Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

42. Fighting With the Past

Habibie grabbed Kiara's hand. However, the woman thinned him down strongly. Kiara went into her room, slammed the door and locked it so Habibie wouldn't come in.

A pair of legs stepped towards the walk in closet. He took a suitcase. His suitcase in the suitcase contained some very beautiful evening dress. The woman's choice fell on the black long dress, the hem of the dress reached the middle of the woman's thigh. Her face was also polished in such a way, the blur of her lips made the look of the woman completely very different from the look of Kiara usually. He seemed to intentionally exaggerate anything to make someone upset because of his behavior.

His long hair he let down, Kiara looks very beautiful and it is certain that this is the look Kiara that Habibie hates. Habibie would definitely hate her so much because she never liked to see Kiara show her aura to anyone.

The woman grabbed a paper bag and then came out of her room. He paid no heed to Habibie, who was still standing beside the door of the room, leaning his back against the wall with both hands folded in front of his chest.

"Stop Kiara. Do you want to go to hell?"

The new woman going down the stairs turned around. He smiled sinisterly, looking at Habibie with sharp eye-pinches. "Isn't this house hell, too? Better not interfere in my affairs, sir!"

Habibie closed his eyes for a while. Okay, well ..he was wrong because maybe Kiara read the letters he wrote to his wife. But what can be said, Habibie has also tried to do his best. He tried to give his affection even though it might not be as sincere as Kiara wanted.

"Is my actions too wrong?" Habibie Mummings. The man is still not aware if the actions he did have become a very bad thing for the health of one's heart.

The man followed his wife. Habibie wants to prevent Kiara from leaving, but the woman is already in a taxi.

"Astagfirullah .. where is he going?" Habibie pulls a neck tie out of frustration. He couldn't just let Kiara disappear. Habibie is afraid that Kiara will fall into things that are not good. Especially the way it looks now. It can be ascertained if the intended place is not an ordinary place.

Although the streets were still very crowded, but actually the night was quite late. The man went looking for the taxi that his wife was riding in. After overtaking several cars, Habibie saw the car. The longer, the more Habibie knows where the car is going. Although he could not get right behind the car, Habibie knew where the taxi stopped.

"What are you doing here, Kiara."

Habibie quickly removed his seat belt. The man got out of the car, walked into a nightclub with mixed feelings. In the heart of the man continued to beristighfar, because a Kiara, for the first time Habibie was willing to set foot in a very bad place. Really bad for people - people understand it like it.

The sound of music can make the ears hurt and buzz. The man circulated his gaze, looking for the figure of the wife who disappeared somewhere. People were cheering with squealing sounds. It makes things even more unpleasant there.

"Wuahhhhhh .. There is a handsome Mas. Need a meeting, didn't you? Joget with us yuk!"

Habibie quickly shook the woman's hand. He was very uncomfortable, Habibie was uncomfortable when the women tried to attach their bodies to him.

Meanwhile, the person inside the taxi who was still outside the nightclub smiled sinisterly. Kiara took the coat from the paper bag she had brought and then put the coat on her body.

"Good, Ma'am."

A slow breath came out of the woman's mouth. Kiara stared at the night sky from the window of the taxi. Let the night wind blow her hair. Slowly, Kiara's eyes closed. The clear thread slashed back, flying in the wind.

"Mother, Mother what else? Dad says you're happy in the sky? Why at that time Mother could miss Kiara, after Mother left, Kiara's life does not mean anymore. No one loves Kiara Mother. Daddy's busy with his new wife and kids. Kiara's alone here. If possible, Kiara wants to meet Mother, once, Kiara wants to be hugged, Mother. Kiara kangen's. Even though it's only in the dream, Kiara wants Mommy."

Slowly, the sound of sobs could be heard from the woman's mouth. The taxi driver was confused.

"Mr? Mbak why? Did something bad happen today?"

The woman was getting sobbing. Kiara cupped her face, leaning her head back, the woman looked up hoping that her tears would stop flowing.

"Today everything went very badly, sir! I betrayed my own expectations."

After hearing this, the taxi driver did not speak. He went back, not knowing what to do. The driver was not good at making words of pearl, so he just gave room for Kiara to cry as much so that she could be calmer later.

"We've arrived, ma'am!"

Kiara nodded. He picked up the paper bag and gave it to the driver. "Take it back, sir!"

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

Kiara did not answer. The woman got down from inside the taxi while the driver opened the bag Kiara gave her. A pair of netranya widened so see a wad of money from the paper bag.

"May Allah, this is not a change, but I am truly loved. O Allah, Alhamdulillah. Maybe this is the windfall of my wife and children. We have money for labor, ma'am."

....

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumssalam," said someone from inside the house.