
While watching Vika leave him with the King, Mahen did not accept. He no longer cared about the eyes of many people in the cafe. Most important to him now, Vika must be brought home.
"Stop!" shouted Mahen.
After Vika stopped, she turned to Mahen. Her husband had walked over. His gaze was so cold, it seemed to freeze Vika's legs.
"Come, come home with me!" bring Mahen.
Mahen approached Vika, for some reason Vika's body took a step back. Seeing his wife's attitude backwards, Mahen realized that he had incised a wound on Vika. He breathed a rough breath.
"Sorry," said Mahen full of regret then suddenly cradled Vika ala bridal body .
Vika revolted because she was embarrassed, but Mahen kept stepping up to the car parked in front of the cafe.
Meanwhile, the King could only look at Vika and Mahen who disappeared behind the door. A feeling of helplessness enveloped his heart. He ignites fate because he meets Vika very late.
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The silence in the car made Mahen misbehave. It seems Vika is still disappointed in him. Impressive facial expressions that are unreadable by Mahen.
"I'm sorry." Only that sentence had come out of Mahen's mouth since coming out of the cafe. A dozen times he said the same sentence.
Vika remained silent without response. Vika is not angry because he was thrown because of Mahen. He was angry and disappointed because Mahen did not want to listen to his explanation.
Soon they arrived at the big house. Vika got out of the car without saying a word.
"Vik, please talk something."
"I need some alone time, brother. Brother go home." Vika entered the house without seeing her husband again.
The ice wall that Vika had built instantly melted as Mahen continued to invite her to talk. Hundreds or even thousands of words of apology have slid from Mahen's lips.
"So, you know why Vika's angry yet?" ask Vika while looking flat on Mahen's face.
"Because of my rude attitude that got you thrown," Mahen replied.
"Not that. Vika is not that weak, sister. I was disappointed that Mahen did not want to hear my explanation at that time" said Vika.
"So, what happened that day?"
"The King and I met by accident. At that time I had an appointment with Lolita to work on the end of the month report" explained Vika.
"I'm really sorry, Vik. At that time I was under severe stress because of the retail turnover problem that was dropping," said Mahen lethargic.
"Then, how did Mahen know I was with the King?"
"That's .. I get a message from anonymous."
Vika sighed, it turned out that there were people who deliberately wanted her relationship with Mahen to deteriorate. But who? There was actually one name in Vika's mind, but she didn't want to be charged without proof.
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"Vik, come! Mama wants to talk" said Miss Winda.
Vika approached Bu Winda who was sitting in the living room accompanied by a cup of tea. Then Vika sat down with a feeling of misgivings. He knows where Ms. Winda is going.
"What's up, Ma?"
"How long have you and Mahen been married?"
"Em, almost a year, Ma."
"Don't let your mom down and spend her money in vain,"
"I mean, Mama?"
"When can you get pregnant?"
"I-it ... Vika and Kak Mahen are working on it, Ma. Mom's patient, huh?"
"What a lack of patience, Ha!" exclaim Bu Winda.
"Sorry, Ma." Vika looked down lethargic, her fingers intertwined with each other out of fear.
"May give me until the end of this month! If there is no sign of pregnancy, you will withdraw all the money you spent!"
Vika's eyes were wide. He did not think Miss Winda was that cruel.
"So ... total money you must return ..., "Mother Winda's speech stopped when the King's baritone voice echoed in the house.
"How much total?" the king half shouted.
"Who dare you interfere in my family's affairs?" said Miss Winda cynical.
"Kak .., "blu Vika.
"Do I need to remind you of Aunt's past crimes?"
"Aunty?" inner Vika.
"I just did what I was supposed to do!" exclaim Bu Winda.
"Oh, okay! Let's see how papa's expression is when he knows the truth!" said the King with an ice-cold tone and gaze.
"How dare you!" yelled Miss Winda.
In that instant the King took Vika's hand and took her out of the house. They just circled around the busy city of Jakarta until evening. All day these two just fell silent, they were struggling with their respective thoughts.
Vika who hated silence, finally raised her voice.
"Sir King, what really happened between Brother and Mama?" ask Vika.
"It ... I am not actually the son of Mama Winda" said the King.
"Then?"
The king sighed, then his eyes glazed over trying to reassemble his woeful childhood memories.
After he finished telling his bitter past, the King intended to take Vika home to his mother.
"In the meantime, do not return home" said the King.
"But where am I going?"
"To your friend's house?" The king gave advice.
"I've been bothering them a lot all this time" said Vika.
"To your mother's house?"
"No way, I just visited my mom last week. He will be suspicious and ask questions. Anyway, I have to work. If you have to go home there it will be troublesome," said Vika.
"Then? Going to a hotel? Let me pay," the king bargained.
"Hehe, can. But really yes! King's brother pays!" vika said while chuckling.
Vika decided to stay in the hotel for a while. For work uniforms, he plans to borrow from Fany or Lolita.
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A few days later Mahen met Vika at the place where he worked. The man's face looked sour.
"Vik, to the manager's room now!" exclaim Mahen.
"Good, sir." Vika tailed behind Mahen, occasionally he gulped his saliva roughly.
Arriving in Bu Sofia's room, Mahen began to search for his second wife.
"Where are you these few days? Mama said, You didn't come home" Mahen asked with a drawn look.
"I ... disappointed with Mama," replied Vika briefly.
"That's the matter?"
"Children and refunds" said Vika.
"Kids?"
"Ma-ma, I think to get pregnant until the end of this month. If not .... "
"If not?"
"I have to give back the money that my mother has spent for me" said Vika lethargic.
"So my wife is angry about that?" mahen asked with a slanted smile.
Hearing Mahen calling her "wife" made Vika's face blush. This is the first time Mahen has acknowledged her as a wife. Mahen started to step forward, the man tried to tease Vika. Her lips approached Vika's ears.
"We just have to try harder, honey," Mahen whispered with a mischievous smile.
Hearing Mahen's whisper made Vika's feathers bristle. Vika's memories of the hot night with Mahen are back up. If you remember all the sweet things lately, Vika is not willing to end her marriage with Mahen.
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