"I want to go home ... "
Anjani whined, spoiled in Arsya's arm. Arsya said, tomorrow he will return to Jogjakarta alone without Anjani.
"You stay here until you give birth, I promise I'll visit you often." said Arsya which Anjani could not understand. Anjani could not understand why Arsya suddenly had the idea to have a long-distance relationship again.
For whatever sake, Anjani doesn't understand!
"You said the baby had to be visited frequently before delivery so that it could pass smoothly. Then why are you even asking me to stay here?" Anjani explained that Arsya was silent, between holding back his laughter and not being able to answer his wife's words.
Arsya lifted Anjani's body without warning, landing Anjani's butt on her thigh. Making an shocked Anjani spontaneously put her hand on Arsya's neck. Impressed romantic even though Arsya had to endure a grin because of Anjani's burden that was resting on his two thighs.
"How often do our babies
"Nisya why, mom?"Arsya's panicked voice still played clearly in Anjani's ears. Anjani even remembers how Arsya's face looked panicked when he asked about another woman, Nisya.For this time, Anjani did not regret acting presumptuously. Anjani is not at all sorry that he overheard Arsya's conversation with his mommy by telephone. Anjani was not sorry even though she had to endure great pain after knowing the fact that,Arsya panicked because of Nisya.What did Nisya do to steal Arsya's attention from him?Then why is her mother-in-law's voice heard when the name of the nickname is clearly Nisya?Didn't Arsya say his father-in-law was in Kalimantan?What are they hiding?Is this the reason Arsya doesn't allow him to return to Jogjakarta?If so, it would be better for Anjani not to know anything. Choosing not knowing to be calm.
When Arsya arrived in Jogjakarta, Tuti sobs greeted her. The middle-aged woman sat in the waiting chair blankly. However, after her eyes found Arsya's radar, Tuti immediately screamed, jogging to Arsya and then beating Arsya's body overflowing with emotions. Arsya was silent, taking a hit from the middle-aged woman."Insolent you Arsya! You almost made my son die!" screamed Tuti while hitting Arsya's body with all her might.Arsya remained silent, not even struggling. Others are trying to stop Tuti."Stop it!" Sintia tries to pull Arsya out of Tuti's reach. Hugging Arsya tightly protected. Arsya who saw it rebelled because now his Mommy's body was the one eating Tuti's beating.The atmosphere was suddenly crowded. The voice of Tuti's scorn echoed, interspersed with shouts of people trying to separate. It was so crowded, that Arsya felt like just running away from there."Calm yourself, the important
"Hooray my husband is home !!!"Arsya's return to the boarding house this morning was greeted with a shrill voice from Anjani. With a happy face looking at Arsya who had just entered the house. Anjani's face was very bright when she saw who came in the morning, Anjani's smile was painted so sincerely even though her heart was pounding in pain when she realized that her husband was staying outside the night.One by one Arsya's behavior tore Anjani's trust. Anjani's eyes sparkled when she saw Arsya, her lips were smiling broadly, and her cheeks were flushed too, but Anjani could not deny that her thoughts began to walk, little by little her heart began to be eroded by logic.Why did Anjani do it again? Faking yourself.Why should the sweet smile she gave to her husband who slept with whom last night, shouldn't Anjani be angry with Arsya? Asked for an explanation why last night the bed felt cooler and wider.
"You're not shopping for vegetables, jan?" Sintia threw a confused look at Anjani who had just come home from the vegetable seller, who said earlier that she wanted to shop for ingredients for today's cooking, when she came home, how come her hands were free. Anjani looked down, holding back tears, "I'm not buying, Mom. Sorry." Anjani replied then went into her room.Sintia and Kai who saw that looked at each other, confused. "Mood of pregnant women." Kai said, answering Sintia's confused look."Maybe?" Sintia said, still in disbelief.Kai nodded, then got up from his seat, "Come on, Auntie to the market, I'll wait."Sintia let out a short sigh then went into the room to get her wallet, said goodbye to Anjani before finally catching up with Kai who was waiting in the car.***Please tell what Anjani has to do. Stares blankly, without tears. Anjani's gaze is completely blank staring
"I am full""One more spoon, waste of food,"Nisya pouted, then opened her mouth to make the last spoon filled with porridge land into her mouth."Want to drink," pleaded Nisya, Arsya immediately took a glass of water on top of the nightstand while placing the bowl of porridge that Nisya ate.Nisya handed her another half-filled glass, Arsya readily accepted and put it in its original place."Arsya, my feet are cold. Please wear socks." said Nisya in a spoiled tone made up. Arsya sighed faintly, then went to take Nisya's socks which lay on the sofa. Halfheartedly put the pink socks on Nisya's feet.Without Arsya realizing it, Nisya's cellphone camera was shining at him. Take a single photo without the object's permission. Nisya's lips smiled slyly as she stared at her cellphone which managed to send her photo to Anjani's number. Even though Anjani had previously blocked Nisya's numb
"You can't go home, Arsya ..." whined Nisya while holding on to Arsya's arm."My wife is waiting at home." said Arsya begged. Arsya's face was tired, he was tired of following Nisya's wishes."If you come home, I'll be alone," said Nisya, squinting pity. Her lips pouted, trying to seduce Arsya with a cute face.Arsya sighed heavily, "I have to go home, Nis. I am responsible for my wife!" Arsya said, getting emotional. His voice rose to make Nisya gasp.Nisya's face practically changed, her eyes widened, her chest rumbled annoyed because Arsya kept remembering his wife at home. Nisya's head that had been attached to Arsya's arm was now straightened, then patted Arsya's arm roughly.Nisya folded her arms in front of her chest, "I am also your responsibility!" snapped Nisya angrily.Arsya's feet took a step back, looked at Nisya with an astonished look, a little surprised because it turned out that Nisya answered in a high tone too, "My respons
The next morning Anjani came again to the hospital with Kai and Nisya's family. Actually with Arsya too, but Anjani seemed not to see Arsya who always stood behind him."Mom and Dad are on the road again," said Arsya when they were walking hand in hand in the hallway of the hospital.Anjani's steps stopped, practically making Kai and Arsya's steps stop too. Meanwhile, Tuti and her husband had gone to Nisya's room first."Why do you always bring your parents with you? Yesterday you said you could solve this problem yourself, but the evidence is that you make you and your parents interfere in our household problems!" said Anjani sarcastically.Arsya looked down, restrained himself from being angry at Anjani's sarcastic treatment. His lips were tight, unable to open his voice.Seeing Arsya's silence, Anjani grieved and then resumed his steps. Kai patted Arsya's shoulder in concern, then followed in Anj
All night Arsya contemplated the departure of his wife. Staring at the room that was so quiet. Usually at this time, the fragrance of Anjani's cooking has pierced Arsya's sense of smell, coupled with Anjani's shrill voice humming a song that comes from the land of ginseng, which Arsya believes Anjani himself doesn't know the meaning.Arsya sipped his soda, took Kai's cigarette that was left behind and then plucked the fire to light his cigarette coals, Arsya was not a smoker, but at times like this he needed the nicotine item to release his fatigue a little. Arsya's eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, the short hand on the clock shows nine o'clock. And Arsya has absolutely no passion to go to work this morning.Arsya's head was steaming, mostly thinking but there was no action. The prospective father even chose to stay in the room all night instead of following his wife to Jakarta.Arsya scratched his hair irritatedly, turned off the remaining half of the cigare