The Third Match.

Sad to hurt and hurt.

Almost two hours, the flight from Sukarno Hatta airport, to 1 Gusti Ngurah Rai airport, the couple to the destination.

With taxi services they headed for a luxury hotel not far from the beach.

"Alhamdulillah, finally to the destination" Marsel immediately dropped his body on the size of the bed.

"Clean first dong, Mas" said Diah, then put the luggage in the closet provided by the hotel.

"Okay..." Marsel immediately cleaned up and changed his clothes.

"Now, we should rest first later in the afternoon we go to the beach" said Marsel, Diah asserted.

Sleeping Marsel hugged Diah's body, at 10 am indeed most people will feel sleepy, and good to sleep. Sleeping that hour is not good for your health. But it's okay, once in a while.

Diah put Marsel's arm away slowly, then got off the bed. He went to the table, opened an electric kettle filling it with mineral water and boiled it.

Not even 5 minutes of water boiling. Diah made tea to warm her cold body.

He put a cup on the table, then turned on the phone he had ignored since last night.

Deeerrrtt. The HP in his hand shook. Then she shifted the green button.

Diah: "Assalamualaikum..."

Mommy: "Waalaikumsalam.." replied Mommy Marsel across the street.

Diah: "Mommy how are you?" Diah smiled, flattered to have good in-laws.

Mommy: "Good news Diah, I called Lita, said you were in Bali, right?"

Diah: "Hehehe.y Momy, we've only been here 15 minutes."

Mommy: "Where is Marcello?"

Diah: "Sleep Mom"

"Yes the child" both chuckled.

"Thank God, you finally follow Mommy's advice, have fun, son, quickly love a grandson to Mom, and sister to Lita" mommy chuckled back.

"Thank you Mom" Diah was so embarrassed, it was nice just over the phone if she saw Momy's face would definitely hide her face.

"Yeah son" Mommy ended the phone.

"Who's on the phone?" Marsel woke up from his sleep probably hearing Diah talk.

"Mommy, Mas" said Diah and sipped tea.

"Want coffee, or tea Mas, I made it?" Diah.

"Coffee may be, but don't be sweet, because the sugar is already on your face" he lashed.

"Start crunching deh" Diah mlengos then made coffee, but in his heart smiled.

"It's Mas's coffee" Diah put the coffee on the table, but Marsel was still limp in the bed.

"Ouch..." Marsel grimacing.

"Why?" Diah approached her husband looking panicked.

"This is what's sick" Marsel pointed to his junior.

"Cummer.nyebelin!" Diah gemes felt scratched, then tickled the waist of Marsel.

"Hahaha.. geli. geez geliiii..." Marsel squirmed left and right.

Marsel then grabbed Diah's body until it fell into his chest, there was a war in the blanket.

"Buy wake..." Diah woke Marsel, time was approaching dzuhur.

"Heeemmmm..." Marsel was still lazy to open his eyes.

"Mas woke up, it was noon, he said he wanted to go for a walk, but sleep continued.." protested Diah.

"Yes, yes, I woke up" Marsel sat looking at Diah who had finished bathing his hair was wet.

"You don't shower me, we don't shower together" Marsel said, walking to the bathroom. Not looking at his wife's lips that were shining, looking at him.

Diah then turned on the television, changing the button looking for the right spectacle.

In the end he found the life event inviting several celebrities, and there was a famous model who enlivened the event.

Who does not know the name Alysia Arabella, including Diah. Remembering Arabella, Diah remembered the name on Marsel's ring.

Deg.

"Maybe? Diah mutters. Then increase the volume.

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"It's very important, Ma'am, at this time I am focused on taking care of the family, for me, the family is: number one, there is nothing more important" Bella replied convincingly.

Plok plok.

"Wow! amazing" replied the presenter accompanied by a standing ovation from the audience.

"But.. That we heard, you left your husband, and a daughter for career, right,?" cecar presenters.

"That's not true, Ma'am, didn't I say, for me the family is: everything."

Plok plok.

"Well, we believe, but what still makes us wonder, who is your real husband? right as we often hear your husband is: a famous businessman?"

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"Honey..." Marsel's out of the bathroom. He turned his eyes towards Marsel.

"Yes Mas, I'm hungry" Diah approached Marsel leaving the television.

"Okay... I order first" Marsel ordered lunch, waiting. They drank coffee and tea while talking.

"Mas, can I ask you something no?" Diah turned to the television to ask about the famous model, but was being paused by advertisements.

Until the order comes.

"You asked me what, why not?" marsel asked, waiting for Diah's question.

"Later on, we'll eat first" Diah opened the rice box.

"Have you been here?" marsel asked, opening the mineral water.

"Not yet" Diah replied briefly.

"But ever take a walk?"

"Often, it's been ah, it doesn't need to be discussed" Diah felt unethical to tell at the time, because only Alfred often took her for a walk. They eat in silence until the rice is gone.

After enjoying Balinese cuisine, they booked a 24-hour lock-off car rental to surround the beauty of Bali tourism.

At the cleanest beachfront among the other beaches, they look at the pounding waves. Sit on the sand, while enjoying seafood culinary.

"Why are you, then, silent?" Marsel wrapped his hands around Diah's waist.

"I think Lita Mas, she must be sad" Lita's shadow when crying at the airport was always present in the eyelids. In addition, Diah also thought about the model on television earlier.

"Later tonight we call vidio, now smile dong" Marsel tightened his arms. Diah smiled too.

"Thank you, you loved me, loved Lita, even though Lita wasn't your real child" she said.

"How much I love Lita, have not been able to make up for my mistakes over Syifa Mas" Diah again sad.

"Seeettt, everyone has a past, Diah, and so do I" said Marsel.

"I want to be honest with you, Diah" as if there was a chance Marsel would start telling stories.

"Honest about what?" Diah stared fixedly at her husband.

"Regarding Mama Lita" said Marsel felt heavy wanting to start honest.

"Mama Lita?!" Diah glares sharply.

"Yes, I'd be honest with Diah, but please, you don't get angry, I love you, I really don't want to lose you" Marsel said.

"Yes already, keep going.. don't be convoluted, aahh..." Diah is impatient.

"When we ate at the restaurant the other day, when I left you guys, I wasn't actually seeing a client like I said, but-but" Marsel stuttered.

"But what is it?! talk soon?" Diah shook the knees of Marsel who sat cross-legged. Bad thoughts are in the heart.

"I-I'm meeting, Mama Calista"

"What?!" Diah instantly stood up, a furious radiance gleaming in the eyes. "So... Mama Calista is still alive Mas, you tricked me again Mas?!"

"Honey..."

Marsel then stood hugging Diah's body.

"Listen to me first, I'm not done yet"

"Let go! me!" Diah jerks Marsel's hand and runs off in no direction. He felt sad, sick and hurt.

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