NEW HELL

"Honey, take a break!" shouted Balqis, waving at her husband.

Mustafidz picked up his son and carried him on his back. He danced his way to Balqis. But as soon as he turned around, Mustafidz was surprised. He stopped to see who was behind his wife.

"Edgar?" asked Mustafidz as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Balqis, who was preparing food, also turned around. She was equally dumbfounded to see a man standing in front of her. She was even more shocked when she realised that the man who was once present in her life was holding a woman's hand.

"Edgar?" Balqis whispered. She, who had been lifting the teapot and pouring water into the glass, stopped. "Elissa?" asked Balqis again when she realised that the woman whom Edgar held was her own best friend.

Balqis got up. Mustafidz also approached. His son ran to hug his mother. He immediately sat on Balqis' lap.

"Mom, drink!" he pleaded with a not-too-eloquent pronunciation work.

Elissa was about to release her hand grip on Edgar. Instead of