You Are My Regret's

So then..

Zahira continued to look at Mila who was still silent.it felt like she asked about the incident at Sari's house but her mouth seemed to be confused, and could not speak

"actually what happened to Mila" Zahira wondered about Mila's problem

Zahira had indeed heard the dark story of Mila's parents from Mika's own mouth

"my father and mother were only married on paper, besides they were like strangers. Unfortunately I was really their only real child" the story that Zahira always remembered from Mila

lama Zahira and Mila remained silent until they could not feel they had reached the house of Zahira's parents

"already arrived miss" said Mila's driver to wake Zahira and Mila from her daydream

"ah" Mila turned towards Zahira "I went straight home to Zahira" said Mila

"we have to talk first" Zahira said in a serious tone

Mila sighed "well" Mila decided to come down to tell Zahira

Zahira took Mila to the guest room to be more free to talk. she did not choose her room because she was afraid the conversation went long enough and it would interfere with the comfort of her husband when she came home

Zahira invited Mila to sit on the edge of the bed "we can start "ask Zahira

Mila looked at Zahira "as I told you my parents' marriage was a paper wedding, co-workers nothing more" Mila said

it hurt so much when he wanted to start telling stories but still he had to do because indirectly Zahira was involved in it even though he did not intend to involve him into this problem "husband mba Sari, who was not involved in it, more precisely Jordan Aryasatya is my mother's first love but fate brings the two can not be together in a marriage bond that I myself do not know clearly because of what

my father married mamah because he was in a match and soon got me as a child. They never quarrel anyway and fairly compact more precisely compact in work. They are such solid business partners

but that was inversely proportional to their marriage, they never slept in a room all my memory

at first I thought it was normal, until I started growing up and started to understand what was going on with my parents plus Jordan who had been coming to my house since I was a kid, it added to my belief that my father and mother's marriage was not okay" Mila said

"your father was not angry when the man came" Zahira asked

"no, because sometimes my father's lover and his secretary also often come to the house "reply Mila

"what are they. " asked Zahira hanging.

"if you think they're going to sweat in bed at home, the answer is no. At least what I salute them, they can appreciate my presence even though they may realize I already know it. They will take care of their behavior in front of me and be nice to me in front of or behind my father and mother" Mila replied

"then why don't they just choose divorce and marry their respective partners" asked Zahira

Mila flicked her shoulders "well, I don't know how to think their brains "reply back to Mila casually

Zahira hugged Mila "i thought my life was painful enough that there was more to me" Zahira said, sympathizing with Mila's life

"i don't care about Zahira, I can prove I'm okay" Mila replied

***

Mila is now sitting at the dinner table with Zahira's family "not dad if Zahira invites Zahira's friends to eat here, pity she eats alone at home" Zahira said at dinner

"no papa, he's your friend. This is your home too so you have the right to bring your friend here" said Arman's father

"Thank you" Mila replied

"Sama" replied Arman's father with a thin smile that made Mila lose focus

"oh yes Zahira, your husband has not come home yet when I want acquaintance you know" asked Mila to distract him

"he said there were clients from outside who came so mas Reagen nemenin to the hotel later he said" Zahira replied

"he said he was a man, together with the same brother lucas also kok yah" replied Zahira

"oh" Arman's father resumed his dinner with the others in a light chat between the three women, namely Zahira, Mila and grandmother larasati while Arman's father just listened

after eating the four of them continued chatting in the living room while eating the cut fruit

"already tonight Zahira, I go home first yes" said Mila

"this time it's night, mending you nginep only. Your driver has gone home right" said Zahira who was worried about Mila if she went home alone at night

"no papa I can go home alone" Mika replied calmly

"try if Mas Reagen has gone home I can ask for anter him but he has not come home anyway" said Zahira

"it's no problem" Mila moved from her seat intending to go home

"better, I'll take you home, it's not good for the girls to come home alone, your car to take Zahira tomorrow to campus. Tomorrow you're doing it" said Arman's father

"well, that's good" Zahira became her own spirit when her father wanted to drive Mila

"already Mila in the driveway, tomorrow let your car I take to campus, I usually get picked up by the Reagen when I go home" said Zahira

"how yes" Mila seemed hesitant to accept or not offer Zahira's father

"huh ah, let me calm down" Zahira pulled Mila's hand in the tail of Arman's father behind her

arman's father took Mila in his car and they rushed home to avoid getting late

"where is your house" asked Arman's father

"on the road**** om" reply Mila

"you live in an elite neighborhood" asked Arman's father, who knew that Mila's neighborhood was a wealthy neighborhood

"i never pay attention to om, I rarely go out of the house because" replied Mila

"ehmm" Arman's father just cleared his throat

"then you went with Zahira ya" asked Arman's father carefully

"yes om" Mila turned to Arman's father who was focused on driving "i'm not a person who likes to interfere in the personal affairs of others, so don't worry about om" Mila asserts to Arman's father that he is not a person who likes to interfere in other people's affairs or assess the personal lives of other krang

"by the way your father is not. angry, you come home at this time "asked father Arman sat glancing at his watch has shown at 10 o'clock, past, because they left the house almost 19 p.m

"dad is rarely at home om, this just do not know what is home or not" Mila replied honestly

"oh" replied Arman's father

traveling for 35 minutes finally Arman and Mila's father arrived at the luxurious residence owned by Mila

"chuckles" Arman's father took off his seatbelt

"loh om want to come down" asked Mila

"yes, om want to take you to the front of the house if there are your parents so that om can tell why you are late home if there is no yes already back home directly after you home" reply Arman's father

"iya om" Mila walked side by side with Arman's father while chatting lightly

"mom! " creamed Mila when she saw her mother in the house hugging a man, a man who was not her father