Bitter Tongue In-Law
17. Bian prayer

"Well, where are you going?"

Bian passed Nuna and her sister in the puskesmas corridor. Nuna still looks pale even though not as tired as before.

"Mother Nuna can go home."

"Relatedly? Why rush? That's Nuna's face still pale. It's okay to rest here."

"I'll be looking for people, Bian. They will be worried later. It's okay, I'm healthy."

Bian saluted Nuna more and more when he said that. Look how neat he hides the real reality little by little Bian already knows. However, he also could not be rash to ask or say what he already knew. He thought it would be much better if he knew more about them. Not intended to interfere, he also did not actually want to plunge into the affairs of Nuna. But how will you? Should he be silent to see the injustice he sees before his eyes?

God, I just want to help. Nuna has no friends to share the burden. If you allow me to take part in this matter, I just want you to make it easy to help Nuna. If you don't allow it, please keep us away, Lord.

Bian then intends to book a taxi online to drive Nuna. There was a debate between Nuna and Bian. Nuna Kekeh does not want to go home to anyone. He insisted on going home alone, he did not want to add to the problem with this incident. While Bian is also no less stubborn with Nuna.

"Udah, my decision cannot be contested. I want you to go home with Bianca. Let him explain it to your mother-in-law and husband. You just shut up. It's bring. Tell me this from Bianca. Done, right?"

"Udah Mbak, yes. You don't know how Mas Bian has so far never flexed his stubbornness. Just accept it. I want to go home, right?" Bianca spoke in a whisper.

At Bianca's suggestion, Nuna finally accepted with condolence. After that debate, they finally separated there. Bian just drove them with a look of eyes that kept staring at the taxi away.

And the trust placed in Bianca went well. In addition to being careless, Bianca is reliable enough to make a show or make things okay in situations that are actually tense.

I don't know what Miss Ningsih wants, the woman behaves as if she doesn't like Bianca. From his gaze, the expression on his face, as well as every word he put out felt bad to hear.

Nuna thought that Ms. Ningsih did not like anyone close to her or in contact with her. Is this so-called age not indicative of one's maturity? His age is no longer an adult, but should have matured and know how to treat people, both the disliked and liked.

"Ca. You better go home, you're already from noon nemenin me, you also have to rest. Thank you for bringing me home and thank you for the food."

"Yes Ma'am. Excuse me, Mom." Bianca passed from there politely.

As Bianca's feet reached the ground of the mansion's courtyard, she crossed paths with Arga and Lia. They threw a glance and stopped for a moment. Bianca pulled both ends of her lips into a smile as a sign of greeting. The same thing is done by the two humans who look to be kasmaran.

"Cock go home with him? Must've made a deal, huh? Want to get in first, Lia?"

Bu Ningsih's voice was still quite audible in Bianca's ears. The young woman stopped her steps on the fence and turned her head back. Everyone was on the terrace, he felt something was wrong with the family. He could still see that Bu Ningsih's attitude had been very different since the arrival of the two. A good welcome and full lips smile suddenly seen since the two couples came. Even Bu Ningsih led the two to enter the house. While Nuna was still left on the terrace.

Bianca wanted not to think about what she had just seen. But that brief incident kept lingering in his mind.

What was Nuna's husband? Why go home to another woman? Why...?

Bianca's mind suddenly faded as soon as she heard the taxi driver say she had reached home. The house is quite large with one floor it is only inhabited by Bian and Bianca. Their parents died seven years ago.

"Ca, how? Did you meet her mother-in-law Nuna?" Bian prepared dinner. When the footsteps that entered the house made him ask with a little scream.

"Yet," replied Bianca approaching her sister who was in the kitchen. "Me meeting people like Nuna's mother-in-law scared me of marriage."

"Why?"

Bianca then told me what happened there. Ketus, jutek, and judesnya he told me in full.

"Eh but, Mas. I wanted to go home with her son, Bu Ningsih. She's the same girl. The woman came with her son, Buset dah. The treatment of Bu Ningsih is very different from Nuna dateng. The same woman, her son, was very well. If they are both daughters-in-law why are they treated differently?"

Bian doesn't know what his sister means Arga or not. Because he also did not understand much about the family of Nuna's husband. But if Arga does have siblings, do all his children live in the same house even though they have a family?

"Mas, I did it anyway. Don't tell me Mas there's a similar taste to people's wives, yeah!"

"Whisper, go there!"

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"Who was that, Mom?" Arga asked after cleaning up and joined Lia and her mother. While Nuna went straight to the room shortly after her husband and Lia came to the house.

"Nuna nolong woman earlier. Nuna's head hit the sidewalk, so it was ushered home. Didn't you see that Nuna's head was wrapped in cotton and plaster?"

Only a nod of the head became Arga's response. On the one hand he felt sorry for the woman who was still his wife, but if that feeling of pity arose, his logic took over and reminded him of his slightly distended stomach. Disappointment and anger always arise when you see Nuna with her stomach.

After talking for a while, Lia came home. She was offered dinner, but she refused on the grounds that she wanted to clean up. Before he actually left, the woman blinked one eye as if reminding the man that she had a promise with him.

"Weekend, yes. We'll do it at the hotel. If at home someone will know," whispered Arga who answered Lia's nod.