Traitorous Love

Chapter 27 Finding Reasons

Samara POV.

I, who was still on the phone with Nayla, heard Kirana's voice calling me. When I looked back, I was surprised to see Kirana already in front of the room door.

"Mother.... Which father? There are guests looking for Dad" he said.

"Kirana's been here a long time?" my question, shifted the question Kirana was asking her father. Because I was afraid Kirana would hear my conversation with Nayla, who would be suing for Mas Syaka's divorce.

"I just came, Bun, why?" the answer is confused with my question. Because I didn't answer the question from Kirana, who was asking her father.

"It's okay, baby, you just ask," I told Kirana.

"Nay, I'll call you back later" I told Nayla on the phone.

"Yes Ara. If you're sure of your decision, I'll give this file to my family's lawyer" he said.

"Yes Nayla, thank you for the help." I said thank you. Because Nayla wants to help me in suing Mas Syaka for divorce.

"Together Ara." Nayla turned off my phone call.

"Mother's on the phone with Aunt Nayla?" ask Kirana.

"Dear, baby" I replied with a smile.

"Someday we will play again to the restaurant Aunt Nayla ya Bun," said Kirana who wants to go to the restaurant Nayla.

"Yes dear. Let's go see dad in the guest room, "take me to Kirana.

"So you don't sleep in this room anymore, Bun?" the question from Kirana stopped me, who was going to take her downstairs.

"Feet let's be sick. So in the meantime, dad's sleeping in the guest room. Because you're not strong enough to bring you into this room," I'm the one who's looking for an excuse. So that Kirana understands what I said. Because I also don't want to sleep with Mas Syaka anymore.

"Oh that way, yeah let's get our bun downstairs." Kirana pulled my hand, and took me downstairs.

Who is yah? Guests looking for Mas Syaka. If mother-in-law and Siska come here! Surely my son won't say guest, but Omah and Aunt Siska.

Kirana and I immediately went downstairs, and got there downstairs. I'll go to the living room immediately. But when I was in the living room, I didn't see any guests coming into the house. I only saw Mas Syaka sitting in his wheelchair alone in the living room.

"Where are the guests?" I asked Kirana.

"Where did Kirana go?" lirihku who does not know the departure of Kirana. Though Kirana and I went downstairs simultaneously, I decided to go to Mas Syaka who was in the living room.

"Mas.." call me Mas Syaka.

"I.iya," he said nervously, and was shocked to see my arrival. I became curious about the guest who came to see Mas Syaka.

"Said Kirana, there was a guest looking for you? But I don't see any guests here!" I asked Mas Syaka.

"Yes, there was a guest, but he came home" replied Mas Syaka.

"Who's the guest?" ask again. Because I was curious about the guests who came to the house.

"That's... The neighbors came to see me. I'm going to have an accident, so they come to see me" said Mas Syaka did not make me sure.

"Oh.." I only responded to his words with that word alone. Because I do not believe in the arrival of the neighbors, who came to visit Mas Syaka. Although I know, the neighbors know about Mas Syaka's accident. But from whom? The neighbors can find out Mas Syaka's return to this house? I also chose to leave Mas Syaka, who was still in the living room.

"Darling...." Mas Syaka called me with the word dear. But I ignored his call, and continued my steps toward the kitchen.

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Next morning.

I have been up since morning, to prepare cake orders from mothers who have ordered my cake.

"Samara," call Mas Syaka who is already in the kitchen.

"Yes," I said without looking at him, and continued my activities that were making cake pens and breakfast for the children.

I was actually lazy, seeing the arrival of her who came to me. Because ever since I met Mas Syaka in the living room, I have not spoken to Mas Syaka.

"I want to talk to you" said Mas Syaka holding my hand, who was busy preparing breakfast and also arranging the cake I had finished making.

I immediately brushed off my hand held by Mas Syaka, and still ignored him who wanted to talk to me.

"Good morning father, mother." greet my three children who have come to the kitchen, and the three of them are ready to go to school.

"Beautiful morning, too" said Mas Syaka and I simultaneously.

"Why can? I said the same thing with Mas Syaka simultaneously," I grumbled inwardly.

"Look at my father and mother, early in the morning like this" Arsya said with a smile. I responded to the words of my youngest son, forcing a slight smile.

"Definitely help mommy make cake pesenan, right?" ask Kirana.

"Yes dong" said Mas Syaka confidently.

I frowned. "Help what? He himself has just come," my mind is upset by the words of Mas Syaka, who says. I was helping me make a cake order.

"Let's have breakfast first," I switched my children's conversation, and told them all to have breakfast. I also took food to my three children, then took food for Mas Syaka. After that I immediately left Mas Syaka and also the children who were having breakfast.

"Where are you going? No breakfast yet?" Candra saw that I was not having breakfast together, and she also asked me to leave the table.

"Mother has breakfast, mother wants to go tidy up the cake message first," I replied. And I immediately left Mas Syaka and also the children who were having breakfast.

Ting! Message from my phone. I immediately read a message from Nayla.

[Ara, can you go to my restaurant?]

[Yes can be Nay, I take my son to school and deliver a cake order from the mothers. Then I go to your restaurant] I reply to Nayla.

When the kids had finished breakfast, I immediately took my three children to school.

"Mother doesn't shake hands with dad?" said Arsya who saw I was sitting on the bike. My three children shook hands with their father before going to school.

I got off the bike and shook hands with Mas Syaka. Then I went, took the kids to school.

After they finished taking the children to school, and delivering cake orders to the mothers. I went to see Nayla at her restaurant.

Arriving at the Andini Food restaurant, the waiter told Nayla to go see Nayla in her room.

I hurried off to meet Nayla, who was waiting for my arrival.

I knocked on Nayla's door.

"At last you came too" said Nayla, who opened the door to her room.

"I'm sorry, what's up with Nay?" manya curious. Because Nayla told me to go to her restaurant.

"Let's go in first. Because Mr. Rudi is the lawyer who will take care of your divorce, wants to meet with you," explained Nayla who told me to enter her room.

I immediately shook hands to Mr. Rudi, who was already in Nayla's room.

"Just right away, Miss Samara, I want to ask about money and child custody. Has Samara thought about the steps she will take?" ask Rudi to me.

"The problem of this property is that I do not care about it, the most important thing is that child custody is with me" I replied confidently. For my precious treasure is with my three sons.

"But I can't guarantee it. Ms. Samara can get custody of the child. Because Ms. Samara does not have a job, and certainly Ms. Samara can only get one of her three children," explained Mr. Rudi.

"I'm starting a business selling cakes, and I can finance my three children. I just have Mr. Rudi help me in taking care of my divorce suit, and also the custody of the child that should fall into my hands. Although I did not get the property gono-gini," I said to ask Mr. Rudi to help me, in suing for divorce and also get child custody.

"I can help that, but better. Child custody issues are discussed with the husband of Bu Samara, because if the mother's husband gives custody of the child to Bu Samara, it will not take long, it will not take, and Ms. Samara will immediately get child custody easily," said Mr. Rudi.

Nayla rubbed my back, giving me strength, in the face of my marriage.

"It seems my words are pretty clear. So I'm leaving. Because I have a hearing today, and if you've talked to Ms. Samara's husband, please call me." Rudi gave me his card. Before leaving Nayla's room.

I sighed, and threw it away slowly. Because I have to find a way, so that Mas Syaka will give custody of the child to me.