The Untouched Heart

Chapter 135 - His Effort May Also Be

“Do we have to talk about that?” I said put on a face. He looked at me expressionlessly. I hate it every time he does. “She said that she loves me and will marry me if you leave me again.”

“On what basis did he say so?” ask Hendra.

“I don't know and don't want to know.” I lay my head on his chest again. “I don't want to talk about anyone else. Our problems are many, I do not want to add it again.” His chest came back up and down as he took a deep breath then let out slowly.

“I suspect your ex is saying something that makes people believe that you and I are not okay.” Hendra rubbed my hair again.

“Ah, about that. How about we watch it? I also want to know what he said until people talk about me behind my back.” Surprisingly, Hendra nodded in agreement with my proposal.

We sat down, and Hendra picked up the television remote. He opened a site that showed us various videos and found what we were looking for. Hm. The television station that aired the show belonged to the Dicky family. Does he have anything to do with this? Not likely. Vivaldo and Dicky don't know each other.

Vivaldo arrogantly talked about his relationship with me in the past. Then he told her that Hendra framed her so I cut off the relationship and accepted my husband's proposal. For years without children, I became pregnant after sleeping with her. He conveyed his suspicions that Hadi was his son.

The news was stale, so I ignored it. But he dared to say that I occasionally slept with him without my husband's knowledge. I was lonely because I was often left behind so I sought satisfaction from other men. When we got divorced, she was in prison so we couldn't be together and I got pregnant again from another man. Evidence that even at the time of divorce, I was still looking for satisfaction in bed.

“You said that you love Zahara. Then why did you open his disgrace in front of so many people?” ask the interviewer in a confused tone.

“Mahendra Perkasa always put his family's good name above all else. I was just taking advantage of public pressure to get him to let go of Araku.” Vivaldo looked at the camera. “There is no one else in the world who loves Ara like me. If Mahendra has the power and money to hold him back, then I have the media support to get him back.”

Media support? He used the media to get me back? Was he not wrong? No one will support the act of infidelity. He was obviously annoying people's wives. What support will he get? What happened was that people insulted me and my husband. No one talked about his support.

“Usaha he can too.” Hendra switched television channels and stopped on a channel that played one of the children's films. “But he just humiliated himself. He constantly says that he loves you. Not once did he say that you loved him either. We just let him get the crowd's attention.”

Hendra hugged my body, then smiled. “I've had enough to get your attention.” He kissed my lips. I laugh.

“Gombal. You also love the attention of children.” I pinched his cheek with a pinch.

“I consider it a bonus.” He kissed me again.

After breakfast the next day, we returned to Jakarta. We sang together along the way accompanied by Ara's long howls. We laughed at it. As the children fell asleep, Hendra and I talked about things lightly so that he would not get sleepy.

And the sight that only I heard from my friends, I finally witnessed with my own eyes. Dozens of reporters stood by the road leading to our home. Cars with labels of various television stations and news shows are neatly parked along the way. They're still holding on to get confirmation from us?

“We can't stay here for a while.” Hendra did not turn towards the gate of our house but continued to drive through it. “Luckily I used this car. When I use my Audi, they will recognize it immediately.”

“Where will we stay?” many confused.

Looking at that tall building I hit my own forehead. I forgot that Hendra had an apartment. I haven't been to this place in a long time. We took turns showering after laying the children on their beds.

Liando came later with a suitcase filled with our clothes, Ara's bed, some belongings of mine, as well as dinner. He asks if Fahri needs to come to cook food as usual, Hendra refuses. Workers at home also need a chef.

“Then who will cook food for us?” I was confused after Liando left.

“This apartment provides catering. I'll order from them. The food is healthy, don't worry. It's only for a while. Maybe this weekend we can go home. I'm not sure they'll last more than a week.”

“Good.”

I checked the clothes in the suitcase, then tidied up all of Hendra's suits. He can't wear a tangled outfit. I also tidied up Hadi's school uniform. After finishing tidying up the clothes, I helped Dira to take an afternoon bath. They played with Ara as Hendra and I sat on the couch resting.

The television was broadcasting and I was grateful that no one but Vivaldo was talking about my married life and Mahendra. My family and friends shut up is common. But Hendra's parents still did not comment was a surprise. I think they, or at least Mama, will take advantage of this situation to separate me from their son. Apparently not. They are also silent.

“Mama, will Papa take me to school?” asked Hadi as I checked his food supply box from the apartment catering on Monday morning.

“No, Son. Mr. Liando will come get you. He's already in the parking lot,” replied Hendra who just came out of the room. He looks very handsome in his work suit. I smiled as she kissed my lips, then she kissed the heads of the children.

“Papa leaving now?” ask Hadi. I cleaned Dira's hand with a wet tissue before Hendra told her.

“Iya. Papa had an important meeting this morning. You are well in school, yes.” Hendra stroked our son's head. He immediately accepted his father's advice. As I expected, Hendra lifted Dira from his special chair while walking towards the door.

“Hopefully today's meeting goes smoothly.” I followed.

“Definitely. Papa's gone, yeah, baby. Be nice with Mama here.” Hendra kissed Dira's cheek and gave it to me. “See you later, Hadi.” We waved to him. And the door was closed.

Liando came later while carrying some of my ordered goods. Hadi went with him, the three of us stared at the apartment that felt empty. I gave Dira's favorite doll that she immediately received with a cheerful cheer, and then tidied her other dolls in her room. Unread books for their lullabies also I put in their beds.

I accompanied Dira and Ara to play until my little girl fell asleep, then I could continue my new book chapter. The atmosphere of the residence without the presence of Yuyun and her comrades was indeed different. I feel a little lonely here. But I write better.

The apartment door was knocked, I opened it and received the food delivered by the caterer. I purposely asked them not to ring the bell so that Dira would not wake up. As I was about to close the door, the elevator opened and Hadi and Liando got out of there. I smile. But when I saw my son's face, I frowned.

“Mamaaa!!” exclaimed Hadi who immediately scattered his body in my arms. I looked at Liando in confusion. My son was crying. What the hell's going on?