Bridal Stain
His kid?

“Grey!” scold Sarah, from behind.

Grey immediately turned his body, when he heard his tant. “Eh, Aunt, Assalamu'alaikum, Tan.”

“Wa'alaikumussalam." Sarah approaches Grey, and Grey kisses her on the back of her Tant hand,

"What are you here for, Grey?” sarah asked, frowning both of her forehead, curious and astonished. Then he looked to the right and to the left, like looking for the whereabouts of someone.

“You came here alone or with your husband?” tanyakanya.

Grey smiled stiffly. “Emh, alone, Tan. Home work directly stop by first here.”

“Loh, continues? Husband you know, if you come here?” ask Sarah. Grey scowled, before he shook his head slowly.

"Hehe's not, Tan." Grey does not permit Vishnu, because he does not have a mobile phone, so he cannot contact the husband or family of her husband, after all Grey forgot this morning he did not permit Vishnu.

“Continue? What do you want to do here?” Sarah opens the door and invites Grey in.

They both landed their bodies on the long sofa in the middle room.

“Emh, look, Aunt. Two days ago, when om and Aunt came home from my wedding, did Auntie and om go straight home, or stop by somewhere first?” grey asked, venturing out even though he was a little afraid and hesitant, because he only wanted to confirm Aryo was battered by being beaten by someone.

Sarah immediately understood, the direction of the question uttered by her nephew. “Oh, you must want to ask about ommu and Aryo, ‘kan?” sarah asked, looking at him cynically.

Grey was immediately dumbfounded, surprised that the Tantenya could understand the purpose of the conversation. “I-iya, Tan, I'm actually here to confirm that.”

“Emh... so .. true yes, if the om who mukulin Aryo to battered so?” grey asked a little scared.

Sarah again confirmed her sitting firmly, looking at Grey with a dislike look. “Why? You feel sorry for that jerk, huh?!” aunt Sarah stared intently at the two Grey beads.

Grey was nervous. “Ti-no, Auntie, I don't feel sorry for her. It's just ...” The word Grey hangs. And before he was about to continue his speech, suddenly from the outside heard the sound of a motorbike moge, which is known to be the sound of his motorbike.

And it turns out that, not long after, Rama came carrying two pizza boxes in his hands. Grey turned towards Rama who was walking towards him.

“Loh, Gray! How are you here?” asked Rama immediately keep the pizza box on a round table nearby.

“This, your bang, Mas, still she worries about her brash ex!” satarah said, and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

Rama opens the black jacket attached to his body, keeps it just on the arm of the sofa, then comes to land his body on the same sofa as Grey.

“Are you really worried about him, Grey?” rama asked in surprise.

Grey immediately shook his head. “No, Om! I-I don't worry about him, anyway what I care about him. I'm just worried about Om. You see, papa Cakra will definitely not be silent when he knows that his son was beaten to a pulp like that.”

Rama was a little confused, hearing a slightly ambiguous sentence in his ear. “What?! Child?” rama asked, frowning both eyebrows.

“Iya Om, so ... actually Aryo's son papa Cakra with aunt Goddess,” replied Grey.

Both Rama's eyes immediately rounded perfectly, he was so shocked to hear the words of Grey. “What?! ... His son?” rama asked, still in disbelief.

In fact, right now, hearing that reality, is like hearing a glower in broad daylight.

"Yes, Om."

“You didn't lie ‘kan, Grey?” Both eyes of Rama still buyak.

“No Om, I'm not lying. My own husband told me that Aryo was his half-sister.”

Grey exhaled so heavily, then shook his head weakly. “Entailah, I was very surprised when I found out the truth.”

"I also know that Aryo is the son of Cakra's father, right on my wedding day" he replied limply.

Suddenly Sarah arrives, bringing three glasses of cold drink to her, Grey and Rama. She sat her body beside her husband.

“Know what?” sarah asked, taking her drink.

“Know that Aryo is Papa Cakra's son,” Grey repeated innocently.

“Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk.” Sarah was immediately choked by her own drink. His mouth was now wet and sagged by the drink he had just stirred. He immediately pulled out a piece of tissue in front of him, then rubbed it onto his lip area.

“What?! ... A-Aryo's son lord Cakra?” ask Sarah, who was no less surprised to hear it. Again, Grey nodded his head.

“How can? Didn't you say that he was just the son of a boutique owner?” ask Sarah still with her feelings that dag dig dug not careless.

“Iya, right, he is indeed the son of a boutique owner, and the one who runs the boutique is his mother, Aunt Dewi. While the papa, is Papa Cakra,” continued Grey explained.

They were all pensive, silent not in the slightest. The situation in a few minutes was quite quiet, before Rama finally re-opened his voice.

“Then, does Aryo stay with you too?”

“No. Aryo and Aunt Dewi live in the second house, but I don't know where it is. Because long ago, when I was dating Aryo, he said that he only lived in a small boarding house.”

Rama and Sarah look restless. “Wire! If he was your husband's half-sister. Then how is your relationship with Vishnu?” ask Rama.

“Hah? A-I and Mas Vishnu, our relationship is still—” Before Grey finishes his speech, Sarah first cuts it off.

“What night did your bride and groom run smoothly?” sarah asked so curious.

“Hah?” Grey is confused, between being honest or lying, to his aunt and om about what Vishnu said to him that night.

“You are in contact with him or not?!” sarah asked impatiently, with her voice slightly raised.

"Oh Allah, what shall I say to my aunt and father? I do not want to lie, but I am too embarrassed to reveal everything, especially Mas Vishnu did not want my presence on his side, even he just said that he would make me not feel at home with him. How is this, O God?" inner Grey, confusion.

"Why shut up?! Quickly answer! How is your relationship with Vishnu? We need to know, Grey!" sarah was a little pushy.

Grey took a deep breath.

Alright.

"Look, Aunt ... Om." Grey looked at the two in turn.

"Actually, a-I and Mas Vishnu ...."

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