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14.

Rahma was silent because of her shock. He also did not intend to open his voice to avoid other questions from Arkana—, especially the complicated relationship between them that is not worth telling. I don't think that's necessary.  

Of course Yudha felt uncomfortable because she was faced with a situation like this. He felt so wrong. To be blunt even it feels impossible. Somehow he was embarrassed to admit that Rahma was his ex-wife. Not her bad face, but her appearance ., because she thinks Rahma is too open. If Rahma could dress more modestly, maybe a little no matter what she thought.

As a human being, it is only natural that Yudha wondered in her heart, what is this woman doing here? Surprisingly, they were just the two of them. Is he not afraid of the danger of slander? Doesn't Rahma really understand the impact of this danger?

Not wanting anything to happen, Yudha quickly diverted Pak Arkana's question with another conversation. “Include this my wife, sir,” Yudha turned to her smiling wife behind her mask. Even so, she still looks beautiful, her face is pure white, shady and soothing to anyone who sees her.

Vita clenched her hands and slightly nodded her head.

“Wah, what a beautiful wife, Mr. Yudha. Adem saw it,” said Pak Arkana responding with a hard-to-understand look and smile. “I so believe in the words that I often hear in the audience, that as bad as men, will definitely find a good woman to be made into his future.”

Deg.

Rahma suddenly felt slapped with the words that Arkana had just said. Half-dead he refrained from making it clear that he was offended by this damn man's words. ‘Hey, Mr Arkana! If you knew, women would not want to marry a dyer like you! I did this too because I was forced to, I need money from you.’

“Indeed right, sir,” replied Yudha simply in response.

“Again pregnant how many months?” ask Arkana again, “eh please sit.”

Yudha took his wife to sit down, then herself. “It's been eight months,” he replied.

“How many children?”

“To four,” replied Yudha holding a smile. Making the man in front of him laugh.

“I think you are a newly married couple, it turns out you already want four children. Youthful means.”

“Alhamdulillah..”.

Feeling stirred makes Rahma's face reddened. There's no point in him being here, he thought. There was a desire to quickly leave in front of them. After all, Arkana had also advised him to wait in the room if his colleagues had started to arrive.

Until the heart of Yudha did not want to greet him. Or is that guy really ashamed of this body?

Never mind saying hello, the man always threw a glance or looked down when Rahma accidentally found the look in his eyes. Only in front of Yudha did he feel so contemptible.

“Sorry, sir, I have a little business. So I stayed first, yes,” said Rahma to Arkana and left her seat.

“Please Mom, Rahma,” replied Arkana slightly hiding something between the two of them. Although the guts can be guessed, that they look pretty close. The next second Arkana turned his eyes forward, “Sambut waiting for our other colleagues, preferably while ordering a drink first, sir. Go ahead,” the middle-aged man handed the menu book to Vita and Yudha.

“Thank you,” Vita replied. He spread the menu to cover his face. ‘Why do I feel amused to see Mr Arkana? His gaze was really strange. I'm less comfortable this way.’

Vita also typed in the message she sent to her husband's own number.

Vita: Sorry, Mas. I'm not comfortable with Mr. Arkana's gaze. Can you book a room, let me wait there. You can reason if he asks.

Undeliverable. But until five minutes later, Yudha did not read it because it was fun to talk. It seems he has to do something else.

“What Rahma including your coworkers who will work with us?” yudha asked after a while. Actually, he was just trying to fish. But who would have thought, this question actually raises another question.

“Why, I know you?” Arkana smiled, “it seems impossible if you do not know him, the service is quite good. But yeah, that's it. We'd better discuss something else.”

‘Yes Allah, Mbak Rahma .. why have you been so wrong so far?’ batin Vita regrets Rahma's dark work now.

Even with Yudha who did not think at all that his ex-wife who understands the religion, can do the most despicable thing. Even he knew, it was these kinds of people whose sins were far greater. Different from people who don't understand.

“Mas,” call Vita forced to pretend grimacing. He could find no other way but to get sick. Because this way usually the man immediately responded.

Yudha turned her head and seemed anxious, “Why, something uncomfortable?”

Vita nodded.

“Serve room only, Sir. His wife needs a bed. It's okay to be left first, another mumpung not yet on come.” Arkana gave advice.

“Good, then I permit for a moment,” said Yudha finally leading his wife walking away from the restaurant area. They headed to the reception to book a room. Before long, they were escorted by bellboys to the room they ordered.

“It's serious you ask for a rest here?” yudha asked after they got there. “I'm worried, you know. I'm calling the doctor now, yes.”

Vita took the phone from her husband's hand. Prohibited him from calling the doctor. “Your habits, Mas. Next time if there is an incoming message it is read, so understand. Lagian less sensitive anyway, so people,” slow down.

Yudha was just blatantly flashing when she saw the message shown by his wife, “Oh? Sorry, Sweety.”

Vita approached the glass and looked around the spacious and very beautiful room. Too bad if it is not occupied later that night, so Vita thinks and intends to run away from home for a day.

“Yes already, then you are here until my meeting is over. Than there later you are noticed the same eyes basket. I can be jealous later.”

Perhaps if it was not too necessary, Yudha would choose to leave. Honey, he needs them to raise his drowning effort. After all come to think of it, it doesn't really matter as long as the man doesn't bother.

Vita climbed on top of the bed after closing the curtains, she felt very spoiled with the beautiful scenery below, the hustle and bustle of the city, the tall buildings towering, the, and the clear blue sky is accompanied by a cloud of cotton. “I'm happy to be brought here. Play again sometime, yes.”

“Could be here again, but don't be frequent. Can break the bag. A month there are four weeks, usually the weekend price also doubled. Yes, just count how much in total.” Yudha chuckled softly.

“Already, there!” titah Vita kicked him out, “kamu right, again in the same waiting Si Crazy Rich.”

“I stay first yes. You rest. If anyone knocks, take a peek at who it is. If it wasn't me, you'd call first. Remember, do not be careless,” firmly Yudha warned. He kissed his wife's feet, then went out with his cell phone.

“Don't be long, yes!”

“Most until the day after.” Yudha.

“Mas Yudha!” exclaim Vita pretended to be upset. Her eyes kept watching her husband's back until the man came out and closed the door.

“Aduh, I want to ask about Rahma even so forget right?” Vita clucked slowly. He also stroked his large stomach because he felt the baby was moving agile until it felt a little pain. “You're healthy, right, Dek? We'll see you soon, darling ...”

Elsewhere, Rahma was standing stalking. He marked where Yudha had just come out. Convinced that Vita was still inside, he stepped closer to knock on the door.

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Seriate.

Don't forget the vote, he.