After returning from the streets, Anjani and Arsya immediately took turns cleaning themselves. They came home at 10.m, and Jeno had been asleep since being in the car on the way home. Traffic conditions made them late to go home, luckily Anjani brought a sweater for Jeno so as not to catch cold.
"Ar, the house is a resting place," rebuked Anjani as she finished cleaning her body and went into the room to look for a view of her husband looking stressed with a laptop and some files next to him.
Arsya lip, he did not protest and chose to obey his wife's words. Close the laptop and put it in place.
"Just want sleep but why you using skincare " now it's Arsya's turn to nag when looking at Anjani who is sitting in front of the makeup mirror while rubbing her face with cotton wool that has been moistened by skincare products that Arsya does not know what her name and function.
"Unfortunately if
The sound of Jeno's crying echoes in the room that manages to disturb Anjani's sleep, anjani hastily erects her body and walks to the cot even though it still feels heavy to open. Anjani quickly lifts Jeno's tiny body wrapped in a blanket, takes her little hero into a shell and gives him milkAnjani's sigh of relief exhales when Jeno's crying voice has subsided, Anjani interrupts her eyes, staring at the wall clock, both eyes widening immediately when her blurry gaze returns normal and sees the short needle stop right at half past 5. Anjani's limbs rush to Arsya who is still asleep under a blanket."Arsya, let's get up!" said Anjani while shaking Arsya's shirt with her right hand, while the other hand supported Jeno's small body on her arm."Arsya, wake up! It's dawn prayer!" Anjani shakes Arsya's shirt again because her first try has not produced anything."Ar, what's going on? Get up!"
"Beb, please take care of Jeno first, I want to cook," said Anjani after folding mukenah and prayer mats, they had just finished doing dawn prayers together.Today is Sunday, Arsya has no activities whatsoever, so Anjani can leave Jeno who has woken up from his sleep to Arsya while cooking breakfast."Okey beb!" replied Arsya enthusiastically, Quick Arsya folded his arm and ran to Jeno's bed without opening the rickshaw and holster first. Jeno who is quiet Arsya immediately lifts and puts in his sling. The young father then walked out of the room following in his wife's footsteps."Ar, the gas is gone!" shouted Anjani while scratching her itchy head, Anjani tried to turn on her gas stove even though the result remained the same. Soon, Arsya comes with Jeno in his sling."I called gasman, he said half an hour away," said Arsya, who immediately called the gasman after hearing Anjani's screams.&
Arsya: sorry ndra, Anjani did not give me permission to meet NisyaHendra sighs deeply, bows his head and then massages his frustrated temples. Suddenly his head was in a state of pain after reading the message Arsya sent a few minutes ago"This is so an ordeal," grumbled Hendra as he grabbed his own hair. Whereas only this morning he saw the progress of Nisya, Nisya who usually eats breakfast in the room alone, this morning was back to eat breakfast at the same bar table.However, Hendra is not sure that Nisya will have breakfast at the dinner table again because Arsya refuses to meet his. Or rather, Anjani wouldn't allow that."Did I meet Anjani?" murmured Hendra. Maybe if Hendra spoke directly to Anjani, Anjani would be more understanding.Hendra scratches his head, the problem is, Hendra doesn't know his new address Arsya and Anjani."What's wrong with Anjani?"
Unknown: you're a shameless girl!Unknown: you cheap base, you're more contemptible than a bitch!Nisya spontaneously threw her phone, her hands and lips trembled, her face turned anxious. The message of terror came again, not for the second time, but for the umpteenth time.Nisya bite her thumb nails, her mind immediately falls apart, her breath blows irregularly.DRTTTDRTTTNisya's eyes are sharply taped to her phone vibrating on the floor, as if dissatisfied with Nisya's fear because of the message she sent, now the terror is calling her. Nisya quickly kicks the rectangular object until her phone goes under the wardrobe.Tok tok tok tokNisya's window glass is knocked out, a person's black shadow is clearly drawn behind her pink curtains. Nisya's panic grew, she ran out of her room."Hendra ple
"Shit!!!" Hendra swears realizing the man who nearly raped Nisya has escaped. Hendra runs quickly hoping that the man hasn't run too far so he can catch his.After a long run, but never found a trace. Hendra stops his pace, he regulates his breath. The guy growled in anger, in his heart incessantly swearing and cursing. Regretting himself for being so stupid that the terror managed to get out of his reach.Hendra turns around, desperately walking back to his house. The heart immediately throbbed when he got home to find Nisya moaning about hugging herself. Her body has been wrapped in a full shirt even though it appears to be wearing it with a tantance.For the second time, Hendra failed to become Nisya. But this time Hendra's heart was completely broken beyond his pain when Nisya slandered his that Arsya had raped his at that time. And right now, his sister is really almost a rape victim."Sya," Hendra calls
