THIS IS MY DESTINY...

40 Breeze afternoon

Finally Safia and Fanesa went for a walk driving a car. Safia is driving. At first Safia hesitated, but she had to try her hardest to eliminate all her fears. And finally it works, initially safia driving stiffly. After a few minutes, his body began to relax.

Fanesa opened the car door next to him trying to breathe the wind that ran across his beautiful face.

" dear, don't get your head out.that's danger...!" safia began advising her conjunct daughter.

" Yes ma, but try to breathe the wind this afternoon is really cool.." Fanesa brought his face to the door, but did not come out.

Safia followed Fanesa's advice to open the window and breathe in the afternoon breeze. " It's really peaceful." murmured Safia softly.

Shortly after joking and telling stories about many things, finally their car arrived at a crossroads. Their car stopped because the traffic lights were currently red. Safia focused on the road before her. But not realized next to Safia's car there is a motorcyclist is watching her.

The rider wore a full face helmet, so Safia could not recognize him. After waiting for a few minutes the traffic lights changed color and Safia put her car back on.

Fifteen minutes later Safia's car was parked in a basement mall in the city of Surabaya. Fanesa immediately took the hand of his stepmother. Fanesa walked without paying attention to the road before him. In fact, he had several times even collided with visitors to the mall.

" Fanes, watch the road in front of you....!" Safia seemed to gently reprimand Fanesa.

" I'm so happy ma, papa even mama never took me for a walk to the mall. I just went with Oma. It can also be counted with fingers" Fanesa seemed to pursed his lips.

Safia looked sad to hear Fanesa's words. Fanesa was born into a family but thirsted for attention and affection. Both his parents were busy with their own business.

" I once skipped school on the grounds of illness, even though I was walking to the mall all day ...hahaha" Fanesa laughed loosely considering his mischief in the past.

" Don't repeat again yes, if you want to walk around.mama will accompany you dear" Safia stroked Fanesa's head.

" Thank you ma, I hope your attitude will not change even if you already have a child from papa" said Fanesa expectantly.

" Don't...." Safia held up her index and middle fingers as if she was swearing.

They both went into a women's clothing store and all the women's trinkets.

Safia and Fanesa were busy choosing the items they wanted. Unaware they are separated. Fanesa was at the end of the corner where shoes and sandals were lined up and Safia in front of the cashier was busy choosing a pasmina that was suitable for her to wear. Suddenly a man patted Safia on the shoulder.

" Fia.." greeted the man as he patted Safia's shoulder gently. Safia looked surprised to see who the man standing behind her was.

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The Hermawan's...

Tok...

" Come in....!" the short Hermawan.

A housekeeper named Hermawan appeared from behind the door. He seems to have difficulty carrying some paper bags in his hand while approaching Hermawan.

"What is buk....?" Hermawan stopped his work and noticed what his housekeeper was carrying.

" I don't know the contents, but the sender remains the same" replied the mother carefully. The mother placed the paper bag on the Hermawan table.

One by one opened the contents of the paper bag. Hermawan looks gawking at the contents of the paperbag. The contents of the paperbags are expensive clothes, branded bags are fantastic value, high heels are also fantastic value. " Brengs*k is a person...! What's thewant?" Hermawan throw the stuff carelessly until scattered on the floor.

Hermawan took his phone and typed the number according to the number listed on a card in the paper bag.

" Ho.." there was a man's voice across the street.

" What do you want brengs*k? why do you always tease my wife by sending her cheap stuff?" hardik Hermawan's.

" I want your wife.hahaha" The man seemed to laugh without feeling sinful though.

" Brengs...! didn't you get Karin, huh? I let her go with you, didn't I? Why are you still bothering me?" Hermawan was seen breaking his desk. It seems that his emotions are starting to burn his mind.

" I don't want it anymore. Your ex-wife is no longer attractive to me. Now I would love to try your young wife ....? looks like, she's more seductive than Karin?" ledek the man.

" Look out if you dare touch my wife! I'll break your hand!" Hermawan immediately disconnected his phone. " Mommy.throw all these things in the trash. If there is another shipment, immediately throw it in the trash when the courier is gone. Don't let Safia receive the package from the breng*ek man".

"Ba.ba.ba.ba" the mother replied in a stammer because of the fear of seeing Hermawan's emotions bursting.

" Get my work room back, I want to take a shower...!" Hermawan went to his room to clean himself up.

After locking himself in the bathroom for 20 minutes, finally Hermawan out of the bathroom wearing a white kimono towel. Her wet hair was rubbed with a small towel. For a moment he reflected and tidied his hair with a comb.

Soon he saw a smart phone lying on his dresser flashing. A sign that a message is coming in. Hermawan glanced at the message lazily. " Huh, new number..." Hermawan ignored the message and went to sit on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee.

But without realizing his instincts say another. His instincts led him to immediately open the message. Hermawan again approached his smart phone. He wiped the phone screen. His hands deftly opened the message.

How shocked he saw a picture of his wife being hugged by an unknown man. Hermawan's face turned crimson. "brengs*k......!! cheap lady.....!! get the fuck out of here.....!!" Hermawan ruffled everything on his front dresser.

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