Thorny Love

*Chapter 4

Restu. He understood what Zia meant. If Zia had said that, then she couldn't have forced Zia to tell her what happened. He could only be silently concerned in his heart.

"Resident." Zia called out to Restu because Restu was speechless after he said that.

"Yes, mbak." Restu answered quickly.

"May I ask you something for help? This is not a secretary. But, as a brother mbak."

"Tell me what I have to do to mbak. I'll definitely do it, ma'am," said Restu solemnly.

"Please watch Rama. Find out all about Rama. Whatever's suspicious, I'll know."

"Good, mbak. Trust me the same. Whatever you want to know, you'll get it if I move."

"He he he .. I can't believe you, Restu. You can always count on."

"Just pray I don't disappoint you."

"Surely," Zia said as she tried to smile sweetly. However, in the view of Restu, Zia was not smiling sweetly, in fact, was trying to cover the deepest wounds.

'I don't know what really happened to you, madam. I will try to make you feel happy again. I promise that, ' said Restu as he looked at Zia's face with a concerned look.

Zia and Restu parted ways at the cafe after they finished talking about what Zia wanted to talk about. Zia chooses to return to the apartment, while Restu, he plans to start the task that Zia gave him.

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Sinta, who was upset that Rama ignored her, chose to leave Rama's house. He wants to go to Laila's house to talk to her daughter-in-law.

After passing through a fairly solid highway will be a vehicle that is passing by. Sinta finally reached Laila's house. Irritated, he knocked on the door of the simple house quickly.

"Yes, wait a minute" said someone from inside the house.

Sinta waited impatiently. Finally, the door opened while bringing up Laila who was smiling sweetly at Sinta.

"Mama."

"Yes. What the hell are you again? How long will you open the door."

"Sorry, Ma. I'm holy in the back."

"What's? Did you wash your own clothes?" tanya Sinta put on a shocked face.

"Yes, Ma. I used to wash my own clothes. So .... "

"Enough. From now on, you should never wash your clothes alone again. Ask Rama to provide helpers to do all the housework."

"No need, Ma. I'm used to doing homework by myself" Laila said with a sweet smile.

"Laila, you're a very good woman. You know how to make a husband's heart happy. You and Ziana are so different. Ziana never did a single piece of homework during the time she and Rama were married."

"Ma, maybe Ziana's busy. Isn't she a career woman" Laila said.

"Cih, career woman doang so proud. How is it different from a career woman to an ordinary woman? Mama doesn't make any difference, does she? If you can not give offspring, then different," said Sinta while throwing his buttocks on the sofa.

"Hm ... Ma's. What would you like to drink?" ask Laila.

"No need to make mama drink, Laila. You don't have to bother welcoming your mom. Here, sit next to mom. There is something you want to talk to me about" said Sinta as she patted the side of the sofa gently.

Laila obeyed what Sinta said. He sat right next to Sinta.

"What are you talking about, Ma?" ask Laila politely.

"La, mama wants you to be even harder with Rama. Mama wants you to really make Rama fall in love with you. Let Rama not choose love with you anymore."

"I mean mama?" laila asked completely confused.

"Yes, mama wants you to get justice from Rama. Between you and Zia is the same. You are both Rama's wife, Mama's daughter-in-law. Especially now that you are pregnant. You should have asked for more attention from Rama, La."

"Oh, Laila thought about what that was, Ma. Laila did not mind the treatment of Rama mas same laila now. For Laila, Rama's attitude now is fair enough, Ma."

"Where is it, La? The proof is that Rama rarely lives in your house, right? Even though Ziana is not home, still, she is very rarely with you, what else if Ziana is there, the time for you is even less. There's hardly any."

Laila fell silent. His mind justifies what his mother-in-law said. In fact, deep down in Laila's innermost heart, she felt envy towards Zia.

Ziana was joined by Rama. Between Zia and himself, Rama's wife. Yes though, she's the wife of his sir Rama. But, aren't they both women. Both have heart and feelings.

Seeing Laila speechless at the thought of what she said, Sinta smiled. He felt, that at this time he had managed to instill envy into Laila's heart. That way, his efforts will not be in vain. Because Laila was really on his side.

"City." Sinta called while gently touching Laila's shoulder. Laila turned towards Sinta.

"Mama just wants, Rama's son mama to be fair to his wives. Especially if you are young pregnant. There is no way that mama would interfere in your household by talking to Rama. Mama can only help by talking to you. Next, you leave it to you, son."

"What should Laila do, Ma? Laila was confused now," said Laila, bowing down.

"La, don't ask mama, you're his wife. Mama's sure you know what to do with your husband."

"Laila doesn't know what to do, Ma."

"Laila, act like a wife who loves your husband very much. That way, Rama will definitely not feel, if you do not love him."

Laila fell silent. His eyes looked straight ahead. He thought about every word he said. His mind tried to digest each of those words very carefully.

"La, the day has begun to afternoon, mama must go home first, like," said Sinta as she woke up from her seat.

"Remember, ask Rama to find a maid to help you do all the housework. You who now have a husband, do not equate with you who used to be, when still a girl. Do you understand what Mom said?"

"Yes, Ma. Laila understood," said Laila, nodding her head. He led Sinta to the front door.

"Mama go home first. Take good care of your future grandchildren" said Sinta before getting into the car.

"Yes, Ma."

After Sinta's departure, Laila thought about what she should do to make Rama always by her side. Laila fretted for the right idea to bind Rama, so that Rama always pay attention to him.