarette smoke. Close your eyes slowly, while enjoying the distinctive aroma of tobacco.

"You look really tangled. What's up?"

"There's nothing, sir."

"You lied." Mr. Kadek blew his last smoke into the air, then threw out a cigarette butt and stepped on it.

"What's the problem? Here's the same story, Father. We have been neighbors for a long time. From you to now. So a little bit I know what your habits are."

Rama smiled wryly then leaned his back on the wall of the shop owned by Mr. Kadek. His eyes glared loosely towards the vast star-drenched sky. The man started telling me what happened at home that afternoon.

"You're lucky to have a wife like Pradha. He's kind, hardworking, and patient." Mr. Kadek stared intensely at Rama while smiling faintly.

"There are rarely women who still want to be with men who are cool! You believe me, the same Father said!"

Rama pensive. What Mr. Kadek said is true. Before marrying her, Pradha was a model in Paris. Return to Indonesia get an offer to become an artist even if only briefly.

However, when they lived together, everything disappeared instantly. Pradha's popularity, assets, and possessions were wiped out. A mini guilt lingers in Rama's heart.

"Go home, you are now a husband and father. It is not worth running away from trouble. Everything must be resolved immediately, so that one day it does not come back to the surface." Mr. Kadek gave his best advice to the man he already considered to be his own son.

"Thank you, sir. I'll be home soon."

Rama said goodbye to Mr. Kadek. He immediately ran down the city streets to return home. The man immediately hugged his wife and apologized.

Thirty minutes later, Rama arrived in front of his house. The fence looks half open. Rama smiled widely, then stepped closer to the fence.

A second later, however, the smile disappeared, changing into disappointment. His heart was hit again by Godam until it was smashed into pieces. He sees Pradha in Ken's arms.

"You're the same with me, Dha. It turns out you're not as good as I thought."

Rama immediately turned back and ran back to Pak Kadek's shop. He asked for permission to sleep there that night. Kadek sir allowed it.

On the other hand, Pradha returned home after Ken returned home. He told Ken everything that happened that day. The man regretted coming there that day. He continued to apologize to Pradha.

The clock shows at 12pm when Pradha awoke from sleep. He rubbed his bed to confirm the whereabouts of Rama. However, the husband did not come home that night.

"Sister, where are you going?"

Pradha's feelings are starting to get bad. Only this time Rama did not return home during their marriage. This is Pradha's first quarrel with Rama.

Something new that he really doesn't want. However, no journey is always smooth. So too with married life.

"Don't get up before mom gets home, huh?" Pradha dyed the top of Nakastra's head.

The little toddler squirmed a little. Pradha patted the son's buttocks while he was crying so that Naka would go back to sleep. After Nakastra calmed down, Pradha went straight out of the room.

The woman came down the stairs one by one and left the house on a motorcycle. He looked for Rama in the usual place where the husband was. However, Pradha did not discover the whereabouts of Rama.

"Where are you, brother?" Pradha stopped his bike and reached into his jacket pocket.

He called Rama. Her husband's number has been inactive. Pradha is worried that something bad will happen to her husband.

After trying repeatedly and failing. Pradha continued his journey. She hopes to find her husband soon and straighten out the misunderstandings today.

An hour has Pradha surrounded the city. However, there is no sign of Rama. Finally he returned home, fearing that Nakastra would wake up.

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The dark sky turned blue. Sunlight barged into Pradha's room through the curtain-covered window opening. The woman began to squirm to stretch the muscles.

That day Pradha was only able to close his eyes after the clock showed at 04:00. Worry continues to haunt his mind. She was really afraid that something bad would happen to her husband.

Pradha glanced at Nakastra who was still asleep. The handsome boy was curled up under the blanket while sucking his thumb. Pradha smiled softly, then dyed the top of Nakastra's head.

"Your father is really evil this time, son. Mama has to find him."

Pradha got out of bed. When he threw the trash in front of the house, Mr. Kadek greeted him. Pradha smiled gently in response to the greeting from the twilight-aged man.

"The last night's rama slept in the store. What's the matter with you?" ask Mr. Kadek without further ado.

"Yes?" Pradha raised both eyebrows after hearing a question from Mr. Kadek.

"As an older person, I can only give you advice. Don't stay too long. One must give up for the sake of the survival of the household. Talk all right." After saying that advice, Mr. Kadek went back into the house.

Pradha immediately rushed back into the house. He prepared to come to Rama at Pak Kadek's shop immediately. After finishing the bath and getting ready, Pradha woke up Nakastra.

He bathed the son, and took him along to Pak Kadek's shop. Pradha rode down the city streets on her matic motorcycle. Fifteen minutes later, Pradha arrived in front of the store.

"Sister, open the door. I know you're inside!" pradha said as she knocked on the door of the shop.

The woman knocked on the door repeatedly while saying the same sentence. But the door did not open. Pradha leaned against the door, her body slumped to the floor.

"Sister, please don't do this. Come on out and talk about everything all right."

Pradha's tears are starting to melt. The feeling of tightness now filled the chest. Sobs escaped Pradha's lips.

However, the sadness that Pradha evoked did not necessarily make Rama melt. The man looked at his wife from behind the window. I don't know why his legs were so heavy stepping out of the shop.

"Dha, sorry. I am a coward" muttered Rama.

Shortly thereafter, Pradha got up from her seat. He walked away from the shop door. However, when he had only walked a few steps, he felt his gaze spinning.

Pradha tried to find a focus so as not to limp and fall. But, he failed. The woman lost consciousness, Pradha fainted.