
"Dad, come..!! " Viola Whimper.
"You're why the hell, son, look at this one girl Bund if there's something like asking for candy. " Said Muji.
"And Father's favorite son than Mother." Say Mother Neta.
"Why mother say that? "
"The reality is so. "
Viola immediately hugged Mother Neta and kissed her two cheeks.
"Mother, may I ask no? "
"Ask what? "
"When did Mommy shoot Dad? "
"Kok Mommy who shot, Dad Dong who shot Mother. "
"Dad huh? " Say Viola turned his head towards Mr. Muji.
"Why, who do you like? "
Viola smiled as she played her fingers and turned her head outside the window.
"Viola likes one of Dad's boys."
"Who? " Task Mr. Muji.
"That's it, who's standing. " Answer Viola.
Mother Neta and Mr. Muji looked out the window to see a row of a few Adjutants Pak Muji.
"You like one of Dad's Aides? " Say Mother Neta.
"It's more appropriate to like Viola's personal bodyguard. "
"Who, Alex. " Said Mr. Muji.
"Not."
"Ikhsan." Said Mr. Muji.
"Yup's right. "
"Your model is where Ikhsan wants it. " Said Mr. Muji.
Neta's mother continued to stare at Ikhsan who was chatting and occasionally laughed, Neta's mother smiled as she looked at Ikhsan's face which was liked by her daughter.
"Mother why? " Task Viola.
"Mother only sees the man you like, he's handsome." Answer Mother Neta.
"Clearly Bund, Viola did not choose wrong. Can you help Viola, can you? "
"Usaha by yourself, I will not use my position to ask Ikhsan to accept you. " Said Mr. Muji.
"Dad, ish.. " Say Viola was upset.
*****
Roses watering flowers - Roses in the backyard of his house, looks very beautiful blooming roses.
"Fragrance, this is beautiful if picked and put into a flower vase. " Say the Rose.
"In the Rose house, there must be flowers - the flowers grow beautifully. I haven't been there for a long time, now I go there and look. " Say the rose immediately woke up.
Rose took her bag and changed her clothes, with Rose's heart running towards the garage turning on her matic motor.
"Mas." Say the Rose when the exact time Akbar comes.
"Where are you? " Tanya Akbar got off the bike.
"Ehm. Anu I want to go to the Rose house." Answer the Rose of hearts.
Akbar just kept quiet and walked into the house. Roses who know the change of face Akbar mimic, then follow following her husband who walked in. into his room.
"Mas."
Akbar opened his uniform by throwing it roughly into the basket.
"I'm not going to the Rose house. " Say the Rose put back her bag. And immediately brought Akbar's dirty clothes to the back.
"What are you cooking today? " Tanya Akbar relaxed.
"Mas' favorite cooking, there is a show of the same Mas fish stir-fry kale. " Answer the Rose.
"I'll take the rice. " Say the rose while taking the plate.
Roses accompanied Akbar to eat, during the meal Akbar was silent and only enjoyed the cuisine made by his wife.
"Will you go add? "
"No, I'm full. " Akbar finished his meal and immediately left the Rose.
Roses who felt guilty immediately followed Akbar who headed to the family room, Roses immediately embraced the body of Akbar who was turning on the television.
"Yank, off Mas still full. " Akbar said as the Rose hugged his body.
"I'm sorry about the Rose. "
"I'm sorry for what? "
"Have forgotten, I want to rest."
"As angry as you are, Rose apologized. Rose promised never to come to the Rose house again, Rose also just went there again earlier if Mas Akbar had not come home. Sorry, I promise I won't be there again. "
Akbar just kept quiet and focused on the television screen that broadcast his favorite show.
****
"You again, the relationship is already good - both offending Bang Akbar. Already know how the character of your husband, his wife is insensitive. " Say Nirmala from across.
"Yes I was wrong. " Say the Rose.
"She said Move on, still remember the Rose house."
"I just want to see the rose plant has no other intentions. "
"Just like the Rose, don't step on your feet in the Rose house. Bang Ikhsan also never asked about you. "
"Yes, I'm not going there anymore. "
*****
"Coffee coffee. "
Akbar instantly turned off his cigarette butts and instantly shifted away from the Rose.
"People sit far away from the rose."
"The smell of Yank cigarettes, you're here Mas is smoking. "
"Some of the time dating Mas don't smoke anymore, the marriage has started smoking again."
"Yes, Mas Insaf doesn't smoke anymore. "
"Fake promise. "
Akbar smiled then shifted back to his seat until approaching the body of the Rose.
"I'm sorry, yes."
"The rose must apologize. "
"Mas shouldn't be like this, you want to go to the Rose house? "
"No, I don't want to."
"If you want, you'll drop it now. "
"No, the rose promised never to go there again. "
"Why? "
"Because the rose must guard the heart."
Akbar smiled and kissed the head of the Rose, Akbar pulled the body of the Rose into his arms.
"It's already evil, Mas shouldn't seize a happiness. If that time can be turned and in the fox maybe that's what Mas wants. "
"What do you mean? "
"If fate had separated us now, Mas sincerely took his life now. It will all come back. "
"Why talk like that, I want to leave the rose. I don't see this big belly there's my son. Only Mas I have now, only Mas the man who protects me now is not another man. "
"If Mas is not the right person even though Mas married you how? "
"Enough Mas, ngaco you speak. " The Rose immediately went away leaving Akbar who was still sitting staring at the Rose who was leaving him.
Akbar then followed the sobbing Rose, Akbar immediately hugged the body of the Rose very tightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything."
"Don't talk like that again, Mas, I hate Mas saying that."
"I'm sorry, Mas. "
The rose returned Akbar's embrace, increasingly tightly hugging Akbar's body.
"I don't want to lose it a second time, I love Mas very much. "
"Yes, I'm not leaving you."
******
Neta's mother came out of her room in the middle of the night, and saw Ikhsan who was exercising at night in the backyard of the official house.
Neta's mother looked at Ikhsan's sweaty back, but Neta's eyes were fixed on a mark on Ikhsan's back.
Neta's mother immediately glazed over, her back even equating a bunch of her birth with Ikhsan.
"Is that you? "
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