He's In My House
Lost again

"I'm sorry we've done our best for your wife, but God wants something else!"

Doctor Frans's voice.

In the morning still covered in thin fog and the morning air is so cool, Juna must accept a bitter reality that never crossed his mind in the slightest.

"Thank you doc, for all the effort" he said in a tone that tried to toughen up as much as possible.

His footsteps brought him into the room of Pricilia, there with the white cloth face of Pricilia was perfectly covered. He opened his wife's beautiful face.

He stared intently at every face of Pricillia back then, his face was eloquent white and so clean. In her last sleep, the woman wore a smile to anyone who saw her.

"Darling, I let you go"

"If it makes you feel happy without pain, I'm happy too!"

"Go ..."

A parting word said from Juna's lips that had prepared him mentally so strong. Although his heart was so broken, but he was well aware that the son still needed all his strength at this time.

Because his wife's departure was so sudden, and the two of them had not prepared a name together.this time by carrying his son in front of the body of the wife, Juna pinned a name for the son.

Abhimanyu, well that was the name that Juna had decided for the son.

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"Go from this house !"

"I've never seen your face!"

some of Citra's suitcases were floating in front of her.The woman who owned the villa she had rented there, rampaged with agitation. How not, the mother of Willi was very unacceptable after he had to lose the child who has now been imprisoned due to the actions of Citra.

"Go away from here !" he said once again by pointing to Citra's face.

As a result of the commotion, some local residents were lured to see the action of the Wili mother. And it can not be denied again, if Citra becomes the spectacle material of all of them.

The image of the powerless restrained his embarrassment, dragged his suitcase into the car and started the engine immediately.

"Damn it!, how dare he kick me out!" aspir Citra.

Until now, he was very unstable in dealing with all life problems. And never imagined also by him, if his life would fall apart like this after being released from prison.

After a long time circling the streets and not knowing where to go, Citra decided to pull over for a while and clear her mind.

Just a moment there, he saw the whereabouts of Juna who was carrying his son heading into a taxi order.

"June!" screeches in the car.

"I'll follow him"

The image then decided to follow the car from behind. The car stopped right in front of the house that Juna and Pricilia had rented.

"Home?"

"Then whose child he was carrying!"

The image is still confused with a million questions, because there is no visible woman accompanying Juna. He who was still curious, immediately got out of the car and shouted towards Juna .

"June!"

"Juna ...!"

After the second time, Citra's voice was heard by Juna.

"you!" said Juna.

How surprised he was when he saw the ex-wife had found herself there.

"Who is this boy?"

"And this house?"

The image catapulted all his questions quickly without pause.

"He is my son!"

"Well, and this is our home" Juna explained.

"Son!, your house?!" tanyakanya.

Because they were chatting in the house, the sun that had turned high was quite hot at that time. And Abhimanyu cried because he was exposed to the heat there.

"Oek .. oek .. oek" she cried so hard.

"Maybe he's hungry" Citra said.

"Make her milk, I'll help you carry her"

He who has met with Juna, did not want to if to waste this opportunity to get an information that is very so he wanted.

When Juna went inside, Citra followed him from behind and this time was seen sitting there without having to be invited first.

"Seriously?"

"She can live in a house this small and narrow?!"

His eyes began to wander around every corner of the house.

"It's good that you're in"

"I'll get you a drink"

"No need, just relax."

"Give me the milk!"

The bottle of milk that had been held by Juna, was taken quickly with Citra. This time, he wanted to look perfect in front of Juna back.

"He just lost his mother" Juna said slowly.

"Oh, did you raise him as a child?" image without thinking.

"I told you that he's my son, right?!" timpal Juna in an annoyed tone.

Juna's speech made Citra speech silent for a while. The woman who was pretending in front of him was trying to rack her brain to seduce Juna back.

"He has a mama, forgive auntie yes dear" he said seducing towards Abhimanyu.

"Abimanyu is my son with Pricilia" Juna said firmly.

As she was shocked to hear a confession by Juna, Citra reflexively removed the bottle of Abhimanyu milk from her hand and the bottle fell on Abhimanyu's small face.

"Be careful"

"Don't be so careless!"

Juna takes his son from within Citra's arms. While Citra is still busy with his own thoughts, he tries to recall the last time he experienced with Juna and Pricilia. After all the images of the event were clearly drawn, then he realized everything.

"So, it's true that you've been cheating behind my back!"

"Until you both have children from your affair?!"

"How do you do it!" citra said, expressing all her heart.

Juna just looked at the woman with a sad look and continued to pet Abhimanyu, after he fell asleep Juna then put the son in the room.

"Try telling me, then what's your purpose in coming here?"

"Do you just want to talk about the past?"

"If he does, go away, is not everything clear enough for you"

"And I guess it doesn't need to be reworked"

The man had already lost his temper by this time, with a push he forced Citra's body out from inside the house. He wanted to spend this time alone with his son, because his heart was grieving.

"Juna, open the door. open ...!" shouted the image that did not receive with his treatment.

But no matter how loud her screams were, it was only the wind then for Juna at the moment.

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