
Now Adinda was on the terrace facing the door that was approaching a high brown from the original teak wood, opening the door that was still locked. Adinda remembers once that she had a spare key that she accidentally put under one of the neatly arranged flower pots decorating the terrace of their house. The girl quickly set foot there, took the key after handing Caca over to her Papa and there did not want her to wake up.
“Alhamdulillah it turns out the key is still here,” said the girl as she lifted the key into the air and then stepped back towards the door and opened it.
Chequek!
The door opened, Adinda also allowed the in-laws and Akram to go inside and sit in the living room even though the girl had closed her eyes when she saw the condition of the house was very messy.
“It looks like Mas Reza hasn't woken up yet, let me go upstairs to wake him up!” said Adinda left her guests but quickly Suryo's mother chimed in and stood up, “Mama will come with you!”
The two women of different generations went up to the second floor because the main room was up there. Actually, Adinda was a little worried because she was afraid that the in-laws knew that she and Reza had never slept in the room once, rather had never spent the night with one bed together.
“Loh Ma, how on the doorstep of the room Mas Reza there are women's slippers?” ask Adinda with a frown. How could the man who was still her husband's status bring a woman to bed without any bond, even though he himself never wanted to be touched by Reza. The man always said that Adinda was not worthy of him, maybe this is proof of the wrong marriage from the beginning.
Suryo's mother's body shook as her hand held the door panel. There was a writhing anxiety in her soul as a woman and there was a fear that what was inside her current head would come true.
Chequek!
Suryo's mother opened the door wide until Adinda could immediately see what the two different humans were in there. Sleep by hugging each other without wearing a cloth of a thread.
“REZAA!!” tekik Ibu Suryo with a high tone to make Mr. Suryo who was chatting with Akram so follow up the steps to see what is happening.
“Sorry Ma, I hope you no longer maintain my household with Mas Reza. I just intend to go home and ask your mother for help as a mediator to solve the problem that happened between us but look at your son! By Allah I am not happy to continue this marriage!” She stepped out of the room with tears flowing down her cheeks.
The girl even forgot that there was Akram who had come up to the main room, watching the former battle scene of a pair of humans who had just done the production process of making babies. The girl was too sick and hurt to see the reality until she went into the room downstairs to pick up the documents she needed in court for the sake of the divorce process.
She felt it was time to get out of here, grab a suitcase and grab the closet door and put all the clothes she had in a large suitcase, because he was preparing to continue college even though Reza had married him.
Adinda tidied up the clothes while crying sobbing until without realizing, the figure of Akram was back standing in the doorway of his room. It was very desirable that the man gave a warm hug to calm Adinda but she was aware of the position of her who was nobody.
“Mother why nanyih? Telus why was papa mukul olang above cana?” asked the little girl so softly and then thrashed so that Akram lowered his body until the Girl ran away and poured into Adinda's arms.
“Caca Cayang cama Bunda, so Mother ndak can nanyih again!” continued the girl on the saddle of Adinda.
“No dear, Mother does not cry! This Mother is just a little flickering because of the dust in the closet,” the girl's alibi makes excuses so that the little one does not mind.
Akram finally got in the courage to help the woman clean up what she wanted to bring, “for a while you can stay in my house again! Or if you mind, I can give you an apartment that has never been used. Think of it as a gift from me as Papa Caca because you have made my son so happy!”
“That adinda is still legal as my wife so you have no right to take her, Mr Akram!”