The Third Match.

Stealing Opportunity.

Time crept up, before Marsel's magrib was still circling around looking for Diah.

Marsel's actually not sure, will find Diah. It's hard to find someone who doesn't know where to go. But Lita continued to whine, forced to follow what Lita wanted. Marsel felt dizzy by his wife and child.

"We bought a toy yuk, that's.there's a maianan seller" Marsel pointed to the toyman who went over with the cart. However, despite being persuaded Lita tertours crying. They are currently resting in a roadside park.

"No want! Lita wants Mama!" answer manyun. Lita since childhood did not know the figure of a mother. And when he gets a stepmother who loves him very much he does not want to lose. Stepmother and biological mother of course Lita can not distinguish, which she knows Diah can understand him.

Marcel took a deep breath. The father and son drowned in their own daydreams. That burly hand, reached into the pouch, once again contacting Diah. Even if the call came in, but still not raised.

That angry you are Diah, until just call me, you do not pick up. The batteries.

Marsel then calls Adit, maybe Diah looks at his son. But Adit said that his family was still at the hotel, just preparing to go home, without making it clear Marsel already knew the answer that Diah was not there.

The handsome man then called Mr. Renggono.

"Hallo!"

The first dingan was immediately lifted but not Mr. Renggono.

"Hallo! Ms.... how are you?" marsel asked his father-in-law, it turned out that Crisp ma'am was lifting up.

"Good news! what's the Cell?" ask Miss Reny to dhe point.

"Nothing, just want to ask the news of Mother" lies Marsel is not likely to ask Diah directly. Yes, if Diah was there, if not, Diah's parents would have asked all sorts of questions. And if Diah finds out that she ran away from home, Marsel would be considered a bad man.

"Say the same Diah Sel, ask for a transfer as soon as possible, mother has no money" said Miss Reny. Marsel was stunned he did not know the nature of his in-laws.

"I've called a few times, but your wife doesn't want to give you money, instead she wants to come to your house, no, outrageous! right?!" the Crisp foam toilet made Marsel frown.

"Oh, yes, I will say, Mom, if you want to come home, please" concluded Marsel ended the chat, then put the phone in your pocket.

Oh, apparently, Miss Reny likes to ask for money, but why didn't Diah tell me?

"Now we go home, who knows, Mama's home" Marsel leads Lita.

*******

The wet afternoon breeze blew gently on her sleeping face as if waking her sleep.

Diah wriggling faintly sounded the melodious voice of the adhan.

Astagfirlullah.

Diah was startled, as fast as lightning he walked down the stairs, the first he went to was; lita's room. He was stunned at the door to see Lita's room looked quiet, her bed was empty.

Diah rushed to her room there was no Marsel. He was somewhat relieved Lita must have taken an afternoon walk with her papa.

Diah grabbed a towel and then took a bath, flushed my body feeling fresh, then copied the clothes.

After the Maghrib prayer, Diah looked for sacred objects, which he stored in a bag, went home to attend the wedding invitation he had not seen.

Diah's eyes widened, a lot of calls came in, from Marsel, and Miss Reny, her birth mother.

Diah called her husband back, but was not picked up, then contacted her mother.

"Hallo!" ketus bu Reny.

"Assynoltom..." Diah said hello.

"Goddessalam..."

"Mommy called me, what's wrong, Mom?" ask Diah gently.

"You don't know! or pretend you don't know Diah?! not since three days ago, I asked to send money!" the sound of crispy mom is rising.

"I'm sorry Mom, Diah can't send money right now, Diah's not working" Diah explained.

"Your husband is rich, ask dong! either he, or the mother who asked for it herself!" crispy didn't seem to understand either.

"Don't!" He knew his mother's nature.

"Mom wait two days, if you haven't already asked Marsel!"

Tut's.

He threw the phone to the bed. He kneaded his temple thinking, where can he get money quickly, ask Marsel? oh no. He did not want to humiliate himself, he was indeed the wife of Marsel, but still vague.

Diah was a fool so quick to accept Marsel. There is no other choice, except to be ready to face the vices of Marsesel who is beginning to be seen.

Yesterday while he was still working, he was able to set aside a small part for his mother, but now his mind was completely deadlocked.

There's no other way, I have to call papi.

Diah took the phone back looking for papi's name. When he wanted to click the number, he remembered Mamy Desty, of course Diah had to keep his feelings.

Diah threw the cell phone back, then laid her body on the bed.

Checklots.

The door opened and Marsel was home.

"Where are you from?!" ketus Marsel stared at Diah sharply.

"Not anywhere, where are you?" Behind him asked. Then he woke up quickly.

"Don't lie! who are you meeting?!" Marsel opened his jacket and threw it on the bed. Diah caught the jacket.

"Have not been angry continuously, without showing your anger, I already know, if you are the type of angry man," Diah then moved from his seat.

"What did you say?" Marsel approached Diah.

"I'm not lying, Mr. Marsel, I'm sleeping" said Diah, who was hanging a jacket in the closet.

"Not lie to you! without you saying anything, I already know, that you are, the liar type of woman!" Marsel turned Diah's words upside down, standing beside Diah who was on her tiptoes hooking up an unflagging hanger.

Behind the body. "House speaks to you!" Diah pressed Marsel's chest with her index finger.

"Hap!

Marsel reflex stole Diah's lips in front of him, looking voluptuous. Even Marcel stole an opportunity.

"Lt!" Diah pushed down the chest of Marsel who was grinning cunningly. But Marsel is like harboring desire.

Diah intends to get out, but Marsel embraces Diah's body from behind drowning his face in his wife's nape.

"Shelves.

"Mama..." Calista suddenly walked in without knocking on the door. Diah reflex nudged Marsel's stomach until it fell to the mattress.

"Lita..." Diah approached Lita. There are still traces of tears on the cheeks.

"Where was your mom, then? papa Sama Lita, looking for nothing to see" Lita hugged Diah's stomach. Diah turned to Marsel who was laying his body on the mattress, his arms attached to cover the forehead.

"Here we sit down" Diah led Lita to take her to the bed, next to Marsel.

"Indeed, where is Lita looking for Mama?" tanya Diah touched Lita's reddish white cheeks.

"Finding a swivel using a motorbike, to the complex, to the Mall, to the park" said Lita.

"Huh? hihihi..." Diah giggles. Marsel immediately lowered his hand from the forehead. Staring at Diah sharp. He was upset to look for him until he was exhausted and laughed like he was innocent.

"Aahhhhhhhhhh... Mama! how did you laugh anyway?!" Lita also joined merengut.

"Haihihah... Mama, not anywhere, that was.. Mama sleeps on the rooptof, baby..hehe," Diah amused herself.

"What?!" Marsel suddenly woke up.

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