
"Assalamualaikum" exclaimed Dara upon arriving at his house.
Mama Syerli, who was sitting in the living room watching television, stood up when she heard her daughter's voice. Her smile instantly expanded upon seeing Dara coming home.
"With" said Syerli
"Ma" Dara replied, then hugged the middle-aged woman tightly.
"Finally you come home too baby, mom misses you very much"
"I miss my mom too"
Dara let go of the embrace, looking at the Mama intensely. Kening Syerli shriveled when he saw Dara's eyes glazed over, and a second later his daughter immediately cried while sitting on the sofa.
"What's the matter, baby ? Why are you crying ? Don't you like coming home ?" asked Syerli consecutively, he sat down beside Dara then stroked Dara's back gently.
Dara shook her head "It's not so Ma, I'm sad because I was kicked out by Kenzo mas" he sobbed considering how Kenzo was treated.
"This is all because of Rendi" cried Dara then, if only Rendi had not dismantled her identity, she would not have felt this. Kenzo would not hate him.
"What happened?, why do you call the name Rendi ?" when Sherli asked the question, he became more confused.
"Rendi broke my identity in front of Kenzo, until I was kicked out of the house"
The more confused Syerli at this time, why Dara was so beaten by his employer. According to her it was a good thing so Dara could go home sooner.
Could it be that Syerli needs to thank Rendi ?.
"Dear, maybe this is the way. You rest there ! Surely you are tired" pinta Syerli who did not want to ask again.
Dara nodded, perhaps she needed some rest to calm her hardened heart.
"I'm going to Ma's room first"
"Yes my son"
Leaving her bag lying just on the floor, Dara stepped her feet towards the room. He opened the door of the room slowly.
Can not be denied that Dara misses this place so much, it has been a long time he did not sleep and inhale the aroma of his favorite fragrance.
"What about Neysa?, is she still crying ?" at a time like this, Dara's memory continues to focus on Neysa. She still remembered Neysa's echoing cry as she called out her name.
It felt like Dara wanted to take Neysa with her, but that was unlikely to happen. He's a nobody.
"Hah" Dara took a deep breath, her palm wiping away the tears still running down her cheeks. "May you be well Ney, I hope Papa you get a better wife"
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Night visit, near the pool Kenzo sits alone. He remembered this place was where he and Dara officially became lovers.
Kenzo glanced to the side, where Dara often sat there. In fact, his heart was quite sick when he ended their relationship earlier.
But the anger got over him, Kenzo did not accept with Dara's lies whatever the woman's reasons. A little strange mind comes to mind that Dara disguised herself as a maid to spy on her company.
Damn it.. !!
The blow just continued to slide, one hand Kenzo clenched, his eyes looking straight ahead.
"Mas Ken"
"Why is Ken here ?" vio asked softly enough, but Kenzo refused to answer he stood up to leave Vio alone.
"When do you want to avoid?, when do you refuse this destiny ?. We have to get married and this is Kak Allis's request" shouted Vio who managed to stop the rare Kenzo leg.
The man turned his head back, took a deep breath and walked over to Vio.
"Please don't talk about this first Vi!, right now my mind is in a state of turmoil" Kenzo said softly.
"Keep up to when I have to wait without certainty mas?, do you think I want to marry a mas to replace the position of Brother Allis ?" Vio dissected his speech, he looked at Kenzo's face .
"No, I don't want to be in this position. Just so you know I was willing to leave my lover just to marry you. I'm doing this because I love Alli's sister" continued Vio again.
Kenzo was silent for a while, Vio's remark might have a point. The woman cannot be his wife and mother Neysa said. Kenzo is very upset as close as Vio couple problems, in the past Allisya often told the type of guy that Vio likes.
"Don't you think it's just a wounded mas, I'm the same" said Vio again, his sneaky smile slightly turned upside down when he saw Kenzo's guilty look on the face.
"Sorry Vi" that's all that came out of the man's mouth.
"Why do you keep apologizing mas?, sorry you don't mean anything to me, I need a decision mas"
Taking a deep breath, Kenzo looked at Vio again.
"Ok, next week we will get married" Kenzo said loudly, after saying that Kenzo passed from the presence of Vio.
Vio's smile continued to expand, his eyes still staring at Kenzo's burly back who was slowly moving away. Then his palm stroked the part of the stomach that was still flat.
"You'll soon have papa" he murmured, then left the place.
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Either this is the right decision or the wrong decision for Kenzo. At the moment, the man is frustrated himself.
Next week he will marry Vio, his own sister-in-law. There is no other way for Kenzo, especially women who managed to make him fall in love again even cause the deepest wounds.
The night is getting late, but Kenzo's eyes are reluctant to close. He slept on his back while staring at the white ceiling.
"Maybe this is the best way, after all the two parents Dara will return to match Dara with Rendi" Kenzo murmured.
He picked up his phone on the nightstand, then looked at the social media he had. Nothing interesting there, Kenzo also switched to open WatshApp, his finger pressed Dara's number.
There Dara status is online, I don't know what the woman is doing until she has not slept properly. Maybe Dara's waiting for a message from Kenzo. That's what's on that man's mind.
"Why haven't you slept" Kenzo's fingers type on the keyboard. But as fast as lightning he erased it again.
Kenzo remembers, he and Dara had nothing to do anymore. That woman doesn't deserve him. Especially next week he and Vio will have a wedding. So Kenzo has to keep Vio feeling.
Blockage....
Kenzo ends up choosing a shortcut, blocking Dara's number. He thinks this is the best way.
"May you be happy Ra"
"I'm sorry if I ever hurt you"
He put his phone back on the nightstand, trying to close his eyes even though it was very difficult. This is something that Kenzo does not like, he will find it difficult to sleep if he is thinking a lot.