The Love of Kalila

You Must Be Happy

"Well.." chirped Lila in the middle of the night as turmoil engulfed her. He went down to the kitchen to get some water. But he saw the living room whose lights were still on. Approaching, and he saw that Miss was in front of the laptop. Said to be working, but not typing. Is it the same as the marathon watching drakor?

Lila, who was curious, joined her aunt.

"Tante why? Watch Liminho?" canda Lila's.

He was shocked that his nephew had not slept. But unable to answer Lila's question, someone from the laptop screen called her.

"That's Lila?" Lila looked for the source of the voice calling out her name. Shown in horror. Until finally Miss ma pointed her laptop screen to Lila.

"Eh, that.. Dika Mas!!!" the fun is a scene.

"Sst.." orders bu Mis compact with the child.

"Oh sorry, how are you, mas?"

"healthy. Ye? Not at home?" tanya Dika while holding a baby who is about 1 year old.

"Well, if you don't come home, you are." Lila's focus was divided, from seeing her father, now focused on her son. "That's Dika's kid?"

"Yes, I did."

"Not bule yet?" asked Lila again astonished to make the mother and child giggle.

"I don't marry you, Lil." He answered while playing his little son.

"What a handsome guy?" the question again made a giggle. Miss Ma'am who couldn't bear to excuse me to the toilet.

"What the hell are you? Didn't you see his father?" pamer Dika brought his face closer to the camera.

"Ah, eyes!" yelled Lila jokingly. "But stay still. Your son's handsome isn't from you, mas. Must be from his mother. Sure you are."

"Anyway with you talking! Mas loh yes who nurunin this fondness. Take a look at my wife, you see more like who this child is!" then he pulled the hand of his wife who had been standing and did not appear on camera. "Here, who!" he shouted at the wife.

His wife sat next to him and was seen on camera. Deg. As soon as he saw the figure of Dika's wife, Lila's face was grim. Like I've seen, but I don't know where. No stranger.

While the woman was still smiling bitterly. "You can't be like Lila!" the whisper is heard up to the laptop speaker.

At that time, Miss rejoined her toilet. He also heard the voice of Dika's wife not to offend Lila who might be jealous of the message of marriage.

"Sorry Lil, I don't mean to show off" said Dika who also looks awkward. He then gave his son to his wife and focused on Lila's sad face. "If the incident did not exist, surely you are happy to be the wife of the person yes, deck!"

"Eh you don't get me wrong, it's just that we all know that man is not good for Lila. That's why we pray, hopefully Lila can meet a good person who will be her soul mate."

Compact everyone assures including Dika's wife. From behind Lila, Miss signaled that she would no longer discuss her past so that the child would not think.

"Oh yes Sindi, what can my granddaughter do now?" miss shifted the conversation to Dika's wife.

Ha's? Who did aunt call me? Sindi? Inner Lila was wrestling with her mind. The familiar figure that he remembered had finally been answered. Of course he felt Dika's wife was very beautiful. Lila had also seen pictures of other beautiful people with the same name. Wait for. Same name? The photo?

Climbing Lila. Unsurprised not to play when he realized, Dika's wife is his wife Marcel who he had seen his picture in Marcel's room.

Lila sat stiffly. Closing his mouth and asking permission to return to the room with a heavy feeling of shock. Crying over his fate trapped by Marcel.

Lila sat on the edge of the bed, watching her cell phone with Marcel's photo taken as they took a selfie on the beach. "Based on a fool! The wife you love is my sister-in-law. Your wife's affair that you mean is also my sister. They are happy and have children. While you're still expecting it? You idiot!" lila told her phone screen.

Lila's heart became claustrophobic at the thought of the red thread entangling her with Marcel's life. But he can't hate that. His feelings for Marcel were already round and could not be changed anymore.

Flinched from her daydream, Lila rushed to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. Then he pulled out a motorcycle and drove down the street to Marcel's hotel. This time he'll try to talk to Marcel again. Who knows, that guy has changed his mind.

But in fact, until there, right in his private room, Marcel was accompanied by a sexy woman who was tangling in his lap. It was as if he intentionally did that because he knew Lila would come again until he felt tired himself.

Lila's shocked. His eyes trembled looking at the woman who was exploring Marcel's body with her hands. Heart's burning. Of jealousy? Sure.

"You're really bored of me?" lila asked as if her voice was squeezed by a large stone blocking her.

"Aren't I telling you clearly? So now go, I'm busy." throw Marcel in the back of the woman he was holding onto his bed.

Instead of leaving, Lila followed. He opened the door to Marcel's room. The usual room became his when he performed rituals with Marcel. Now it must be littered by foreign women who have dared to snatch his throne.

"I'm still talking!" lila shouted while pulling the blanket.

Marcel doesn't seem to care. He continued the warm-up he used to do to Lila.

"Sister Marcel!" yell Lila again. His emotions are unbearable. His claustrophobic heart then sent a message to his brain and delivered it through his mouth. He said, "You know Dika Armadi?" he shouted again to make Marcel speechless and stop his warming activity.

Marcel then sat on his bed. He turned his back on Lila and looked at the woman who was in charge under him.

"Is it because I'm Dika's cousin that you are? Didn't you know from the beginning then target me? But why are you showing me so? After all you've done to me?" lila's crying broke out. I don't know why she's been crying so much since her relationship with Marcel isn't okay.

"Don't say the name of that son of a bitch in front of me!" marcel's orders began to rage. It scared Lila and the woman.

"good. What if I call Sindi?" challenge Lila again dispelling her fear for her feelings.

"How dare you.." sosor Marcel approached Lila and cornered the woman's body to the wall and locked her up.

"I'm just here to tell you, either Dika or Sindi, they are living very happy now. While you.. You look pathetic." Lila.

Deg. Marcel's heart raced. His emotions peaked when he heard the news about Sindi, which he had closed the reality.

"They already have a handsome boy like Dika. And you're still pathetic and have no direction." Lila stared intensely at Marcel.

Slowly Marcel took off his lock from Lila until the woman ran away and shifted from in front of him.

Lila's closing in on Marcel. Poked his hand against the man's cheek and stroked softly. He grabbed the nape of Marcel's neck and hugged him. Lean affectionately on Marcel's shoulder while comforting him.

"I know the pain, brother. But you must be happy. Appreciate your life!" Slowly Lila took off her embrace and returned to Marcel who began to glaze over. "He you love doesn't mean it's good for your life."

Marcel looked at Lila. Looking into each other's eyes. I guess what the woman wanted to say.

"I'm not forcing your heart, I just want you to be happy and forget your sindi!" lila hugged back and cried on Marcel's shoulder.

Marcel didn't welcome that hug as usual. He looked down stiff. Review every prayer Lila made for her.