"Yeay daddy's home!" exclaimed Anjani when he saw the main door of her boarding house open, appeared Arsya who was smiling widely there.Anjani spontaneously rises from her seat while carrying Jeno in a hug."Assalamu'alaikum, my beautiful wife," arsya said while stroking Anjani's bersemu cheeks.Anjani blushed, then kissed the back of Arsya's hand. "Walaikumsalam, my handsome husband," replied Anjani. Arsya stretches out his hand intending to take over Jeno from his wife's arms, but Anjani quickly moves away."No, you have to take a shower first and then you can hold Jeno", his edict makes Arsya sigh. With a heavy step he walks towards his room, leaving little Anjani a little amused to see Arsya's adorable behavior.Anjani walks after Arsya in the back, then puts Jeno into a cot."Ar!" Anjani's instructions when he sees Arsya walking around approaching Jeno. Anjani gave
Hendra stares at Nisya who has been day dreaming on her bed. The girl fell silent staring at the ceiling of the room with a blank stare. Since meeting with Arsya this afternoon Nisya did not open her voice until this moment, even though Hendra had tried to invite the girl to talk and ask, but Nisya only retaliated by crunching, shaking and nodding her head.At first Nisya is happy when Hendra takes her to Arsya's work, but when the man she wants to meet throws her face away while looking at her, Nisya's heart is broken. Nisya thinks Arsya's attitude will soften to her because Hendra has told her about her mental state. But as it turns out, Arsya doesn't care about him. To just look at him Arsya engga and immediately throw away the face."I've contacted nis police, mom and dad are also on the way home," said Hendra managed to make Nisya's daydream soar, the girl looked at Hendra with her shocked gaze."Did you report to the
"No, Ndra. I don't want this to be extended." Nisya begs for grief, she is still trying to persuade Hendra not to take the problem to the authorities."You're okay, Sya. How can we be normal if it's like this, he's still free to roam out there, he can mess with you anytime!" Hasan was angry, didn't accept the decision his daughter made.Nisya exhales a deep breath, she bows her heavy head. His family certainly disagreed with his choice. But, Nisya doesn't want people to know that she almost became a rape victim, it's like a disgrace to her. If people knew, they'd be laughing at him. They must have been satisfied that Nisya was finally almost a victim of rape. And even more painfully, some of them may not believe it because nisya used to pretend to be the victim of rape and husband who had raped her.Nisya lifts her weak gaze, staring at Hendra and Hasan's middleman alternately, while Tuti
A few years later... Arjeno believes in destiny that controls his life. Whatever he received and lost from him was already the will of the time of power. Like, have Hanin. Running a long distance relationship for three years, is not an easy thing. There are many obstacles that Hanin and Arjeno found halfway through. Misunderstandings, longing, and jealousy. And Arjeno swears, among the three things, longing is the most excruciating thing. But gradually, they have a way to find a way out of every problem that comes. Whether Arjeno or Hanin relented, they always learned not to put forward a sense of ego. Arjeno stared at the reflection of himself in front of the mirror, his sturdy body wrapped in a black tuxedo complete with a bow tie coiled around the collar. His hair was neatly arranged, his feet were wrapped in a pair of kinclong leather shoes. He really took care of the groom today. After going through a long journey in the process
"DADDY!!!" Raquel screamed in shock as soon as she saw the results of his haircut that became his own father's guinea pig. Meanwhile, Jhonny held back the laughter of seeing Raquel's hair that did not match his expectations. Raquel stomped his feet annoyed on the floor, his face already buckled between being irritated with Jhonny and holding back tears because his hair became an undirected mess. "I don't want to know, just give my hair back!" enraged Raquel as he rubbed his watery eyes. Staring unwillingly at his haircuts on the floor. Jhonny scratched his nape with a laugh that was not over yet. Raquel's haircut was so weird. "Dad!" cried Raquel because he was annoyed at Jhonny's reaction who laughed with satisfaction. "Give me my hair back!" added Raquel as he tugged at the T-shirt Jhonny was wearing. Jhonny put the comb and Clipper on the table then he grabbed Raquel's petite body and rubbed his son's shoulders, in fact Jho
"Do you know the substitute lecturer?" asked Marcus to Wilona. The girl who was currently dropping her head on the cafeteria table. Wilona was still embarrassed because during class she called Albert's name so loudly. Even more surprisingly, it turned out that Albert was a substitute lecturer at this campus.Wilona shook her head in disbelief. How could the man who lived one roof with her turn out to be a lecturer on her campus? "No, I don't know him." Wilona replied lying. After all, it is impossible to tell Marcus and Arjeno that she and Albert actually live on the same roof. Wilona doesn't want Marcus and Arjeno to think of her as an untrue woman because she lives one in the same house as a foreign man.Marcus nodded his head, trying to believe it even though the shock of Wilona's body and facial expressions were not so convincing. "Today our campus site is filled with photos of him. Many mentioned and became fans of Mr. Albert." Marcus as the most upd
