The Dilemma Between Two Choices

25. The Hard Choice

Lidya walked towards Nafeesa's room intending to open the package box. He sat on the edge of Nafeesa's bed.

"Wallets?" Ask when you take the contents of the box.

"Kok can his wallet be here but the guy's not there? It seems I can use this wallet to incite Mas Andra to hate that little girl even more."

Lidya smiled cunningly and laughed out loud inside Nafeesa's former room. He has a plan to provoke the relationship of Andra and Nafeesa.

He immediately got out of there and walked towards his room. A smile is always on his face. He had imagined his plan would work.

"Mas Andra," he shouted while in the doorway.

Andra, who had just closed her eyes for a few minutes, woke up and stared at Lidya. While Lidya who was stared at like that was wrong and tried to carry out his mission.

Lidya crawled up onto the bed and hugged Andra's body with a caress full of affection and tenderness. As he always does if he wants something.

"Kok Nafeesa no yah, Nafeesa where would Mas if you may know?" He asked with his hand stroking Andra's plain chest.

Andra stared intently at Lidya and released her embrace from her body.

"Start this second!! Never say the name of the woman, Mas does not want anyone to bring up Nafeesa, for me Nafeesa is dead!!"

"I-I mean Mas?" He pretended to stutter in surprise.

"Is it unclear what I said earlier? From this moment onwards Nafeesa is no longer my wife and what happens when Father and mother come, never mention Nafeesa in this house."

Andra immediately stood up, at first his mood had improved because Lidya he returned emotional and angry. He stood up as he grabbed his car keys to walk to the outside of his room. His face was bent, his eyes were reddened in anger as Lidya reminded him of Nafeesa.

Lidya just smiled in response to Andra's attitude. He does not want to bother for her now Andra is just a place to get socioeconomic status and as a tool to protect his relationship with her sweet brondong.

"Finally!!! I can breathe freely in this house, it seems like I should celebrate my victory this time," Lidya sat down and thought of the right way to appreciate her happiness.

Lidya immediately walked towards the bathroom after sending a chat message to Ardi's phone number. They meet at Ardi's boarding house to celebrate his success in expelling Nafeesa from her husband's life.

Andra who does not know where to go, just drove his car somewhere without a definite purpose and direction.

"What!!! Why should Lidya remind me of her again, Nafeesa I hate you!!!" He shouted as his car drove away from his home.

Every day like that is done by Andra and Lidya. From that moment on Andra never touched and touched Lidya again. It was as if his feelings and desires had died and crashed away after having sex with Nafeesa. Sometimes he wondered what had happened to him.

From that day on he immersed himself in the world of work and work alone. Until he forgot the existence of Lidya who was in touch with him.

Lidya who was treated like that did not mind anything at all. Most importantly she can have fun and make Ardi her dark lover happy for her is enough.

In a day also sometimes Andra and Lidya only met a few hours, Andra had gone and left his home to run his business that was just starting to develop and uphill in the business world.

He received several orders from people who already knew and trusted his ability to process food and create appetizing dishes.

Two months had passed, they were living in their own world. Nafeesa still often thinks about her home life. Sometimes her tears wet her cheeks. She does not want to drag on in grief but, whose name is the heart of a wife will certainly be disappointed and sad if she gets bad treatment from her husband.

Nafeesa sat on the back porch of her home, enjoying the atmosphere that afternoon. On the table there is already a cup of green tea and a plate of fried bananas that are still steaming the smoke from the food and drinks.

"Oh Allah, may I be more patient in my days, and forgive myself for too many sins."

He sat pensively looking up to a few days ago. As he goes through a long night with Andra. And when his hand easily slapped the man who had married him.

His tears that he had been holding back, finally melted down his cheeks as well. Disappointed, sad, devastated when her husband accused her of not being a virgin again before they were married.

Laila's mother, who was walking towards Nafeesa, noticed everything she was doing. He sat beside Nafeesa whose gaze was fixed on the contents of the fish pond belonging to Laila's mother.

Laila's mother held her foster child's hand while smiling, "Son, do you still want to work?" Ask carefully.

Laila's mother was afraid that her words would offend Nafeesa.

He looked at Mother Laila and smiled back at her hand.

"Of course Mom, I want to work, what kind of job does Mom do?" Ask Nafeesa with sumringah.

"Yesterday mom met a friend, and she told me that there was a new company in town opening a job" he explained while tasting his own fried banana.

"Seriously Ma'am?" Ask them who are starting to be enthusiastic.

"Yes, if you want tomorrow you can go there directly to ask about the vacancy," he explained Bu Laila.

Nafeesa returned with a sad face when he just remembered, if all diplomas and files that can be used to apply for jobs were in Andra's house. He was confused on how to get the file. Laila's mother, who saw that there was anxiety and anxiety that could be read from the look on her face, immediately held both hands of Nafeesa.

"Son, what happened to you? He looked at the sadness in his eyes, Nafeesa.

"I don't think I'm Mom" he replied.

"Why son, isn't it? As far as you know, he said your major is the most sought after in the company, and this is a very good opportunity for you to take advantage of" he said seriously.

"The problem is that all the files and some important documents are left in Mas Andra Bu's house" he explained, bowing his head.

"If according to my mother just try to go there first, son, do not let there are job vacancies that do not look for diplomas only see from the skills and skills of someone," he said hoping that what he said became a reality.

"God willing, tomorrow I will be there to find information and hopefully what you say is true" he said with a smile.

They relaxed that afternoon until the magrib. That day, no one had ordered the caterer so it could take a break from its daily routine