Trying To Be Faithful

Entrapment

Raden is still a thousand languages. He ignored Hasna and still sat down to drink tea.

"Mas, I-I"

"Why do nights come here in a restaurant uniform? You don't work?"

"Mas, I came here to apologize."

Raden was still sitting, he wiggled the cup without even looking at Hasna.

"You feel you have a wrong to apologize?"

"Maas ...." Hasna approaching. He knew Raden was so angry with him that he didn't want to see himself.

Hasna is confused as to what to say seeing Raden who doesn't care about her at all. He just stood still, bowing his head while crying.

Raden wake.

"Go home, it's night. I can't drive you."

"Mas." Hasna pulled Raden's hand as the man walked past her. Raden stopped.

"I'm really sorry about you, Mom. I know I'm wrong, I know you're angry and disappointed. I'm really sorry, Mom."

Raden took a deep breath.

"I've started to come to my senses and to release you. It's tired of always chasing who just keep running away."

"Maas ...."

"It's okay, you don't have to feel guilty anymore. From now on I will not bother you anymore. You're free to do anything."

"Don't it be like this, Mum?"

"Why?" Raden asked with a slightly raised tone. He turned around until he could see Hasna clearly.

"What do you really want? Hasna did you realize, you were too often do kite games on me, pulling over until I feel tired. You I approached instead go, and now ... now when I've given up you come instead. What do you really want?"

"Mas, I ...."

"I love you, Hasna. But if you keep playing me, the day I can't accept. You always refuse, but always give hope at the same time. If you don't love me, okay. I won't force you anymore."

Raden let go of Hasna's hand which was holding her hand. He just left Hasna.

There was nothing she could do but cry. What Raden said were all truths that made Hasna even sadder with regret.

No, Hasna you don't give up. Tell her you love her too. C'mon Hasna!

Gathering all the power, Hasna ran after Raden. He hugged Raden's body from behind. The man stopped his steps, he also felt shocked by what Hasna did.

"Don't go, Mas. I beg. Don't leave me."

Raden glanced with the position of the body still in Hasan's arms.

With the courage he had, Hasna finally said it all.

"I love you, Mas. I have loved you all along. Don't go, Mas. I beg. I want to, I want to be your wife, Mas. I wanna. Let's get married."

Raden's eyes were slightly rounded hearing the confession from Hasna.

"Yeahayyyy!" Akhtia, who had noticed since, shouted in excitement. Even with Airlangga who can only smile happily and haru. They both approached Hasna and Raden. Hugged it so tightly.

Raden turned his body. Looking at Hasna who was still crying. Raden wiped away the tears of Hasna that had washed his face.

"Why did you keep me waiting for this day?" raden asked as he held the two cheeks of the woman. Hasna could say nothing but cry again. He cried like a child, dropping his body on Raden's chest which was a field.

"I'm sorry for making you sad" Raden said. Hasna's cries became more. Akhtia and Airlangga were crying. The four of them embraced each other in happiness.

"All right, it's night. Let me take you home" Raden said as they calmed down and sat on the couch. Hasna was so spoiled that she sat down and leaned her head against Raden's hand.

"From now on, can I call you Auntie?" ask Akhtia. Hasna nodded with a wide smile.

"Congratulations, yes, Pah. I see Papa happy," said Airlangga.

"Thank you, son."

"Yes, papa anterin mom came home. Kasian's younger siblings are waiting. Aren't you, Mommy?" asked Achtia who was so happy when she called Hasna mother.

"Yes. Mother must go home because they must be waiting."

"Tomorrow, if you still want to work there, you bring the children here. Let them wait in this house."

"Shaki is a school, Mas. There's no way that I'm a morning shif bring her here."

"Well, do you work there again, Bun? Will soon be the boss there."

"Looks like you're getting comfortable working there."

"Why? Because the cooks over there all like you?" asked Raden not to like it.

"Oh, who said it?" tanya Hasna pouted.

"Papa's got a spy maybe, Bun" Akhtia said.

"Times?" asked Hasna while looking at Raden.

"No, I'm just from Andri. He said Ragil never wanted you to go home, and assistant Chef Ragil also secretly likes to watch over you?"

"Assistant Chef? Ah, time? His feelings are like a joke."

"Well, we better go home. My little son's kasian is waiting for his mother to come." Raden pulled Hasna's hand to stand up. They just left while holding hands. Hasna could only wave at Achtia and Airlangga.

"We'll go to the restaurant first, Mas. My bag is the same as my clothes there" Hasna said as they were in the car.

"Ready, mistress. Do it!"

Hasna laughed at Raden's attitude. Along the way, Hasna never let go of Raden's hand. He clasped the man's hand as if he didn't want to part.

"I'm in first, yeah, Mom."

"Don't take it long."

Hasna entered the restaurant because she saw that the main door was still open, which meant that there was still someone inside.

The lights are still partially on, the rest are turned off. Looking at the quiet and dark atmosphere of the restaurant, Hasna felt a little scared.

"There are still people here, but where are they? Hello, is anyone here?" he yelled. There's no answer.

Hasna immediately went to change clothes, picked up the bag and went back out. However, Hasna did not know that Mira was crying in fear and also sad because she was made the object of the impingement of one's depraved lust. Mira wanted to shout out to Hasna, but she couldn't fight back as the man smothered his mouth with his underwear.

"Is there still someone inside?" ask Raden.

"It looks like there are but I don't know who, they don't look."

"Yes, let's go home. The kids when we go on."

"Yes, Mum."

They also left.

"It." Several sheets of red banknotes splashed over Mira's frail body on the floor of the employee rest room. Woman crying, body shivering.

"Remember, this video will be shared if you dare to talk to others."

"Yes, chef."

With trembling hands, Mira took the money. He needed the money for the treatment of his sick mother in the hospital. His mother was diabetic and many wounds started to rot on his body.

Mira does not expect, the chef's seduction turns out to be a trap that binds her. He did not think, the invitation to make fun was not because he was loved, but because to fulfill the lust of the man who likes to take videos while they are in a relationship.

Mira cries in the silence of the night.