The Virgin Widow of the Solehah

Chapter 67. Regrets of the Former

Reza was still silent in his place, pecking and recalling the spicy sentences that were always interspersed with the word garbage sliding from the mouth of the famous and powerful CEO, making Reza feel very humbled. The man was in disbelief that Adinda and Akram were now like a married couple with an adorable little boy, what a painful sight!

‘You used to talk politely and respectfully and respect me, Adinda but why are you changing now? Is that how you hate me so much that you don't want to give me a second chance?’ batin Reza felt tormented full of regrets.

If only time could be turned back then Reza would never make the fatal mistake of playing women behind his wife. Although they initially only did contract marriage but he also realized that in every point they had agreed, there should not be an affair between them until one year of marriage runs.

‘I'm sorry Adinda .. because my own mistakes make this heart always feel hurt. I never wanted to understand at all how hurt your heart was when I brought a woman into our home and you were still silent when you saw me making out with another woman in the living room. I am indeed a husband who does not deserve you but is it wrong if I still hope that one day we can reunite?’ Reza regrets but time can no longer be rotated which remains only a feeling of sadness, hurt by his own nature with a deep regret of wanting to correct mistakes, but despair that can not be knitted back.

Without feeling the man's body was so limp that he leaned against one of the walls, his body was shed to the floor with a few drops of tears flowing past his cheeks unexpectedly until some passersby wanted to go to the toilet to look strangely at him.

“Mas, Mas ... are you okay? Do you need my help? If for example you are sick let me take you to the hospital, or are you too tired?” ask an office boy supermarket when he saw Reza's body that had been like a tired person or rather like a person who would faint, he said, the man, who had worked five years at the supermarket, came to her.

Reza raised his head with the remains of tears still tracing on both cheeks, giving a smile with forced to accompany the head bobble.

“I'm fine, sir. My head was just a little dizzy, later after a short break it will also be fine,” said Reza felt a little embarrassed because it turns out there are still people who pay attention to it, he said, though usually there will be no humans who care due to the nature of individuals who are almost ingrained in this day and age.

The office boy looked a little from head to toe Reza, noticing that the man he was asking now looked classy and not a random person, but why did the handsome man cry? The office boy asked in astonishment at the heart.

“Are you sure? If you need help do not hesitate, God willing I will help you if it does not feel strong to go home then I will ask my superiors for permission to drive you, or maybe you want me to call you a cab?” The man smiled sincerely, it seemed that the man had no other intention but lillahi ta'ala to help Reza.

Why is it more sensitive always commoners like employees who have the status of office boy? This is the world today where empathy is difficult to get, sometimes even when there is an accident, people are busy viral by recording video and disseminating, he said, very rarely do people care and want to help the victim.

“Thank you very much, sir but I am still strong enough to drive my own car,” said Reza began to rise from the floor and stand up while curling his lips, giving a friendly smile to men in green uniforms.

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“You why keep quiet from now on, are you still thinking about your ex-husband?” tanya Akram who was sitting casually beside Adinda.

They were both waiting for Caca who was playing with the ball. Both look very harmonious like a husband and wife even some pairs of eyes believe, if they are indeed a small family who are playing with their children.

Both seem to be patient waiting for a cool child to play colorful balls. Sometimes Caca waved her tiny hand with a sparkling face on Adinda and Akram while calling papa and also mother.

“Papa .. Mother ... Caca di ciniii!!” the voice shouted with his hands waving at the two.

“Bundaa, becok us to cini again huh?!” he continued to scream happily.

Adinda replied to the little one's hand and also gave a smile accompanied by a nod of the head even though she knew if the request for pox was impossible yes you would because whatever the decision in the house always had to get permission from the dark-eyed master.

“Papa, Caca aus, want to drink,” said Caca who suddenly ran close to his papa.

Adinda had indeed brought a bag containing all the equipment needed by the little one, just grabbed the bag and took a bottle filled with meniral water to give it to Caca, but someone who was very avoided Akram even suddenly came to approach.

“Eh there is a beautiful princess here, want aunty's drink, no? It feels like a very.”

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