Replacement Ribs

31. Damn

Tristan threw his body onto the sofa. Life is emptier when Mentari no longer lives with him. The time he deliberately spent at the office and always came home late at night made his mother forbid him to bring home Mentari because the little girl must have been asleep. Gradually Tristan was getting used to letting his daughter stay in the main house. And live in loneliness in the company of memories.

Tristan stared at the photo hanging on the wall of his study. Photo Elita with herself who was wearing casual clothes when they were newly married. His gaze then turned on the screen in his hand. The photo of the veiled woman was taken from the woman's social media account in the photo. For what sake Tristan to willingly stalking Kirana account that contents only about selling clothes because his personal account is privated. Some pictures of Kirana he found there. One of them was intentionally taken.

If Kirana knew, she was struggling to open her heart to her. If Kirana knew, every night Tristan was overshadowed by guilt for her treatment.

Kirana's decision to end it all naturally disappointed her. Feeling that his efforts are not appreciated. Kirana who is said to have patience as wide as the ocean turns out to be just the nonsense of her mother. Because in fact, women are so easy to give up. Even at a time when Tristan is trying to lower his ego and still want to maintain their marriage. But the opportunity was no longer given to him. It's too early if it's too late. Their marriage was just corn-sized.

The nature of patience without limits is actually owned by Silvia. Never complained or protested despite frequent painful treatment. Often gets a spicy speech but Silvia never hurt because of it. Not only a similar face, but the patience of Silvia to face it is not much different from Elita.

Despite being repeatedly denied her feelings Silvia never gave up. Never left it a bit. Stay professional in his job without involving personal problems.

Tristan told someone to come in and knock on the door of his room. Lazily he straightened his back. Work hours are over, I don't know who's still in the office.

"Not coming back, Mommy?" Silvia appeared from behind the door. Walk towards Tristan.

"I can stay at home, can't I? Same with Elita."

When there was Elita, Silvia was often staying at Tristan's house even more lived there than at the boarding house.

"I went home to Mama's house" Tristan said.

"So can I sleep at home?"

Tristan cleared his throat in response. "Tomorrow you will clean. It has not been cleaned for a week," continued Tristan while heading to his desk to clean up his belongings.

"Geez! Why don't you ask Bi Elis, Mas?"

"Bi Elis is sick "

Tristan carries his briefcase away from Silvia. The woman followed Tristan and walked to the elevator.

Just the two of them inside the iron box. Still standing side by side. Silvia was too reckless. Do not hesitate to stick to men who have the status of their boss. Even if he's his brother-in-law. The woman was too confident. Has a face that is classified as beautiful and tall as she hopes Tristan will be tempted by it. If juxtaposed the two seem harmonious. Even many employees who thought that Tristan would get off the bed saw his relationship with Silvia so close.

They split up in the parking lot. Enter into each vehicle with a different purpose. Silvia to Tristan's house. Tristan went to the club. Fulfill party invitations from Daniel.

The frenetic sound of deafening music greeted his arrival. Daniel booked a VIP room for the party. In the room there were some of their friends. Tristan refuses when a woman in minimalist clothes welcomes him. Apparently Daniel hired some women to accompany them. One man one woman.

"Where to go, Bro! Just got in!" sergeant Daniel as Tristan was about to leave the room.

On the basis of friendship and appreciating Daniel's invitation, Tristan reentered. On condition that he did not want to be accompanied by one of the women in the room. No matter how much they tease her, Tristan prefers to pour her own drink.

"Doctor Alan said, I can't drink alcohol anymore." The words suddenly returned.

Tristan returned to cussing. And pour the contents of the bottle back into the glass. The shadow of Kirana seemed to dance in the eye peluk. He began to complain about the woman.

His already helpless body, was lying on the sofa. Daniel chuckles at Tristan who can never survive while drinking. Just a little bit the man had fallen.

Despite his staggered body, Daniel helps Tristan stand up. This time he drove his friend home. Despite being drunk, Damiel Masiih can drive to take Tristan home.

He had to press the bell repeatedly to wake the occupants of the house. Even to banging on the door because it never opened the door.

Until the door finally opened. And a female figure appeared standing behind the door.

"Sorry, I'm your husband!" said Daniel who sounded like someone was messing around.

"My company, Kirana!" Tristan pulled Silvia's arm until it fell on her body.

"Where are you going?" Tristan clutches Silvia's body.

"I'm Silvia, Mas!"

"I need you, Kirana!" racau Tristan without caring Silvia's words.

Silvia also grunted softly. He grinned as an idea suddenly flashed through his head.

"Yes, Mas. I'm not going anywhere" he replied to Tristan.

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Tristan stomped his head while frowning. His arm felt numb because an object hit him. Slowly he opened his eyes. Tristan was aghast when he found Silvia sleeping with her arm and made her body as a bolster.

Increasingly surprised when he found himself without a thread. His shirt and pants had come off and were lying on the floor. Remaining boxer pants are still attached to close the lower part of his body. While the woman who was still sleeping next to him, wearing an armless night shirt showed her milk-white skin.

"Damn!" objurgation.

"Enggh!" Silvia squirmed a few seconds later she opened her eyes.

"Morning, Mas." he said with a smile. Contrary to Tristan's chaotic face.

He panicked when he heard the bell in his house screaming. And also the sound of a child screaming in front of the house.

"Start!" said panic.

Tristan looked at the clock attached to the wall of the room that was already pointing at the number nine. He promised to take Mentari for a walk this morning. But the plan seems to be falling apart. Mentari cannot go home alone.

With her head still heavy, Tristan inched down from the bed and put on her trousers and t-shirts. He walked out of the room without caring for Silvia who was still wrapped in a blanket.

Clamps! Tristan pulled the doorknob.

Mentari smiled widely and then rushed towards him. Asking to be carried.

"Why are you awake?"

"Yes," Tristan replied as he walked with Mentari into the house followed by Mrs Ratih.

Mentari refuses when Tristan wants to kiss her cubby cheek.

"What stinks!"

Tristan is also chuckling. Then drop off the Mentari on the couch.

"Papa took a shower first, yes, "he said later.

The man climbed the stairs to his room. But his steps stopped in front of the door of his room when he heard the voice of his mother.

"Silvia is here?" The question made his body freeze.