Bitter Tongue In-Law
48. Dejavu

As usual, Lia spent half her day at the clothing store she had opened since she was in her hometown. Sometimes he also feels bored with his activities that are all that, but want how else? This is his livelihood.

He had never expected before that he had the arrival of the man he had been looking for for several months. He had just removed his helmet, he found a man sitting on the porch of his shop. He pegged for a moment before finally stepping quickly to Arga who focused on his cellphone until he did not realize the woman who still holds the status of his wife was nearby.

"Ar, why here? Why not go home? Where are you going, Ar? I miss you." Lia was about to hug her husband, but soon the man raised both his hands to avoid approaching.

The cry as well as the smile of Lia instantly collapsed, he pegged with his hands still stretched out.

"I'm here to take this, I want us to separate. Sorry Lia, I can't continue on our journey. I've found another heart patch that can give me offspring." Arga gave me a piece of paper.

Arga felt dejavu, exactly seven years ago he also did this and exactly the same. He delivers divorce papers to Nuna for Lia. And now, he did the same. He sent back a farewell sheet to live with another woman. It is her hope that this will be her last divorce. No more women, divorce papers, and partings after this.

It was still morning and the weather was also bright, but it felt as if Lia's body had been struck by lightning several times and was hit with thousands of bullets that managed to get right into her heart and heart.

"You don't joke, Ar. If you want us to take care of the kids, fine. I'm ready for us to adopt a child. What kind of child you ask me to agree with. You only wanted kids all along, right? Adopt whatever kid you want, Ar. We don't separate."

"I'm sorry, Lia. I can't, haven't I given you a long time? Seven years is not a short time."

"At least you can do this for Mom. Poor him, Ar. Ever since you left she has been sick and has no passion for life.  You're the only one he's got. How could you leave him? Think of your mother."

Of course there was a sense of worry and guilt when he heard the news. As depraved as Arga, he still loves his mother as much as he used to. It's just that now he is more courageous to make decisions for his own happiness and life path. Not only thinking about his new mother he realized that he was too selfish to be called a Mother.

"Tell Mom that someday I'll be home. But not anytime soon, I want to live to be myself without the rules and regulations of anyone. Please also tell me to always take care of health. I'm goin. Thank you for our seven years together and sorry if during my time as husband, I was wrong and lacking."

Without giving her a chance to talk again, Arga just left. He seemed to heed his ears from the call of Lia who echoed up to his eardrum.

°°°

"Ko, where's your wife?" Bian had just woken up and immediately looked for his sister's whereabouts. There is a misunderstanding that he must clear up.

"There's in the room, still sleeping. I couldn't sleep all night thought Mas Bian. He grumbled said Mas Bian changed. I've said that Mas did this also because he did not want to make him think, he was stubbornly crying continuously. It's still possible to recover, right? It is better to treat it immediately than later fatal consequences. Where I'm not married yet."

Bian patted his forehead slowly. He shook his head slowly while giving a rough breath.

"Ko, it's just a misunderstanding. So..."

Not long after Bian explained his sitting, Bianca shouted to call her husband. Before Riko completely disappeared from sight, Bian said, "Ko, please tell Bianca that I'm healthy. I don't have any disease. It's just a misunderstanding." Bian hoped that even though Riko did not press him, his sister-in-law understood what he meant.

Bian was still sitting at the dinner table when the phone in his hand rang.

"Yes, why?" Her greeting without further ado while pouring rice into the dish.

Tuuut

The employee who served at the cashier did not finish talking, but Bian who understood the intent of his employee's speech immediately disconnected the phone and walked out of the house and rushed forward his car. He did not realize that he had not changed the sleeping clothes that were still attached to his body. Don't change clothes, just touch water. Only the face that had splashed water when waking up earlier.

While in another place, Nuna pursed her lips inexplicably continues to grumble in the heart. How not? His son was too late to go to school and not casually play a silly game like this. Does he think that his business is only with him?

Nuna waited anxiously, several times she turned her head outward. However, the more often he looked at the courtyard, the more often he felt disappointed. While the school just sat quietly with his leisure. Though his mother was frustrated with the clang of the clock that continued to run.

"Mom, I guarantee Ma'am's life. I assure you he will not fire Ma'am. If that happens, you can work at my bakery later. Where's bag? This is my son if he's late for class who wants to answer? Get rid of the bag!"

"Let me take responsibility. The school is relaxed like this why do you bother so much?" Bian walked leisurely and sat down in the chair next to Cashel.

"Have breakfast?" bian asked the little boy.

Cashel nodded his head and said yes. While Nuna is increasingly upset with the behavior of Bian who underestimates important things like this.

"No need for a lot of Bian talk! This is my son's late for school, let's get your employees to grab his bag. If indeed you feel that I have the same problem I solve with me, do not bring my son. It's not funny, it's not funny at all, Bian."

"Nobody said this was funny, Nuna. I'm not being funny."

"Bian, let's solve our problems right now, but let me take Cashel first." Nuna is losing patience.

"It's not you that's coming, I don't want you to run away anymore. Where's the motor key!" Bian raised his hand.

Nuna only slightly opened her mouth to hold the curse and curse for the man who was now sitting casually in front of her. He didn't know what was wrong with this man.

"I won't give it. Who dare to set me up."

"It's up to you if you don't want to, it's okay. Take Cashel to school with a new bag."

"Not the bag that matters most, Bian. But the book inside."

"Yes, lower your ego. Get down a little, where's the motor key. I'm the one who delivered, if you deliver, I'm sure you won't come back here. The chunky!"

"What if I don't come back here? That's my right, why are you setting me up?"

"Do you keep arguing or your son goes to school?"

Goddamnit!