Widow Kepentok Duda

Don't want to argue

Sandra—the woman who had an affair with Farzan at the nightclub, a ten-year-old widow. Her daughter is named Chila and has a hearing impairment. However, thanks to therapy and hearing aids, his daughter was able to communicate with others despite a little talk.

“Chila, if not quickly prepare later you are late,” said Sandra when she saw her daughter had not finished preparing a school bag.

Sandra approached, then helped Chila put the book in the bag.

“Why is your face bent like that? Is there a problem?” sandra asked when she saw her daughter was not excited.

Chila shook her head, looking down while focusing on her books.

“Hey, why? You don't want to tell Mama?” sandra asked again while holding onto Chila's arms.

Chila was the only precious treasure she possessed. Her husband died when she had just given birth in an accident, so Sandra was very affectionate and made sure her daughter never lacked affection.

“Papa Gilang never met Chila,” ogled the little girl.

Sandra was surprised to hear Chila's words, then smiled as she gently rubbed her daughter's cheek.

“Papa Gilang is busy, so he has not been able to meet Chila,” Sandra said with a warm smile on her face.

“Mama is also busy,” the little girl's weeping again.

Sandra was surprised to hear Chila's words, it's true that some days she was busy until she often went home at night.

“Sorry Mama, it's not that Mama didn't pay attention to Chila because she was busy working. Later if Mama is done with all the work, Mama will follow all the wishes of Chila. How?” Sandra tried to persuade the princess not to be sad.

Chila never knew what the father was like, but the presence of a man named Gilang who always looked after him and his mother, made the little girl feel like a father figure. However, due to Gilang's busyness, Chila again lost her father figure.

“Promise,” Ogre Chila while looking at Sandra.

“Promise dear, what not to you, hm?” Sandra rubbed the head gently.

Chila nodded happily, then immediately put the book into the bag.

Sandra looked at the princess, not remarrying for many years was considered an appropriate decision for Sandra. He just doesn't want Chila to have a stepfather, or have a bad father if he chooses wrongly. However, one thing Sandra does not know, Chila actually longs for the father figure in her life.

**

That afternoon, Farzan had just finished work. Walk out of the elevator to the car parked in the basement. Farzan's phone rang, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Ck ...." Farzan chirped at the name that was plastered there.

Grisel contacted him, making Farzan lazy to answer because he knew what he would end up like when he served Grisel conversation.

However, Farzan also could not ignore, because Grisel had no ceaseless contact even though he did not answer.

"What's wrong?" farzan asked after sliding the green button on his phone screen.

"Where are you, huh? Are you really going to silence me?" Grisel's voice exploded from across the call. He was upset that Farzan had not been home for days.

"Say what do you want? I'm so lazy to argue with you!" Farzan could not be patient with the woman.

"Tomorrow dinner with your family! Will you come alone without me? What do they say, huh?" Grisel's voice still sounded deafening.

Farzan was silent for a moment, then snorted violently from exhaustion.

"I'm going home, but stop arguing!" Farzan ended the call quickly.

**

Farzan really went back home. He was actually very lazy, but after remembering that there would be a large family meeting that was usually held once a month, making Farzan forced to return to the house he lived with Grisel. He did not want his family to know that between himself and Grisel often quarrel, because Farzan's parents put great expectations on him, especially Farzan is the only son in the family.

"You're home, sir. Do I have dinner ready?" the maid asked as soon as she saw Farzan coming, welcoming the man who was very kind to her.

Farzan commented on the smile, the thing that makes him a little want to go home is that there is still a warm welcome from middle-aged women who faithfully take care of his home.

"I've had dinner" replied Farzan. "But, can I have the guest room ready to rest?" tanya Farzan later.

"Oh sure, I'll prepare." The middle-aged woman rushed off to the room Farzan wanted. The woman did not ask, because she was well aware of the condition of the relationship between Farzan and Grisel.

Farzan smiled a little because his housemaid was always working well, then looked up, heaving a heavy sigh with a face look so lazy.

The man was really reluctant to meet Grisel, not not wanting because he did not love or want, just lazy to be invited to fight by the woman. However, Farzan himself is still trying to survive, the marriage he chose then he also has to face all the consequences that exist.

Farzan climbed the stairs, inwardly praying that Grisel would not discuss the problem of him changing or the other, which could trigger a quarrel between the two. He just wanted to stay calm, at least not fight every day.

"I don't think you want to go home!" Grisel's voice was so loud when Farzan had just set foot in the room.

Farzan glanced at Grisel who was sitting at the makeup table cleaning his face, then chose not to reply to Grisel's words and went straight into the dressing room to take a nightgown.

Grisel slammed the cotton that was being held onto the table, then turned the body quickly as Farzan ignored it. Upset because Farzan was not as sweet as before, then stood up and followed Farzan to the dressing room.

"Are you ignoring me again?" Grisel again burned with anger, the woman did have a bad temper.

"I don't ignore, just don't want to argue" Farzan said in a soft voice. He opened the wardrobe door and picked up his pajama suit.

"You shut up 'I am Farzan Abrisam! Isn't that proof that you're ignoring!" grisel yelled annoyed.

Farzan let out a heavy sigh, then turned his head and looked at Grisel who already looked filled with anger.

"I'm silent because I don't want to argue, can't I just calm down for a few minutes?" tanya Farzan looked at Grisel a little softly, for the woman's anger to subside.

Grisel was silent at Farzan's gaze, a long look not directed at him.

Farzan chose to leave the room after Grisel no longer yelled or got angry. Leaving his wife in the dressing room.