You Forgot My Wife's Son

Chapter 7

Husband and wife who have not met six years still look at each other, wandering in each other's minds. Rangga then threw his gaze in a directional direction.

"Mas" one word from Kartika's mouth.

But Angga remained silent.

"Mas, why did you forget your promise? our son is now grown, he looks a lot like you Mas" Kartika's voice raspy.

Angga glanced out.

"Our daughter is a girl and often asks her father, which is you" Kartika rubbed the cheek of clear liquid falling from the eye.

"Why Mas Angga could leave me pregnant, giving birth, and let our lives be lost. hyks hyks"

Angga turned to look at Tika saw Kartika crying her chest tight, her hands raised want to wipe the head of Kartika who was looking down rubbing snot with tissue. However, Angga pulled his hand back, then again threw away the eyes of the padlock.

"When are we going to see our son?" Kartika holds the hand of Angga.

Angga brushed off Kartika's hand violently. "Don't be sassy! dare to touch my hand!" Angga lifts the collar of Kartika uniform with hardened jaws. Staring sharply at Kartika, like a ghost incarnate.

Kartika looked back at Angga. Apparently not the Angga that was once, Angga now is really scary. Kartika also lowered her head while hiccuping.

Angga pushed the body of Kartika who is still legitimate to be his wife, until it fell to the floor.

"I warned you! don't ever call me Angga. Because Angga is dead! one more thing, I don't have children from women like you! maybe your son was the result of your relationship from another man!"

Angga then left the place.

While Kartika sat hugging her knees, crying. Tika regretted, she had wrongly greeted Angga earlier. It turned out that the rich man was indeed Rangga, not Angga. Right what Rangga said, Consider the good, has died.

"What is this? Why mom?" a handsome man tried to wake Kartika who was still sitting on the front floor of the toilet.

"You sick?" asked the man crouching in front of Kartika.

Kartika did not answer just crying loudly. Until Kartika's body limp and then collapsed in Devano's chest.

Other employees came to the toilet.

"Sir Devan? what's up?" ask the senior employees and follow the others swarming Devan and Kartika.

"This woman fainted, apparently sick" the council replied as she patted Kartika's cheek, which she held up on her arm. Kartika remained silent.

The man turned out to be an HRD named Devano who interviewed Kartika for the first time.

"Oh my God.. How does it go, sir?" one of the male employees crouched down next to Devano.

"I'll take him to the hospital, yes first" without waiting for another answer, Devan carried Kartika's body and took her to the parking lot.

In the parking lot, Rangga sat in the car ready to go, looking at Devan who was holding Kartika and took her into the car. Heart of Rangga mecelos. Then open the glass. His gaze was unwilling to turn, observing what Devano was doing. Devan was helped by employees to open the door, then put Kartika to bed in the middle.

"Kartika... o Allah.. Why are you?" pekik Sekar, approaching Devan's car, saw his sahabanya who was already in a supine position.

He passed out, ma'am, want me to take him to the hospital, you want to come?" devan asked Sekar.

"Little for a moment Mr. Devan, I let Ms. Nana first, and reported to him" said sekar. I rushed to see Nana. Shortly thereafter. Sekar again brought two bags and prayer equipment belonging to Kartika.

After Sekar entered the car, he held Kartika's head. Devan left the scene and drove at medium speed to the nearest hospital.

Rangga still had not closed the glass, then, dropped his back on the seat. Her hair is riled.

"Mas" Diana made him gasp. Diana opened the entrance to the car and closed the glass.

"Where is it, baby?" asked Rangga, because he waited for his wife long.

"From the toilet, there was one of the employees who fell unconscious, kept stopping for a while" said Diana.

"You familiar?" ask Rangga briefly. While pairing the seatbelt to Diana's slim body.

"Not seen his face, because it was surrounded by people, but Devan was brought to the hospital"

Rangga did not answer anymore. Then the starter of his BMW car goes to the resto, they are currently going to lunch.

In the car Rangga did not speak a word to Diana.

"Why are you?" Diana reading strange gurgle her husband.

"Why indeed?" Rangga asked keep straight ahead.

With Rangga and Diana at the fancy restaurant, only the thick-pocketed people used to eat at the place. Angga pulled a chair for his wife then for himself.

Then they ordered food.

"Next week we go to Bali Na?" ask Rangga later.

"Do you agree, Mommy?" Diana looked doubtful because from yesterday Rangga did not mention that anymore.

"Again, what the hell didn't do for you?" Rangga began to melt forgetting the incident in the toilet earlier.

"Serious mas?" Diana looked pleased.

"Seriously. I will ask Iwan to help me prepare everything" said Rangga, kissing the back of Diana's hand that was tapping on the table.

Angga felt guilty earlier had silenced his wife who did not know the question.

"When do you think we're leaving?" ask Rangga again.

"Maybe it's Friday, it's afternoon Mas"

"Yes, I'll have Iwan book tickets, hotels and so on."

The restaurant waiter came to deliver lunch. After eating they did not return to DIANA BAKERY.

*******

"Ma, I'm the day after tomorrow so go to Bali yes" Diana was chatting with Mama Uly at night.

"Oh great. How many days plan?" Mama who is focusing on television mememcet remote.

"For a week Ma"

"Oh"

For a moment they were silent. "Where's ladder? tumben, don't join the conversation here."

"Not knowing Ma, from this afternoon he was moody continuously," Diana pouted.

"Sick times? have you asked why?"

"If asked she said it was okay, but remained silent" Diana pouted.

"Your husband is tired, Na. Having to take care of two companies, he's a submissive son, as long as your Papa dies, your husband takes Papa's mandate seriously, and the results are amazing, right? papa's company is advancing rapidly."

"Yes Ma"

"Either, if your husband is having trouble comforting him, maybe he has a problem in the office" advised Mama Uly at length.

"Yes, I'm up Ma" Diana followed her husband to the second floor, after being taken by Mama.

Arriving at the room, Diana saw her husband who was lying face down his legs raised up, not paying attention to his presence.

Before going up to Diana's bed to the bathroom first, then standing in front of the mirror twisted her beautiful body. All this time, Diana had always kept up appearances. From her face she was treating to her gloowing. His weight should be stable, not wanting any fat to stick out.

Diana turned to Angga, who was still in his original position. Consider the type of husband who is afraid of wives, but if Angga has been quiet like this, must think about the problem of children. Diana stroked her stomach and then followed her husband.

"Tumben Mas's? is it late afternoon sleeping?" Diana wrapped her hands around Angga's body.

"Not yet" smelled the aroma of his wife who intoxicated Rangga was back, sleeping in a supine position.

"Mas, why the hell, I noticed that this afternoon I kept quiet," Diana was sad.

"There's another woman out there, isn't there?" accuse Diana.

Rangga tilted his body to face Diana with one hand. One more hand clasped Diana's slim waist. "What are you talking about?" Rangga justeru smiled looking at his wife's possessive face.

"There is no other woman besides you"

"What really?"

"That's true"

"I love you..." Rangga brought his face closer to a few centimeters.

"I love you too..."