Ustad Or Alkash?
Atta Pain

"Hello Mr. Arga..."

Atta's voice greeted Arga. While Kumala sat on the sofa of the study room with a bad feeling. Yes, of course because the door of the workspace owned by her husband was locked tightly. While listening to what they both talk about.

"Yes, hello."

"Do I bother you, sir?"

Yep! More than disturbing!

"No. What's up?"

"There's nothing, sir. Just wanted to say hello to my son's future in-laws."

"Which one is your son?"

"Ah Mr. Arga likes to joke."

"No. I don't like to joke. You have two sons."

"Ehehe is right, sir. But of course according to the matchmaking from the beginning was my eldest son, Zidan Haq. It is impossible to suddenly be replaced with Ziban Alkash right? Haha." (Atta laughs)

"Yes, you're right. I don't like your second son very much either."

"What's wrong with my son, Ziban sir?"

"Ahh, he was very naughty when he was a kid. I still remember everything."

"Ahaha he has changed sir. His name is also a child."

"No, still not."

Quiescent. This time Atta was silent. Yes, will be as strong as he is in a fight against the mouth, of course will lose far from Arga.

"Is there anything else to talk about?" (ask Arga)

"No sir."

Tut's.

Call was cut off by Arga. Actually, he did not want to talk to her for long. Not knowing what Atta thought about Arga later, he really did not care.

How dare he call me without any interest!

Arga turned off the phone. Put it in the drawer tight. It seemed like his attempt to make his mission this time successful without any intruders.

"I'm coming, my wife..."

A tense feeling regained control of him when he looked at his wife who was sitting gracefully on the sofa of his workspace. Arga approached his wife.

"What did Zidan's father say?" (asked Kumala)

"It doesn't matter." (answered Arga)

Kumala threw her face to the right.

"Ah yes, now I know your code." (said Arga)

"What code?!"

Kumala glared at her eyeballs.

"That,"

"That's what?!"

"You want me to start with that part first, right?"

Arga said as he looked at Kumala's neck.

"Not at all!"

"Anyway admit it if it's your will" (said Arga)

"But no. I'll keep starting it according to the part I want first," (he said again)

"Look down, my dear wife. I will also follow your will. But later yes. Let your two twin mountains be the ones I adili" (again)

"Take your tea first." (say Kumala tried to find an excuse)

"The tea's cold."

"I'll make it again."

"I want milk."

"All right, let me make it?"

"That's my wife, baby. You don't have to bother like that. Milk in plain sight."

"Yeahahoo!!!! You really are a bitch!!! Stay away from me!!!!"

Shouting hysterically Kumala. Arga did not heed his wife's screams. He immediately began his mission without getting the approval of Kumala with a burning spirit.

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Tut's...

"Why turned off?" (asked Olive)

"Master Arga is deadly." (answered Atta)

For a moment they were both glued to their minds. Thinking of something they both thought was a problem. Olive is thinking about how to always be close to the Raharga Family, while Atta is thinking about Olive. Yes, about him who had long been unable to bully his wife after he found out that he was betrayed.

"Bah,"

"Yes." Yeah."

Atta just shut up. Not saying anything about his wife this time. Because after all, he knew, that Arga was indeed the person who did not like to be disturbed the most.

"Bah,"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's a good thing that Zidan and Andin have been betrothed to a reward."

"Yes, it's according to your plan."

From the beginning of the matchmaking initiative between Zidan and Andin did start from Olive. He considered that having a conglomerate relative like the Raharga Family would be very beneficial for his family, especially for himself. Atta complied with Olive's wishes because Zidan, her first son, did agree to the match. And of course, Arga and Kumala also like the figure of a man like Zidan Haq. They both knew him for a long time.

"That will benefit us greatly, pah."

"That's what you think."

"Ah papah this. One day we can use them."

"Utilizing how, that is?"

"Yes anything. Because after all, Lord Arga is much more possessed of his wolves compared to your reward. Our family could go bankrupt one day. But the Raharga Family will not be bankrupt, not even seven derivatives."

Atta breathed a hard breath.

"If you save a little, bankruptcy will never come to our families, even just stop by." (tukas Atta)

"Save?!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What am I saving for. You are fully responsible for your finances. If until I am lacking even a little, then you are the one I consider not to be good at making money!"

"Minimum you cut down on your unimportant spending."

"Can't! You're the one who has to work hard. My only job is to take care of myself and have fun."

"Or go to the salon less."

"What?! It's good you said,"

"Just be reduced."

"Remember, you turned away from your ex-wife because you were interested in me. Could be, this time you tried to forbid me not to routinely go to the salon."

Atta couldn't say anything. What Olive said is true. He is attracted to her and betrays her ex-wife, Helen. And that's what always reminds him not to rebuke Olive who cheated on him. He knew it was in return for what he did to Helen. Even though Atta knew he was being betrayed, he kept trying his best. That's what he learned from his ex-wife, Helen. Yeah, even though he can't be as good and patient as Helen.

Yes Olive, you're right. I was wrong.

Arga opened the shirt with his underwear.

"It hurts not to heal!" (said Olive)

Arga reviewed a thin smile. So thin. It's barely visible. Olive left Atta alone.

"Where are you going?"

"Meeting my friends."

"Do you have to meet your friends once?"

"Yes, of course."

"What event is there?"

"Drink coffee."

Olive stroked away, leaving Atta without waiting for another reply from Atta.

You didn't even ask me about the pain I've been in all this time.

Atta stepped her feet towards the half-body flat mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror. Looking at his chest which still clearly visible bruised his red.

You are a fool, Atta!

The pecker is in the heart. Then he commented on his forced smile.

There is no point in regretting everything that has long passed. It's no use.

"Stupid! I'm more than stupid!"

Atta was still standing in front of the mirror. For years he harbored a raging feeling. I don't know what to do with his wife.

"Why am I this weak?!"

Ever since Atta remarried Olive, she had indeed become very weak before her. He had known for years that he had been in a husband-and-wife relationship with Olive, and Atta had not yet had a child with her. Yes, he had indeed been very long to find the contraceptive pill that Olive always consumed secretly. That's why until this moment they don't also get children. Of course the contraceptive pill was beyond Atta's knowledge. Disappointed? Sure oes. Again, he only remembers what he did to his ex-wife, Helen. That'sallthatis. He really feels guilty. And yes, say very sorry.

"I'm stupid!!!!!"

"I'm stupid!!!!!!"

"I'm so stupid!!!!!"

Atta hit her chest hard many times. Stripped his own chest very hard. Piling back the bruising pain that is still faithful to be in the chest. Over and over again, until he was completely numb. That was the reason why Atta suffered from pain in his chest, a bruise that had always been on his chest for many years. Nothing else is not its own. He always punished himself like that. Regrets and pain that is very, very, making him unable to think healthily.

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