Trying To Be Faithful

Anger

"Come, Mas. Lift it."

Hasna was so agitated that Raden didn't pick up the phone from her. Hasna tried to contact nearly 20 times, several times she sent messages but did not get a reply. No response at all.

"Don't drive." The god again closed Hasna's car door as the woman was about to enter.

"The MBA always causes problems if it drives itself. I'm the anter."

"You're the anter? Would that not cause further misunderstanding? He's angry because of us, you, your family. You forgot?" asked Hasna a little snapping.

"Sorry, Mba." God welcomes.

"Please, now you're gone. Let me solve the problem this time. You stayed away for a few days. I'm so tainted with your papih. Why did your mommy also say this ring was our proposal ring. What was Raden thinking trying to do? I don't care if he's angry, I just think about how he feels right now. He must be disappointed." Hasna's voice stammered. Crying broke.

"What do I do now?"

"Mr, Mba. I'm sorry but please don't cry here. If you want to go to his house, just go."

"I'll be expelled, won't I?"

"At least mba showed him that there was an intention to apologize and clarify. That mba fought for your relationship."

Hearing the words of God, Hasna thought no more. He went straight to Raden's house.

It didn't take long, he arrived at the courtyard of the house. There's Raden's car parked there.

"Mom, mother. I'm sorry, but I said you can't come in."

"This one time, sir. Please let me in. I assure you that you will not be scolded. I beg you."

"But, Mum. This is an order from my father. I can't break."

Hasna kicked the security guard's stomach as fast as lightning.

"Tell me that I forced and persecuted you. Sorry, yeah."

Raden who saw from behind the curtain immediately left.

Hasna immediately ran as the security guard rolled on the ground. He also didn't try to get up or stop Hasna because he knew they weren't okay, nor because everyone in the house liked Hasna.

With a rush step, until he fell on the stairs, his dry handyman felt so sick when hit by the edge of the stairs. However, all that he ignored, Hasna again woke up limped to Raden's room.

Doubt he opened for fear Raden was getting angrier, but Hasna recalled the words of God if she had to show her intention to explain everything.

However .... What Hasna saw in the room, made her surprised instead of a bitch. Hasna shock. His body froze and his eyes kept staring at things his heart did not want.

Slowly Hasna's feet retreated. He turned around and went back away with shaky steps. I can't believe what he just saw.

"What's wrong?" asked Raden who was suddenly in the back. Hasna who was still in shock.

"Your choice is good to choose Mahendra's family. They have everything. His social and economic status was far above mine. Yes, of course also because his son is younger than me."

Hasna turned.

"At least listen to what happens before you say rude."

"Rude? I am even more afraid of meek, sweet and kind women like you. Their attitude killed slowly with his rotten mask!"

Hasna tried to be patient because she knew Raden was upset and angry.

"I have doubts about what is happening to your life right now. Seeing how you shrewdly played me, it's possible that even your cheating husband's woman was a victim. Maybe you're the one who ruined that woman's happiness. ck ck."

"The insult? what makes a cunning woman like you valuable?"

Hasna was stunned to hear Raden's increasingly outrageous remarks. Hasna knew Raden was disappointed but she did not expect the man to behave as he does today.

"Ha ha ha. Uncle and aunt were right, we had to find a one-level companion so as not to get tired of teaching them a good way of life. Unfortunately I have successfully tricked this woman like you. How stupid of me tuhaaan ...." Raden shouted to make the people in the house arrive.

"Mas, enough. I have come to speak well with you. Please stop saying that because it hurts my heart."

Raden approaching. Taking Hasna's hand firmly.

"Hurt the heart, huh? Then what are you doing to me is not a wound? Didn't he? How much did they give you? What did Mahendra's son give you so you could betray me! money, or ...." Raden kissed Hasna in front of the people who were there. Hasna revolted but Raden's power was so great.

"You got this from him? Do you like this?"

Raden continued to attack Hasna. Unscrew the veil she was wearing until Hasna's hair tie came off. Hair's messy.

"Maas ...." Hasna tried to push, avoiding from the attacks of Raden who berhubi.

"Fuck!" Airlangga was so shocked as she just walked in and saw what happened. Airlangga pulled Raden's hand and pushed him away from Hasna.

Raden laughed with satisfaction.

"Yes, I know. You've long been widowed and longed for warmth, and he's giving it isn't he?"

Plakkkkp!

A slap made everyone even more shocked. Raden smiled cynically, feeling the pain and heat on his face.

Hasna stared in anger. Breath snuffling. Slowly her tears came. Lips vibrate. Wanted to be angry but he had no strength even to say a single word.

"Tante, wait." Airlangga tried to restrain Hasna as the woman left.

"Stop right there. Don't follow Auntie, Lang. From now on, we don't know each other. Tell that to Achtia."

"August ...." Airlangga looked sad to see Hasna's departure. As he flipped over, he met a look at Raden.

"The papah's words hurt her heart, she who considers papa the cure of all suffering, even becoming a poison to aggravate her pain."

Airlangga just left Raden with all his chaotic feelings.

Hasna's lips shook violently. His anger piled up inside his chest without being able to let out even just a teardrop shape.

His steps stopped when he saw someone standing next to his car. He smiled, but not a happy smile. There's only a few ways Hasna can be calmer.

"Why are you here?"

"Because I know, Mba will make a mistake if driving in a state of confusion. What was? Why did the hijab of Mba come off?"

Hasna remained silent. For some reason his hardened heart had already decayed once he saw the God smiling gently. Her innocent face managed to make Hasna feel comfortable so that she could let out a sense of tightness in her chest.

Hasna crying.

The god approached, hugging him gently.

"Why with this mother? Very crying hobby. The child has three. Ck ck."

Hasna cared nothing for the words of the Gods, she could only cry in the arms of the man she accidentally knew.