The Voice of the Husband

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In the living room of Naren's house, Gio sat on the sofa after being welcomed. He was still silent, after hearing a firm voice from Naren. The best way to get the atmosphere back cold, not as hot as before.

"Drink the water first." Naren, tell Gio flatly. No longer want to be ordinary. Wanting unusual. Shows the other side of her known friendly man with a million patience.

Nodding, Gio immediately took a glass of drinking water that was served. Drink it quickly to the toilet. Trying to eliminate the nervousness or strange that is in his body.

"Thank you" he said softly, but it could still be heard by Naren and Nara sitting not far from him.

"Go to the core. What exactly was your purpose here?" Naren began a serious conversation that afternoon.

"I want to take what you've taken from me." replied Gio, staring at Naren.

"What have I taken from you?" Naren asked, as if he did not understand what Gio said.

Gio grieving. "You already know. What you took from me. In fact, without my permission." he insisted, so that the interlocutor understood.

Naren smiled, "I'm not taking. Instead of getting the trust to keep something that must be taken care of properly. Not even left and left for granted." did not want that, Naren uses his logic.

The two stared at each other sharply. "Return. Now I'm back. I'll take care of him."

"Reverting? Then, the one you should be guarding, you will also leave behind like trash?" Naren asked back.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Go back. Take care of what you already have. Don't expect what belongs to someone else to come back to you." Naren got up, holding Nara's hand. Walking left Gio who was still sitting on the spot.

His hands were clenched, angry. This isn't what he wanted. He just wanted what was taken from him back.

The driver who served as a security guard immediately entered after being ordered by Naren to tell Gio to leave immediately. Because his arrival will only open wounds.

Gio walks with the driver. Occasionally glance at the house whose door is now tightly closed. It turned out that his arrival was not as welcome as he had once wanted. It is hard to take back what belongs to someone else.

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In the Philippines, Chesa is preparing to follow her husband to Indonesia. Clothes and equipment are neatly arranged in the suitcase. Passports and airfare are complete. Waiting for flight hours.

"I won't let you come back with him. I'm your wife and she's just an ex. But why did you leave your wife for your ex? How much do you love her?" he asked, tears flowing behind the black glasses. Until someone sat next to him, making him immediately wipe away the flowing tears. Shame to see people.

The plane took off smoothly. Airing above the white clouds. Seven more hours had passed when the plane landed safely at Soekarno-hatta airport, Jakarta.

Chesa got off the plane. Pulling his suitcase, walking like an artist at the airport. Find a restaurant he knows. It's still the same, the name. Only her place is now different from the last time she was with her best friends, Zeline and Nara.

After eating, Chesa headed to the hotel by taxi. The money on the card is no longer worried. Everything is without limits. He just needs to know his place. And pay directly. Done it. Like the hotel he ordered. Five star.

"I'm going to Nara's house. Then, looking for my husband." Before going to bed, Chesa took the time to plan tomorrow.

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