Thorny Love

*Bab 22

Laila smiled in satisfaction as she got a defense from Rama. He looked at Imah with a mocking look.

'You think you can fight me? Too bad you are a maid. Hence, so the maid should not be pretentious. Also do not be too brave to interfere in the affairs of the employer. It's the consequences itself, ' said Laila in her heart.

After breakfast, Rama rushed to the office. Because the day is getting late. He had to hurry up because there was an important meeting that he had to attend in a few minutes.

"Be careful, Mas," said Laila who drove Rama to the door.

"Yes. Be careful at home. There's nothing, call me. Later, I'll tell you mama made it here to accompany you."

"No need, my mom. I'm not alone at home. I'm not alone, am I? There is a monk who will accompany me at home."

"Yes that is it. I'm leaving first."

"Yes mas. Be careful," Laila said as she waved her hand.

It was only a moment when Rama's car left the house, Restu's car came. Laila who had just wanted to go inside, canceled her intention. He waited to see who was coming to his house.

Restu got out of the car, then, he opened the car door for Zia. With graceful steps, Zia got down from the car. Laila was a little shocked when she saw Zia coming home. Actually, he was hoping that Zia would not come back to this house. That way, he won the battle without a fight.

"Wuah, you seemed really happy when you saw me back. You miss me, don't you?" zia asked as she walked closer to Laila.

"Mas Rama is not home. Why are you coming home?" ask Laila annoyed.

"Well! You ask me why am I coming home? Didn't you hear me wrong?"

"Ups, I forgot. That actor other than his sham vein breaking off, he was also numb," Zia said with a mocking smile.

"What do you really want, Zia! You want to hurt me again? Not satisfied you made me lose my son, huh!" Laila spoke while yelling. Not to forget, tears he dropped as a complement to this skit.

"California. Man's husband. Listen carefully, I never hurt you. What happened was an accident. It's not my fault you lost your son."

"Zia! You're so good at talking like that. You have never felt loss because you will never feel it. You are a man*dul woman who can not give Rama ancestry. So, you envy me."

"What! What did you just say?" asked Zia surprised not dumbass.

Ziana was speechless thinking about what Laila said just now. Not because he was ashamed, but because he did not believe and did not understand what he heard.

'Mas Rama said I was man*dul? You are really, mas. All this time, you said that we were not ready to have children. You and I are both busy. You asked me to postpone the intention to have a baby. But why do you say to your wife, I can't have children. Maddened. You're crazy really crazy and have no heart Rama. I just found out who you really are now, Zia said in her heart.

Seeing Zia speechless, Laila was satisfied. He thought he had managed to hurt and repel his opponents. Laila smiled for that success. Then, he intends to continue the war by attacking his opponent again.

"Duh, must be really sad, right? If I were you, I wouldn't be able to live in this world anymore. I must have .... " Laila hung up her sentence, she walked over to Zia who was standing in front of her.

"Kill yourself." Laila whispered in Zia's ear with a smile.

After whispering. He went back to his place again. He looked at Zia triumphantly. His heart was happy because it had already felt successful in hurting Zia again and again.

Seeing Laila who was happy for the suffering she had. Zia felt that she could not be weak. He could not fight Zia with emotion. At this time, his heart ached, even very sick. However, the pain should not be shown to Laila. If he shows, Laila will definitely be happier.

Zia smiled as she walked closer towards Laila. He did the same thing Laila did. Talking in Laila's ears with a sweet smile.

"Unfortunately, I'm not you. I still have consciousness in me. I can choose what is good and what is not good. Not like you. I know not well, uh, even you try to improve as well. That's his name, no taste."

"You!" Laila's happy face suddenly turned irritated.

"Ssttts. You can be angry too? I thought you really had no taste just now. I think your angry veins broke up too. It is not."

"Wuah, besides you have no shame veins, it turns out you are also not self-conscious anyway, actor. You don't have any clothes, do you? To the extent that, my clothes you wear," said Zia while pinching the sleeves of the clothes that Laila was wearing.

"My husband you took. You wear my clothes too. You are completely unaware of yourself as it turns out. But .. I think you fit in, wearing my shirt. That's my old stuff. You are suitable to wear used items, especially my used items," said Zia with a triumphant sweet smile.

"Ozziana! Base ******* you!" laila said as she raised her hand. He was getting ready to slap Zia because he could no longer contain his anger.

Zia quickly held Laila's hand. For a moment, Zia stared intently at Laila's eyes filled with anger as well as hatred.

"Oh my God, don't play rough. You're not afraid of what, your hands hurt if you slap me?" Zia spoke as she lowered Laila's hand slowly.

"You just finished the miscarriage, Laila. Are you not afraid of another miscarriage? This time, you're not a child miscarriage, but a life miscarriage."