The Third Match.

Sorry is Easy.

...THANKS FOR NOT BOMBING....

Diah got down from the taxi carrying the child, her eyes reddened with tears, her condition was very chaotic.

All that can not be separated from the attention of Marni who is watering plants, see who comes immediately open the fence.

"Master's home, Mar?" ask Diah, walking.

"Not yet"

Although Diah knew, Marsel had not yet returned. Because, there is no car in the garage.But who knows, Marsel had to go home first. Because he was gone too long ago.

"Lita let me carry, Non" Marni intends to take over Lita, seeing Diah seems tired.

"No need Mar, please just open the door" he said.

"Good Non" Marni walked first and then opened the front door.

Diah climbed the stairs step by step, feeling tired body soul. After Marni opens the door, Diah throws Lita in bed.

"Thank you Mar" said Diah.

"Together Non"

Diah immediately took a bath of Ashar prayer and then slept next to Lita. Diah who used to be different from Diah now, he became whiny and baperan.

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At the restaurant looks like Marselo just got off the car ushered mamang. He walked half-running and wanted to get inside, and apologized to his son and wife.

He feels guilty, surely his wife's children are very disappointed because of his actions. The road was near where Diah, and Calista had left him. In his mind, Marsel, his wife is still waiting for him. However, empty. Marsel slowed his pace.

His legs felt stiff to move, his heart slipped, staring at the dish he ordered was still intact untouched. And what surprised him even more was; there were no children and his wife there.

Marsel sat down to try to contact Honey. But not in lift. Marsel knew they were angry.

Marsel immediately paid the bill even if they did not eat it was a consequence. Marcel finally got back to the car.

"Well, how is it, sir?" mamang asked surprised.

"They seem to have gone home first, Mang" he replied as he got into the car. Naturally, it is now 4 pm.

The car was speeding, nobody was talking in the car. Actually, mamang wondered in his heart what his parents did at the hotel earlier. But there was no capacity for mamang to interfere in Marsel's personal affairs.

Arriving home, Marsel meets Marni and her aunt who are cooking.

"Same Lita has gone home bi?" marsel asked, taking cold water and then downing it.

"Have you?" answer Marni.

Marsel put the glass on the table then to his room. There was no wife in the room, Marsel closed the door again.

Marsel then went to his son's room. He pushed the door handle slowly, his eyes fixed on the bed. Lita sleeps in Diah's arms.

Won't bother Marsel back out.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Diah woke up from her sleep.

"Mama.." - Lita.

"Oh, are you awake? take a shower, keep eating, you just ate this morning" Diah rubbed Lita's forehead.

"Oh Allah, your body is hot..." Diah flabbergasted. Looking at Lita's watery eyes, her lips were dry.

"My head hurts Ma" said Lita.

"Wait a minute, yeah" Diah immediately walked out half-running, passing with Marsel both out of the room.

"I..." Marsel stopped Diah's langah. Diah did not pay attention to her husband.

No no no no. He ran down the stairs.

"Bi, please make porridge for Lita yes" he said.

"Well Non" without asking again aunt immediately take the rice and then wash it.

While Diah, take a basin filling it with warm water.

"What's the water for?" ask Marni who has finished bathing.

"Lita body temperature is high, Mar, want me to compress, please get a washcloth in the ironing place yes"

"Good Non" for the sake of Lita the whole house working together.

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"Lita's head hurts Pa"

"illness?" Marsel held Lita's forehead just like Diah did.

"We're going to the doctor, baby..." Marsel kisses Lita's cheek. Lita just shook her head weakly. Marsel's more guilty must be his son too tired, plus missed lunch.

Checklots.

Diah came in with a basin and washcloth approaching Lita. He squeezed out the washcloth he dipped in warm water.

"Just me" Marsel intends to compress it.

Plaque" Diah brushed off the hand of Marsel, who was sitting on the bed. Because of feeling guilty Marsel did not dare to say.

Diah scowled wryly without looking at the face of her husband who had just been confused whether to do what.

While Diah, stick a washcloth to Lita's forehead, over and over again. Diah didn't think Marsel was there.

Marsel then moved to the sofa leaning back, closing his eyes.

Tok to tok.

"Come in" said Diah.

"Non's grave" Marni went inside carrying the bowl.

"Here Mar, you guys take it back" Diah took the bowl after putting the washcloth.

"Good Non" said Marni, then out after taking the basin that Diah put on the floor.

"Porridge first, baby..." Diah thrust a spoon into Lita's mouth.

"Lita's mouth is bitter, Ma" rejected Lita.

"Try a little yes, your stomach is empty, let it heal quickly" as much as Diah persuaded until Lita was willing to open her mouth.

Little by little Diah was feeding while inviting him to tell stories, until the porridge stayed half.

"For a while" He took paracetamol in the medicine box. After finding the one you are looking for, then come back.

"Take the medicine first yes" Diah gave the medicine later, gave drinking water.

"Have mamam.. have taken medicine, continue Lita bobo. later wake up, Lita has healed." Diah kisses Lita's forehead, like her own.

"Mama don't go..." Lita sulking.

"No dong..." Diah hugged Lita's body back rubbing her shoulders.

Diah immediately remembered Syifa her biological child, had almost a month had not been able to see, increasingly adding to his thoughts.

Lita snored softly, Diah hurried to wake up soon to pray Maghrib.

Diah sees Marsel sleeping on the couch slanting or not, Diah has no intention of waking up.

"Mar.. please accompany Lita first yes" Diah wrote the message rather than having to go down.

"Good Non" Marni immediately accompanied Lita while Diah went into the room, performing the maghrib prayer.

"I..." Marsel approached his wife who was folding her face.

Diah stays up talking.

"I'm sorry. I was..." Marsel paused his words.

"Why were you?! answer that! My mother!" snapped Diah, painstakingly dampening emotions still can not stand.

"Don't just easily apologize, then repeat the mistake. Sorry is easy, but it won't do you any good, if you repeat the mistake again"

"I..." Marsel approached his crying wife. But Diah stayed away.

"I was..." Marsel wants to say.

"It is already! needless to say, I already know, you were dating your beloved woman"

Deg.

Marsel surprised. "What do you mean, Diah?"

"Well..." Diah laughed at the making.

"No need to pretend not to know Mas, you must leave me, even your flesh and blood"

"If your goal is to marry me, just want to hurt me better I retreat Mas? I'm tired Mas, I'm tired.. hisk hisk." As powerful as anything Diah held back her tears so as not to fall in front of Marsel anyway finally came down too.

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