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Her night.
"Dear, I'm sorry!" pinta Dion on Syakila.
Syakila stared in the netra of her husband, in the eyes of her husband looks deep regret.
"I'm sorry for what?" ask Syakila.
"I'm sorry for making you sad yesterday, I love you. You're the only conch, I've loved Aira since I first met her, but I don't love her, I love her just like you" Dion said at length.
"Continue?" ask Syakila again.
Dion was flabbergasted in disbelief, he had spoken at length, but his wife had only responded a little.
"Yes.. I'm sorry I didn't!" Dion raised his eyebrows.
"Hm.. Sorry, no?" Syakila plays her index finger on her chin, as if she is weighing and thinking.
"Well, if I'm not sorry, I'm going to bed!" Dion dropped his body next to his wife and hid under a blanket.
"Ah, suck! Time was just that much doang struggle his apology." annoyed Syakila. "Yes! I'm sorry, but don't sleep yet. Get me, Mas! I can't sleep!" connect Syakila.
Dion smiled to himself in the blanket, "It was very quick to scare him, and feel guilty" Dion said in his heart.
"Darling, don't sleep yet! Temenin me, I want to watch TV," Syakila said as she pulled a blanket that covered her husband's entire body.
"I'm up, I'm ready but there are conditions" Dion said suddenly.
"What's the condition?" ask Syakila with excitement. Because her husband wants to accompany her.
"I want that and that!" point Dion at his wife's two hills and lakes.
"YOU PERVERTS..!" shouts Syakila. She took a pillow and beat her husband's body.
"Bad fuckin' shit! He said he wanted to be sorry to continue in the temple, I was just asking for my ration that I have not got in a few days, darling," said Dion while avoiding the blow of his wife.
"I'm tired! Don't see, his belly is big and it's swollen!" point Syakila on her stomach and the soles of her feet.
"Hihihii, your feet are like elephants' feet, baby!" ledek Dion's.
"You're evil! All kayak gini right, the root of the problem is in your manok! If you don't poison me every night, it won't be like this!" Syakila put down the bolster pillow she was holding, and now she was tracing her waist like mothers scolding her child.
"For the boss!" Dion was acting like a frightened man.
"Basar men, want to taste good on their own," Shakila's nag.
Cup..!
Dion kissed the nagging lips of his wife.
Syakila's eyes were wide open. "Old man..!!" shouts Syakila.
"Udah ah, don't be noisy! What are you gonna watch?" Dion shifted his seat to get closer to the super duper's chatty wife.
***
"Please immediately take care of the administration of the cost of maternal care, you," said a nurse who served at the mental hospital in the city of Bandar Lampung.
"But how? I have no money, sister." lead a girl who is none other than Sapphira.
"I'm sorry, I can't help" the nurse said again "If your treatment costs don't pay off in three days, then all the facilities used for your mother will be pulled and stop!" continued. After speaking like that, Sister left Sapphira alone.
"God, where should I find that much money" Safira said, squeezing his fingers.
"Crazy! Yes Syakila, only Syakila is my hope. He certainly wants to help the cost of maternal treatment" Safira said with certainty. "Then I have to go to Jakarta today as well" he continued.
But he was confused, where the cost to go there. For a long time he weighed, finally he remembered the watch he was wearing also his cellphone.
"sells.. I can sell my watches and cell phones!" Safira wastes no more time, he immediately goes to the nearest Accessories store and mobile phone Counter.
Shortly thereafter, he arrived at the Accessories store.
"Mom!" call Safira.
"Yes, how can I help you?" ask the shop owner kindly.
"Look, mbak! I want to sell my watch" Safira said, releasing the watch she was wearing. "Please take a look, ma'am!" handing over the watch to the shop owner.
The shopkeeper noticed Safira's clock. "Hmm, I dare not take this expensive! Ma'am," said the store owner.
"How much, mbak! I need money again" Safira said.
"500 grand, how?" hail the shop owner.
"Okay, plus dong, mbak! I bought it not long ago, and the price of the watch was 2.5 million" Safira said.
"I added 200, if you want to come if not already. People are rare, looking for used goods" said the store owner.
With a heavy heart, Safira gave up her only watch.
"Yes, ma'am! 700 Thousand," said Safira.
After receiving the results of selling his watches, Safira immediately went to the mobile phone counter.
"Mas, I want to sell my phone. How many practices?" safira asked the waiter of the mobile phone counter he came to.
"Let me see the phone first, mbak," said the counter waiter. "Hmm, where's the box, mbak?" ask the counter waiter then.
"The box doesn't exist, man. The box was left behind in a house that was already sold" Safira explained.
"Well, if there's no box. This counter dare not take expensive, mbak! Afraid of stolen goods, you may not know what our area is like," said the counter waiter again.
"So dare to take How much?" ask Safira.
"2.3 million, how? Want to?" bargain with Safira.
"May deh!" eventually Safira's phones and watches sold cheaply.
Not even Safira left the counter, a young man came to buy Secen's phone.
"Mas, cell phones are good! How much to sell?" the young man pointed to Safira's recently sold phone.
"This one!" the counter's waiter was holding the phone.
The young man nodded, "This one is cheap, half of the new price, 5 million," said the counter waiter.
"Less little napa? I only have this kind of money!" the young man took 4.7 million from his jacket pocket.
"Where are you?" the counter-waiter seemed to think. "You can," he continued.
Safira sighed harshly, "What a cruel business world," he said.
After that, he prepared to go to Jakarta. Without a change of clothes or anything. His intention to Jakarta was unanimous, just wanted to ask Syakila for help.
At three o'clock in the afternoon Safira arrived in Jakarta, right in front of the towering building. Yeah.huh..! Company WIRYAWAN GROUP that he came to.
He asked permission to enter the security but security detained him.
"Please sir, let me in! Just a moment," said Safira memelas.
"Sorry, madam! Can't!" firmly mr security.
Safira remained pushy, as a result there was a commotion.
"What's this?" someone's baritone stopped the commotion.
"This is sir, this is why I want to meet Aira's mother" explained the security.
Raka narrowed her eyes as she looked at the shabby-looking Sapphira.
