MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 148 IS BEGINNING TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE

Mas Arka didn't follow me into the room. Either he's still in the living room or goes after Mila.

I don't think Mila, who I consider a good friend, stabbed me blatantly. She's a really cheap woman with no feelings.

I asked Arka a question earlier. It's obvious that he wants revenge on me. But why go with Mila? Like there are no other women.

My heart is very painful. Not only because of the betrayal of the Arka, but also the betrayal of Mila who I consider a good friend.

Doni did not like Mila. As a woman, she is very easy.

I don't feel holy. Because I once betrayed Arka. But my position at the time was different.

It is not a question of justification or self-defense. But.ah already. Maybe my wedding trip with Arka mas should end here.

I'll study sincerely. Accept the fact that Arka's not in love with me anymore.

She would definitely prefer Mila. He's more everything than me. Prettier. More interesting. Richer and definitely more cheap.

I was so upset that I imagined the moment Mila had torched Arka's mas. An event he will never deny again.

I choose to sleep. Tomorrow morning I'll visit Sarah's house. I'll spend all day with my son there.

Talk to Roni too. Who knows if there are job openings for me. He was building a new hotel he was building with Doni.

The morning after falling asleep, I woke up. When I came out of the room, Arka was preparing breakfast. I don't know for whom. I don't want to expect him to prepare it for me.

I just went through him. Arka did not greet me at all. Not even seeing me.

Is he angry? It's strange! I should be angry. I am the one who betrayed him.

I went straight into the bathroom. I'm still planning on going to Sarah's house. Even though I haven't told Sarah.

I remember the message from the Yoga doctor, that I should not go near my son just yet. Before the second blood test.

But what am I doing at home? See Arka mas all day? Nah! It would only make us equally uncomfortable.

It might even cause a dispute. Let me stay away. Even if Arka wants to meet Mila, I don't care.

Just so they don't do it in my house anymore. I don't think I'd want my house to be where they fuck.

After the shower, I'll be ready. No need to be too neat, most of the day just talk to Sarah.

I called Sarah's number. But the hape is not active. Has Sarah not activated her hape? Or Sarah doesn't have a quota? No way, there is wifi at home.

I'd like to call Roni, but it's not good. I finally decided to go to Sarah's house. Who knows, indeed Sarah forgot to activate her hape.

"Where are you going?" ask Arka when I see me out of the room.

"To Sarah's house" I answered without any intention of shaking her hand as I always do.

"You don't eat first?" ask Arka again.

I just looked, then shook my head. And walked out regardless of Arka's gaze earlier.

I'm waiting for an online motorcycle taxi to take me to Sarah's house. If you ride angkot, this morning is usually full.

I'm lazy jostling with people. Not to mention later having to change the angkot again. It makes me lazy again.

Mending use ojek online, expensive a little but can be faster to arrive.

It didn't take long, my online ojek had called. He's already on the road in front of the alley.

I rushed there. Because I've been lazy to meet Arka mas. I feel like vomiting when I remember what happened yesterday.

A young man was ready on the bike. He handed me his helmet.

After I put on the helmet properly, I immediately got on the bike.

"The address is appropriate, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"Yes" I replied briefly. I was lazy to talk, especially with strangers.

He drove the bike casually, because I told him not to speed.

We finally got to Sarah's home address. Tired of also splitting the jammed streets. Fortunately it was still morning, the air was not too hot.

I saw Sarah's lonely house. The door of the house is closed. I wish Sarah was inside, because their car is in the carport.

As I said my greetings, I knocked on Sarah's door. I felt relieved when I heard the voice of people answering my greetings. It looks like Roni's voice.

"Hey, Ar. Same who?" roni asked while looking around me.

"on its own. Where's sarah?" I also try to look inside their house.

"Sarah is going to Jogja. From yesterday. Is he not afraid of you?" ask Roni. Then let me in.

I'm shaking. There was disappointment in hearing that. Especially when Roni says that Aryaka also comes along.

"How long have they been there, Ron?" ask me, hoping soon

"Not yet, Ar. Calm down, later if Sarah's business there is finished also going home. Just try to call Sarah," said Roni.

"I called Sarah before I got here. But the number's not active" I said in disappointment.

"Oh yeah? I haven't called him yet, either, this morning. Maybe he forgot his hapechas. Oh yeah, what do you want to drink?" Roni got up from her seat.

"Not bother, Ron. You're going to the project anyway, right?" reject me. It doesn't taste good to be made to drink by men, just pity it.

"Nothing. Or do you want to come with me to the project? You don't have a job, do you?"

You know Roni, if I don't have a job.

"No, Ron. Later even ngerepotin you," refused me again.

"No. You're not fussy, are you?" roni Ledek.

I smile. Could be him.

"Udah, come with yuk. We will have breakfast on the road. I haven't had breakfast either."

I, who was used to coming to Roni's project, felt more comfortable there than coming home.

"Come on!" bring Roni. I got up and followed Roni out.

After locking the door, Roni took me to her car.

"You don't have to tell Sarah yes, if you come with me to the project," said Roni when her car started to drive.

"Why, Ron?" my question is not to understand. Although I also thought I didn't need to tell Sarah.

"Nothing. It's just not good" replied Roni.

"OKAY. We also have nothing to do. I'm just going with you instead of bete at home" I said.

I have no intention of telling you why I'm at home. It doesn't taste good to also confide in Roni. Even though he knows a lot about my problems.

Roni glanced at me. Then his gaze refocused on the still-stalled streets.