"I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping, I just overheard," Anton said.
"You were following us on purpose," Ibu Sinta snapped back.
Anton kneeled in front of Monica, he had a sad face. Staring at Monica who might not trust him anymore. He was very afraid that he would lose the figure of Monica who had accompanied him for two years. A figure who was gentle yet firm, loving and never looked down on Anton who was from a family not worthy of Monica.
"Monica, I know you are currently doubting me. But you must be sure, I have cleared up all my feelings for Sonia from this moment on," Anton said.
"Halah crocodile, my husband used to say that too but in the end chose that cheap woman and divorced me," replied Mrs. Sinta who was still upset.
"Mrs. Sinta, can I be alone with Monica?" asked Anton.
"No, I'm afraid that if it's just the two of you, you'll do something bad to Monica," said Ibu Sinta.
Monica stood up, then signaled Bu Sinta to wait fo
Anton smiled while looking at Monica, then Anton looked ahead focusing on driving the car back."Anton, let me ask you where are we going?" Monica asked."We're going somewhere first," Anton replied."Yes but where, I don't have much time to do things that are not important," said Monica annoyed."You'll definitely like it," Anton replied.Monica was annoyed with Anton's words, asked instead of playing hide and seek did not answer with certainty. Just make people curious."Why are you frowning?" asked Anton half laughing."Because you're annoying. Don't expect me to talk to you if it's not straightforward where we're going," Monica replied.Anton smiled a little, seeing his wife pouting like that made him want to immediately kiss, hug and do something nice right now."So cute," Anton murmured."Who's cute, huh," Monica said indignantly."You," Anton replied with a smile.Monica's face turned red, eve
Anita picked up the phone from Widya, deliberately turning up the speakerphone so Anton could hear the conversation too. "Hello, Ma," Anita greeted. "Insolent child. Living in a luxury apartment but neglecting your own parents," Widya retorted angrily. Monica stroked her chest, she never thought that her mother-in-law would utter such inappropriate expletives to her own child. "Mah, what do you mean?" Anita asked. "You live in a luxurious place and enjoy a decent life but neglect your own mother," Widya replied curtly. Anita looked at her sister, why was it only now that Widya was making an issue of where Anita lived. Instead of calling to ask how her daughter, who had been kicked out of the house by Widya and Nina, was doing. Instead, she berated her for not inviting her to live in the apartment. "I don't live in a fancy apartment. I just live in an ordinary flat," Anita said. "Don't lie, your sister told me that it wa
Mbok Asih was still looking at Anita with a suspicious gaze, she was very afraid that Anita would poison her young lady."No, you're almost done cooking," Mbok Asih replied in a soft tone and smiled."Well, I wanted to help," Anita said."It's already half past eight, you just get ready for work. When breakfast is ready, I'll call you," Mbok Asih replied gently.Anita was surprised why Mbok Asih knew Anita was already working, she looked dazed. Mbok Asih knew Anita was studying and being funded by Anton. Mbok Asih, realizing Anita's confusion, immediately said, "I heard from Non Monica that you now want to be independent and work, you're a great kid and have a smart mind.""Ah, sister-in-law told me, it turns out Mbok Asih is very close to sister-in-law, yes," said Anita."Since Madame passed away, you've been taking care of young lady until you got married," Mbok Asih replied."I see," Anita replied and then excused herself to go bac
Monica descended slowly from the stairs, she approached Mbok Asih who looked nervous in front of the main door of the house. Monica was curious who exactly had come to the house. "I wanted to sit in the back garden, so I got up," Monica replied. "I see," said Mbok Asih. "Who came, I heard the bell ring earlier," Monica replied. "Uh, that, no," Mbok Asih replied incoherently. Monica was increasingly curious about who actually came, why did Mbok Asih seem reluctant to reveal who came to Monica's house. Monica walked to the door to open the door, she wanted to know who came to her house. Why are there guests even left outside the house. "Eh non, don't non. Let mbok do it," said Mbok Asih, blocking Monica who wanted to open the door. "Okay then," Monica replied and sat on the living room sofa. Mbok Asih recited a prayer before opening the door to her employer's house. The two people now standing in front of the door
Widya climbed into the car that her husband worked in. Her face was grim, she didn't want her friends to know she had a husband who worked as a driver."All right," said Widya."Don't pout like that, Widya," replied Mr. Hasan."It's all because you're poor. Our son-in-law disrespects me," Widya snapped."It's all because of your own actions, just try not to act up during the fasting month. Monica is a good child and raises the status of our family," replied Mr. Hasan advising his wife,Widya was already ignorant and could not be told by her husband. She was still ignorant, she blamed Monica for not respecting and appreciating her own in-laws."If she wants to be with my son, she should also want to be with me, his mother," Widya said curtly."If the in-laws' behavior is not good, should it still be supported. It's very difficult to advise you," replied Mr. Hasan as he drove away.Widya was still mumbling, she still didn't accep
"The children," Mr. Hasan replied with a smile.Mr. Hasan explained in detail why, for the sake of the children, he had endured an unhealthy household with Widya."Children need complete parents to grow and develop," said Mr. Hasan."Are you willing to suffer for the sake of the children?" Monica asked."Yes, let me suffer as long as my children don't," replied Mr. Hasan."But their behavior is outrageous," said Monica."For the sake of the children, I am willing to smile even though I am hurt," replied Mr. Hasan.Monica was silent, staring at the sad face of her father-in-law. There was nothing Monica could say other than to say Mr. Hasan was the most patient person in the world. For the sake of his children, he is willing to suffer and give up his own happiness."Widya went back and forth with her affair," said Mr. Hasan."Why are you willing to forgive for the sake of the child again?" asked Monica."Yes, I let
A plump and sexy woman came over to Anton. She sat down next to Anton without caring about Monica who was in front of Anton.The woman put her arm around Anton and winked, trying to tease Anton who was eating alone with his wife."Sorry, don't act like this. I'm with my wife," Anton said as he pushed her hand away."Besides, I'm not rich, I'm not successful. Everything I wear belongs to my wife," Anton added."Oh, sorry, is she your wife?" the woman asked, making a dirty face at Monica."Yes, she's my wife," Anton replied softly.Monica's heart rumbled, but she couldn't get angry because if she did, the despicable woman would be happy to see her angry."Excuse me, do you know my husband?" Monica asked."Yes, we are very familiar because we used to be classmates," the woman replied sternly."Hemm school friends, anyway," said Monica."Anton, if you have a wife, she should be pretty. Tell her to dress up, your ex-gi
"Sorry, this card has been blocked," said the cashier.Mr. Yusuf calmed Sonia who was screaming, he took out one more card that was in his wallet. But the cashier shook his head again, the card given by Mr. Yusuf could not be used again for the second time."Are you a new employee, there's no way my husband's card can't be used," Sonia cursed."I'm sorry mom, I'm an old employee and have been working here for almost ten years," replied the cashier."Calm down Sonia, I brought another card too," replies Mr. Yusuf.Mr. Yusuf took the one remaining card, he handed it to the cashier, but again the card he pulled out could not be used. The cashier returned the card given by Mr. Yusuf."Why can't my three cards be used," said Mr. Yusuf."I don't know either, sir. Maybe the real card owner has blocked these cards," replied the cashier."What do you mean, I am the owner of this card," replied Mr. Yusuf."Yes, who knows you have