
Avery seemed to see Armando's relationship with his second wife to be better with the departure of Melani.
"Pity you son, your father is depraved" said Avery cursing in his heart. Things he will regret later on. After visiting Melody, Armando invites Trisia to sit in a cafe.
"Trisia Amanda, when are you gonna let me go?" ask Armando to Trisia. Of course Trisia was surprised by the question. In the face of old Armando. Trisia was confused as to what to answer. When did Armando say?
"You already have someone. I'm sure your heart will be fine letting go of me" Armando said.
"You mean Rion?" tanya Trisia wants to make it clear.
"Gutama Marionata. It seems like he can't wait for you." Armando replied confirming that he wasn't the wrong person.
"Do you know my relationship with Rion?" trisia did not believe it.
"I know all?" armando replied reassuringly.
"Aren't you angry?" ask Trisia worried. Afraid actually.
"You deserve to be happy. If he can make you happy, why not. Our marriage is on paper. If it's like this, shouldn't we end it?" armando said calmly. There was no anger in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Ar." Trisia feels guilty.
"no need. There is already someone who loves and makes you happy, what are you waiting for. I can't love you myself." Armando.
"I'll say it when I'm ready" said Trisia listlessly.
"I don't want to force you, because I have a lot of time. But you don't have much time." Armando's intent was that Trisia's relationship with Rion could have resulted in something out of control. And Rion was not a man who patiently waited for him. Armando himself was free and was not required to marry. Trisia knows Armando is right. Now Trisia regrets giving her body to Rion. If only he was still holy, he might still be able to survive beside Armando. Now what is he willing to defend, and he is pursued by a man who is crazy about his body.
"Now about the house, you want to occupy the house?" ask Armando about their house.
"I don't think so. That house will remind me of you. Where I am often alone. You go home too sometimes I still feel alone" said Trisia sadly.
"I rarely go home because sometimes I'm upset or angry. I don't want you to get hit. Not because I hate you. Forgive me for not being the husband who loves his wife." Armando explained . Hearing that Trisia's heart was comforted. Indeed, if we do not love someone difficult act sweet when we are upset or angry.
"I'll sell the house if you don't want to occupy it" Armando said. Trisia agrees.
"You must be happy that you will soon be free of me" said Trisia annoyed.
"Trisia, someone who takes marriage seriously will not like to go through a divorce. I don't mind taking care of you, but you've found the right person. Don't waste it." Armando did not want Trisia to continue waiting for him. Trisia knows she has no other choice. Trisia once promised to give up, but at that moment her feelings became very sad.
"Are you sure I'll be happy?" ask Trisia doubtfully.
"What if he betrays me or hurts me?" trisia asked and cried bitterly.
"Have not cried, if he betrayed you you could come back to me. But you have to promise to do as much as you can. Just like you did to me. I'm sure you'll make it." Armando gives encouragement.
"All I can. But I failed you." Trisia reveals the facts.
"That's because I'm tied to another heart." explains Armando.
"But now......."
"Enough." Armando cut the word Trisia. He knew the girl meant that, now Melani was gone.
"Don't waste your time. The opportunity is in sight." Armando did not want Trisia to wish him any more. Armando's decision is already unanimous. Trisia looked at Armando right now like a brother who was dear to her sister. There was still no love in the man's heart for him. They walk back to the hotel. This time it was Armando who was holding Trisia, he knew the girl was being disappointed. But even though Rion must account for his actions. Armando promises he will look after Trisia again if Rion hurts Trisia. Because Armando was also the one who pushed the girl on Rion.Hopefully Rion is not a bastard man.
"Ar, am I a cheap woman?" ask Trisia to know.
"If you're a cheap woman, I've put you in a well and shut it tight" Armando said honestly.
"You mean?" Trisia wants to know the cheap standard in Armando's eyes.
"Well, you could've given me medicine or set me up to make love to you" Armando explained.
"Good idea" said Trisia with a bright face.
"Do you want to put it in the well?" ask Armando fiercely. Trisia shuddered in horror.
"Trust me, you fall for the right person. Use him to make you happy" Armando said gently. Actually Trisia is a submissive girl like Arleta. Why Armando could hold on to the girl because she was submissive. Melani sometimes fights him. Secretly out of the apartment, even escaping one of his forms of disobedience to Armando. But if love is to be told what.
"Ar, will you not accompany me at home until I'm ready?" ask Trisia again.
"Enough to play at his house. When will it be ready if it continues?" Armando pulls Trisia's nose. The girl pouted. They arrived at the hotel. Trisia is going to bed soon because tomorrow they are going back to Indonesia. Armando's still checking some reports from Arsen. The next morning a young man entered the flower shop.
"Hi Rodrigo, as usual a white rose?" ask the shop owner. The young man nodded. After getting the flowers the young man left. He came to Melani's tomb. He put the white flower down and she squealed and cried.
"I'm sorry. You have to part with your family. If there was anything I could do to get you back to life, I would have done it." Rodrigo said in tears. Then he felt like someone was watching him. Rodrigo looked over. Armando stood tall with a murderous look at him. The young man was surprised.
"So you hit him?" armando asked in anger. Early in the morning he came to Melani's tomb alone. Trisia was still sleeping in her room. Armando wanted to see Melani once more, before heading home. He saw the young man with his white flowers. He knows now who put the white flower. Rodrigo's cry broke.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't intentional" he said in a speech. The mystery of Melani's death is revealed.