Who You Choose, My Husband

25. Who You Choose My Husband

The father of Revelation let Arsy into his house without caring about Sandra's mother screamed. For him, Arsy is the main.

When Arsy had entered the room, the father of Revelation entered into the room of Sandra's mother for five years he lived. Then take a large travel bag and put all the clothes of Sandra's mother in the closet.

"What the fuck are you, mas. This is my home" Sandra's mother said, not accepting the bag.

"This is my parents' house. You have no rights at all in this house. Now, please go and bring your bastard son."

Sandra's mother can't defend herself because that's the truth. He took the bag out of the room and took Laila away from the house.

In another room, right in Arsy's. The woman cried knowing the truth about her parents. He did not expect Sandra's mother to have this kind of heart to the father of Revelation and herself. 

Is loyalty really that hard to get?

Just because you feel lonely, directly justify the affair?

Just because it's too late to be a real woman, to immediately take a shortcut by marrying another woman?

With everything that has happened, it increasingly makes Arsy to re-establish a relationship.

At night, Arsy came out wearing a long nightclothes and an instant headscarf to cover his chest. His face looked pale due to the nausea and vomiting experienced.

"Would you like to eat?" Ask the father of Revelation who is watching television.

Arsy shook his head with a smile. "Arsy wants to eat siomay mang Ujang, yeah. Arsy's gonna buy first, yeah."

The father of Revelation rose to approach Arsy. "Dad bought it."

Arsy shakes. "Arsy wants to eat in his stall, yeah. Arsy is okay," he explained while wearing a mask. 

"alright. Careful."

Arsy's smile expands looking at the sky with stars. It's been a long time since I left the house at night. In the past, when with Haris often walked down the complex to buy snacks and eat them in the complex park. 

They have not done that habit since Laila. Supposedly, Arsy was relieved when Laila was no longer Haris' wife. However, I don't know why Arsy doesn't feel that way.

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"Jo." Jo." Arsy's footsteps stopped to coincide with Jo getting out of the car then the man's car drove off leaving them both.

Arsy gulps down the saliva violently as Jo approaches. He glanced to the right and to the left, there was a sense of relief when the streets looked crowded with young people of the complex. One thing that is regretted by Arsy at this time is his appearance that does not wear a robe and veil. 

"Where are you going?" 

Looking at Jo's flat face it was very hard to breathe. The sharp gaze of the man was able to make him not wart. Like a prisoner who intends to escape secretly.

"I-I want to buy siomay up front, Jo. Where are you from? Don't tell me you want to see me cry again" Arsy said, staring at Jo suspiciously.

"Ck. You're overconfident" Jo said, pulling Arsy's nightgown sleeve onto the siomay cart that Arsy had said.

"Eyeh.."

At first Arsy is surprised, but seeing the direction Jo is heading keeps him quiet and follows. His smile expanded as the man looked puzzled as it was so crowded.

"Let me have the message" said Arsy, making Jo turn.

"Are you going to kill your son in the midst of these people?" Jo's asking is so creepy.

Spontaneous Arsy hugging his queen's belly accompanied by a head bob. 

Jo called someone and before long some men dressed all in black came to make the buyers lined up neatly. Arsy gawking at that. Even in his hand was a bowl of siomay. 

Jesus, what has Jo done just to get this bowl of siomay? Arsy murmured in the heart.

Arsy shifts his seat as Jo sits next to him. After all, she was still a wife.

"Aren't you going to eat that siomay?" 

Jo's question makes Arsy surprised and hasten to eat the siomay. However, after two mouthfuls into his mouth Arsy gives the bowl to Jo.

"For what?"

"I'm full already."

Jo looked at Arsy for a moment. The man's face looked flushed holding back the upset. But Jo ate the siomay.

"I don't mean for you to spend, Jo. But put it on the table next to you, there it looks like a dirty bowl."