The Third Match.

Cosmetics.

"Mas, what do you think of my proposal? Agree, if we look at Ms Bella?" Diah.

"I'm according to Diah, if that's the best thing" Marsel replied.

"But we go to the apartment first Yank, it is impossible right, early in the morning we go to the hospital, not yet besuk the problem" said Marsel was right.

"You better see it later in the afternoon, Lita deliver it home first" said Mommy. Children under 12 years old are not allowed to enter the very strict hospital.

"Good Mom" said Marsel and Diah. Marsel then contacted Symon to deliver him.

While waiting for Symon, Diah chatted with mommy in her room. There are uneg-unegs in Diah's heart, which must be asked.

"Mom, can Diah ask you something no?" Diah looked at Mom, who was leaning on the pillow that aunt stacked three.

"You ask me what Diah is. Why are you so serious?" Mom asked her eyes not to turn away from Diah.

Diah took a heavy breath. "Mommy already knows, if the one in Bella's bladder is Marcello's son?" Diah asked carefully, so that her in-laws would not be surprised.

"Bella talked to you so much, Mom, Diah... Mom can't believe it at all, if it's Ello's son," mommy argued.

"Mom... This is for example, the child in Bella's birth is really the child of Marsel, what will mommy do?" ask Diah seriously.

"Mom's not sure!" resolute mom. "As long as Bella leaves the house, mommy has forbidden Ello to see Bella, Diah" Mommy looks furious.

"When, Mommy warned Bella. I gave her a year to come back, and correct her mistake.But Bella is no good, just disappeared for a few years, so where it might be Ello's son." Mommy hates remembering that.

"Mom, whose name is husband and wife, quarrels ordinary, surely mom knows better than Diah.But mommy does not know, if they secretly arrange meetings and do each other without mommy knows," Diah.

Mommy is silent for a moment seems to think something "Have Diah.don't think about anything, which is important take care of your health, and also the baby you bear" concluded mommy.

"Good Mom" Diah looked disappointed not to get an answer from the real mommy.

"Your family in Jakarta is healthy all right, son?" mommy, divert, last night hasn't had time to ask Diah's family anyway.

"Alhamdulillah, well, Mom" Diah answered briefly.

Mommy looked at Diah misp, honestly mommy herself confused to answer, mommy also did not know for sure whose child.

Tok to tok.

"Mama.. awaited Papa.." exclaimed Lita from outside the room.

"Okay, baby." replied Diah from the room.

"Mom, Diah left first huh" Diah kissed mommy's back hand.

"Yes, son, sleep here tonight, yes" mom asked, Diah nodded and then walked out of the room.

"I'm sorry Mommy Diah" Mom spoke to herself after Diah opened the door and walked out.

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"Where were you Yank?" marsel asked when they were in the car.

"Talk to Mommy in the room, why is that?" Diah looked to the side.

"No... Just ask, it's not okay, talk to Mommy?" cecar Marsel's.

"Keppo," Diah answered short.

"You're brave now, always looking," Kontan cheeked in her husband's jewel.

"Papiiii.your son is persecuted.." cried Diah full of drama. Symon who can not speak Indonesian is just like a toothless goat.

"Ahaha..Mama's cheeks are red..." Lita justteru laughed at Diah, rubbing Diah's cheeks.

"Therefore do not use secrets so in the crack, is not Lit?" Marsel asked for help.

"No! I'll help you, Mama" Lita also mocked her papa.

"Yeeee..." Diah again rubbed his shoulders and was hugged by Marsel.

"Ma, that was in oma's room, didn't you hear the boom?" ask Lita.

"No, there was a boom.. Where?" Diah looked at Lita, but Lita just giggled. "There's really a boom Mas sound?" Diah pulled the shoulder of Marsel who did not want to look.

I don't know," Marsel put his shoulder out.

"Haihihah... Mama was tricked, she meant, Oma likes to throw the wind," Lita giggled. Marsel and Symon laughed..

"Huh Father the same son equally complicated!" grumbling Diah.

The silly chatter stopped, as they arrived at the apartment. Marsel immediately took the child and his wife to take the elevator to the apartment owned by Marsel.

"This is Diah's pin number" Marsel said, indicating the pin number, when Marsel opened the room.

"Yes Mas"

"Please enter my queen" Marsel hugged Diah's shoulder, and Lita followed Symon behind.

"Waah, there's a kitchen too" Diah jubilant.

"Don't be weird yeah, anyway you can't cook," Marsel said suddenly stiffened.

"Yes, yeah. I also know, my cooking is not good," Diah snatched an upset. Marsel scratched his nape almost slipped.

"It's not bad, baby. You're pregnant again, don't be too tired," said Marsel, then headed to one of the rooms. "Lita.. later tonight you're bobo here yeah," said Marsel.

"Siip Pa, last week Lita was already here Pa, so already know," said Lita. Marsel gave a thumbs up to his daughter. Then came back to Diah who was still rolling his eyes, here and there.

"Symon, you'd better go home first, come back later in the afternoon, take us to the hospital" he said.

"Okay sir, I'm sorry." Symom is leaving.

"Now we're here yuk" Marsel then takes Diah to his room.

"This is our room Yank" said Marsel then took off his jacket, draped it on a dresser chair and then to the bathroom.

"Yes" replied Diah.

Diah approached the dresser, intending to fold her husband's jacket. But his eyes catch, the muke up tool that is still neatly lined up.

A cosmetic that has not been purchased for a long time. Cosmetics are not kw but genuine and classy, luxurious which are exorbitant in price.

Diah lifted the perfume that was still full, opening the new listics in use several times.

Diah's question is; not her expensive cosmetic problem. But is Bella still here often? If it is true, it is no longer wrong, that the child in Bella's birth, is definitely the child of Marsel. Inner Diah.

Checklots

The bathroom door was opened, Diah immediately moved away sitting on the bed. Diah observes Marsel's movements in fact Diah does not want to always be prejudiced, and suspects her husband, because this will have an impact on the harmony of her household. But why is it so hard for Diah to trust Marsel completely.

"Yank, tumben, you brought this much muke up?" Marsel squinting eyes looking at many cosmetics. Marsel's question left Diah flabbergasted.

"That's a cosmetic right there since then Mas, did not see just now did not save the jacket?" Diah asked back.

"The time is right." said Marsel, walking towards Diah.

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