Replacement Ribs

60. Silvia's Arrival

"I'm here to collect your promise, Mom." Silvia said without being invited to sit by Tristan. The woman had no shame in coming to Tristan in the main house.

"What promise?" answer Tristan coldly.

"You promised you'd find a job after you fired me. But actually, Daniel rejected me. He said he didn't need a new employee."

"It's Daniel's business to accept you or not."

"Isn't this because of your interference?" reply Silvia cynical. I didn't think you could do that with me. After you get people to take my stuff out of the apartment and sell it, you close my chances of getting a new job."

Tristan smiled in anguish. "It's all because you don't know yourself. All this time I've been kind to you. But you just do what you want yourself. Still lucky I didn't get you crouching behind bars because you're making junk news."

"Then I ask for the legacy of Ma'am Elita!" ujara Silvia.

Silvia's words actually made Tristan laugh with disdain. "Listen to Silvia, Elita died leaving no treasure. All of his income every month he contributes 100% to social foundations" Tristan said.

"Unfortunately, a person as good as him should have a sister like you" Tristan continued.

"Then what about the house. Isn't that house a wedding gift for Elita Ma'am. It means that the house is entirely owned by Elita. I'm his only sister. There's nothing wrong with me asking for some of his relics."

"House is the right of the Mentari!" tristan resolute. "Find another job, Silvia! Don't interrupt my life anymore. I'm still careful to give you the freedom to breathe the air outside."

Silvia's face immediately arrived. He dropped himself sitting at Tristan's feet. Expecting the man's mercy. All these years of knowing Tristan, he knew the stubborn man could not see anyone in trouble.

But what Silvia met this time, Tristan was not a figure she knew all along. His heart is really broken.

"Mas, please help me just this once. I promise I won't bother you anymore" Silvia was still at Tristan's feet.

Tristan threw his gaze in any direction. So that the dewdrops from Silvia's two eyes were not visible to her.

"For so long, which of your difficulties have I never helped you with, Sil? I am very sorry for your attitude. You are too eager to accomplish what is not destined for you. As if to do everything," Tristan seemed to remind Silvia.

"I don't know where to go anymore, Mom. You know I don't have a place to live anymore, I don't have savings." Silvia returned to cuddling.

"That's none of my business, Sil. Think about how you can survive. All this time you are too comfortable with what you have got until you forget to invest" said Tristan.

"You can sell that car. And start resting on your own feet" he continued, turning his wheelchair.

"Mas!" call Silvia. "Mas Tristan!"

Tristan pushed his wheelchair into the house. Closed it. Although Silvia's shout was still heard so clearly in her hands. He was determined to no longer give his only mercy to Silvia. It doesn't matter how Sivia cuddles with him.

In the living room, Tristan found Kirana standing looking at him. All of her talk with Silvia she was sure was heard by Kirana who was standing by the door.

"Come inside!" take her by the hand Kirana.

The woman followed the pace of Tristan's wheelchair without opening her voice. His mind was raging considering the conversation Tristan and Silvia had on the porch of the house. His heart that was easily touched certainly could not imagine when Silvia arrived.

Kirana tried to throw away her sometimes too naive thoughts. Silvia almost ruined her marriage to Tristan. He does not deserve to be pitied. Even though she was as pregnant as she was.

Kirana was still wondering. Who's the father of the baby Silvia conceived if Tristan doesn't admit it. Kirana's memory floated when she accidentally saw a figure resembling Silvia enter a hotel room.

"Austenance!" The call made Kirana gasp.

Tristan was already at the door of the room, while Kirana was sculpting after stopping her steps in the middle room. The woman rushed after her husband into her room.

"Mas!"

"Yes?"

"You're sure the child Silvia was carrying isn't your son?" ask Kirana doubtfully.

"Astaghfirullahal. You need a DNA test to prove it? If so, I can do that."

Kirana was silent to Tristan's reply which again sounded very confident.

Tristan let out a rough breath. "I don't know and I don't care who the baby's father is" she replied later.

"That's it, don't think about what's none of our business. Our PR is still a lot to fix our own household," continued Tristan intend to end their discussion about Silvia.

"You really don't care about him anymore. She's Elita's sister, Mas. Still got blood ties with Mentari."

Tristan turned his wheelchair around, approaching the bed where Kirana was sitting. The man's hand stretched out caressing his cheek.

"I don't care. You hear that, Kirana?" tristan said staring intensely at the face of the money getting rounder.

"Please! Don't think about anyone else. There is only you and me. Please think of me who is having a headache because of the longing I want to get over, Kirana," tristan said after the hard-earned romance he woke up with Kirana had to fall apart due to the unrelenting sound of the bell.

Although Tristan refuses to meet, Silvia insists on waiting on the porch. And it made Kirana who opened the door for the disrespectful guest force Tristan to meet him.

"Do you want a reward?"

Kirana is also ticking. Tristan began to bring up the postulate about the rights and obligations of husband and wife.

"You don't remember being sick. After that you have to take a shower," Kirana said later.

Tristan thins his lips. "Relax, I've started learning. Through the internet, I also have someone who is a reference place to ask a lot of things that I have not known."

Kirana frowned. He doesn't even know when Tristan did it all. Due to the day-to-day he knew, Tristan mused more in the room.

"I never knew. Who did you learn the same?" kirana asked, curious about her husband.

"That's not important. Comeon! Don't make my head ache" whined Tristan.

"Jawab first!"

"If I answer you want to?" Tristan's face suddenly brightened as Kirana replied with deheman.

"Sama ... your friend's husband."

Kirana again frowned. Trying to guess who Tristan meant.

Throughout their marriage, Tristan knew only one friend of Kirana, Syifa.

"No way Mas Baraka, right?" a question more like a guess.

"Not wear it!"answer Tristan who never liked the name Mas from Kirana for Baraka

"Are you learning from him?" Kirana reassured once again.

"Hm. Why the hell?" sahut Tristan with a face annoyed because Kirana just glanced at him.

Kirana chuckles. "Cie! It's bestie, is it?" her god poked the husband's cheek.

Tristan got down from his wheelchair resting on one leg and sat down next to his wife. Kirana was astonished, in a difficult walking condition her husband still had time to think about his inner needs.

"Come on, Baby! The stage is yours!" tristan whispered after the two without a thread.

Tristan's roaring cell phone rings back to mess things up. Tristan grabbed his phone on the nightstand and caught a glimpse of the number that called him. The name of his friend on the screen. Maybe Lucky's already in front of her delivery car.

"Tan, I'm ahead." Lucky's voice was heard from the phone on the loudspeaker.

"Lo just come in, Ky, I'm in the pool again, responsibility. If you want to drink, grab yourself in the kitchen!"

"Devil, lo!"

Tristan chuckles at the swearing from Lucky.