Trying To Be Faithful

Night sky

"What's wrong? Why is your face so tangled? Think what the hell?"

"Well, why does my life never seem to be far from a problem."

"His name is also alive, there must be a problem. Dead people have problems."

"Where can it be?"

"The problem with the angels Munkar and nankir. Charity business."

Raden returned to lay his body on the sofa.

"Sin, can you please check Azalea's medical record? See who's checking it out."

"Azelea? Has he ever taken medication here? loh not your wife is anti-medicine in Indonesia. Wong jubilantly asked for treatment to Paris, shopping."

"former."

"Yes, that means."

"She came this morning home with a test that confirmed she had cancer. Checked in this hospital."

"Huh? Seriously?"

"The problem is not that he's sick or not, but that he's asking to stay home, that's why he wants to spend time with the kids."

"Duh, look at the sinteron."

"Akhtia balked, seeing Azalea at home alone she was angry."

"That's it! Bayangin aja, Akhtia, yes, came to his mother's house after a long time no see. Okay, maybe you and your family are hiding the truth, but Azalea herself is showing anti-same attitude to her own daughter. Yeah how not to hurt try that kid. I'm not gonna like it either."

"You know, nutmeg dizzy."

"Yes, if a sore joint is called gout."

"Ck!"

Santi laughing.

"Tar I found out. What cancer is it?"

"Okay, I didn't look closely at the results. Males too."

"How do you decide? Ngizinin Azalea lives?"

"Depends kids. If they accept his mother's presence, it's okay. No problem."

"If they finally allow it, you're on your own?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Couldn't you? In this case, you are the most sick because you betrayed your wife. Fine time is it just that she lives at home?"

"All for the kids. At least they should have time with their mother."

"Kids? Why don't the children accompany their mother in Azalea's own house. Why should Azalea be in your house? Yes, except ...."

Raden glanced sharply.

Santi grinned like a horse.

I don't know why I feel so helpless to see Azalea.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Raden arrived home. Once inside was a very delicious aroma bursting into the entire cavity of his nose.

However, he felt astonished when he saw Bi Juria cleaning the glass cabinet.

"Bi? Loh, why is it here? I thought auntie was cooking."

"Anu, Sir. That's ...."

"Eh, Dad. You home?" azalea asked with a smile. He approached Raden, picked up his briefcase, and walked upstairs to Raden's room. Not long after he returned and took Raden to the dining table. Just like he always did.

"Stop!" Raden pulled his hand.

"You said it yourself that it all depends on the kids. Airlangga allows."

"What?" asked Raden in disbelief.

"Airlangga let me stay here, Paaah."

"Where is he now?"

"In his room, it's like, anyway."

Raden half ran up the stairs to Airlangga's room.

"Airring ... The airlangga." Raden shouted even as he was still away from his son's room.

Brakkk.

Door opens.

Airlangga was sitting pensively in front of his laptop screen.

"Airring ...."

"I'm the one who let him stay in our house. Yeah, it's me."

"Why?"

"What's wrong, Pah? Just for a second. We don't even know what time he has? A week? A month? Know it? Or tomorrow?"

"Son, that's not what papa meant."

"I understand. You think about my feelings, right? I'am fine's. I beg you to let him stay here for the rest of his time, okay, Pah?"

"What about Achtia?"

"I'll talk to him. Akhtia must have understood."

Raden nodded, then left.

Son, yes that's the child. Raden hated his mother for leaving them, that's all he knew. However, the inner bond of a mother and child cannot be removed. Looking at his parched face, Airlangga could not resist. Also ... because she misses the figure of a mother. He wanted to feel how to live with a full family.

Luka, yes, he was hurt, but for Airlangga forgiveness is not about forgetting but so that he himself feels better. Hating is what makes us sick.

"I will allow you to be high in this house, but never go into my room for a moment. Wrestle out? You stay in the guest room. Remember, we are no longer husband and wife, there are limits you must abide by."

"Yes, Pah."

"One more thing, don't be nice and considerate to me. I don't need any of that."

Raden left Azalea just like that and went out of the house to look for the wind. Sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee from the traveling merchant. Enjoy the air that is not fresh. Seeing vehicles passing by, and busy people at night.

Raden remembered he had forgotten something. Achtia.

"Airlangga, is your sister home yet?"

"There was. He locked himself in the room."

"Leave it. He also needs time to think."

"Yes, Pah. Papah where is it now?"

"For coffee in the square. Wanna come here?"

"No, I'm gonna take a break."

"Okay, good night, Boy."

"Bye, Pah."

Raden rubbed his eyes with one hand. Rubbed his face rough, then lay down on a park bench.

"Even the sky knows how I feel right now."

Raden enjoyed the droplets of water that had originally gently fallen on his face. The longer the more swift until his body is soaked.