"You went home last night?" "Hmm... I was afraid that the people in your house were asleep, so I went home." "Good." Arjeno retorted, making Marcus round his eyes. This afternoon they were having lunch in the campus cafeteria. Arjeno questioned Marcus who last night did not return home. That's a good thing because finally Arjeno again felt calm in his room, but strangely last night Arjeno was a little worried about Marcus who was out of nowhere. Fortunately this morning Arjeno was able to see firsthand the existence of Marcus who turned out to be fine. "Wilona!" Suddenly Marcus called Wilona in a loud voice. Making Arjeno spontaneously stare at the direction Marcus was looking at, there was Wilona who seemed to be looking for an empty table, in both hands of the girl was her lunch tray. "Come here!" asked Marcus to make Arjeno raise a pair of eyebrows. "Don't be pretentiously familiar! I am afraid that you will embarrass yourself!" Arjeno whis
"Arje said, this is called healing.""Healing?" Wilona repeated Marcus's remarks with a wrinkled forehead. Although they were on their way, but both ears could still catch what the interlocutor said. "Yes. Arje said he would do something like this if he was stressed. Around jakarta traffic, it turned out to be exciting too." Marcus said as he stared at the street in front of him. It was already starting at night, the streets were getting quieter and a feeling of relief always hit Marcus when he split jakarta traffic. Cool air, street lights that beautify the scenery. True. It's healing. The thoughts that gathered and became tangled threads on his head instantly disappeared. Marcus immediately forgot the problem that was befalling him."Marcus, can we stop for a while? I want to sit in that chair." Wilona asks Marcus to stop his bike when he sees an empty seat available by the side of the road. Marcus nodded, then pulled over his big mo
The smell of coffee and toast that came out this morning made Wilona wake up from her sleep. As if hypnotized, the woman walked straight out of the room with her eyes still open. Albert, who was sipping coffee while reading the newspaper in the pantry, immediately gasped and smiled broadly at Wilona who was only wearing an oversized t-shirt complete with her adorable waking face, but looked sexy in her eyes.Albert whistled, his eyes still staring at Wilona from top to bottom with a judging look."Wow, sexy," Albert said as he bit his lower lip tempted.Hearing the sound of other creatures, Wilona's forehead frowned, spontaneously her eyes opened wide and then shouted when she was conscious and found Albert who was looking at her with a look of wanting to pounce. Practically Wilona screamed and ran into the room. While Albert was panting again, he couldn't believe it saw Wilona's exaggerated response, the woman seemed to be exhausted from seeing astral cre
Wilona POVThe sunlight that penetrated the bedroom window made my hands spontaneously move blocking my eyes from the glare. I blinked for a while before finally straightening up. I sighed, my body felt crushed all after last night passed a fairly long journey from Bandung to Jakarta.I smiled faintly at the mini cactus tree located in front of the window. Two weeks of vacation in Bandung makes the feeling of longing for everything in this tiny flat become more and more. Fortunately, yesterday I decided to go home because the day after tomorrow I was back in college, it felt very good to enjoy the atmosphere in the morning in my restroom.I got out of bed, walked towards the Echinocactus grusonii cactus that I named Echi. "Morning, Echi." I said hello while throwing my first smile today. My hand moved grabbing the bottle next to the Echi pot and then spraying the water on my Echi."Mama loves breakfast, isn't it?" I muttered to the golden-spiked m
"Didn't you just move? But it seems that you are very familiar with your neighbors?" Nadeo asked as he sipped his fresh ice head and cooled his throat. Hanin, who was also sipping ice head while looking at the expanse of sea water, then turned her head at a glance to Nadeo, "My neighbor just moved... I don't know how we got... Near? Can it be called close?" A pair of Hanin eyebrows linked, asking about what Nadeo said. Can she and Jhonny be called close? They just met yesterday? And everything just flows, Hanin who is not good at socializing feels comfortable to talk to the adorable Jhonny and Raquel. Until finally... Hanin visits Jhonny's house only to see the man cooking?! Hanin was flabbergasted, without her noticing, she and Jhonny approached. Not as a woman and a man, but as a neighbor. That fast? "Of course, you visited his house. And before maybe you chatted until you forgot that you had made an appointment with us." Rylee responded. Made Hanin p
It turns out that Jhonny is an architect who is good at cooking. Jhonny didn't tell Hanin where his excellent cooking skills came from. But really, Jhonny's cooking is really good! "So, the chocolate cake that you made yesterday yourself?" Hanin gawked in disbelief at Jhonny who currently looked charming with an apron attached to his athletic body. "So you think I bought it?" Jhonny asked back, making Hanin nod his head innocently. Hanin is currently in Jhonny's kitchen. The man took Hanin to breakfast together even though they had eaten a sandwich but he said the sandwich was not enough to block his stomach until noon, so Hanin sat on the pantry chair looking at Jhonny who was busy with his weapon in the kitchen. "If I can make it myself, why should I buy it." retorted Jhonny. Hanin dropped his chin on the pantry, his eyes still glued to the astonishment towards Jhonny who was slicing leeks so quickly and painstakingly. In a matter