
Cyra comfortably rolled over here and there enjoying Mr.'s room. Wagner is very comfortable.
"Cin, you why, it's already rich worms hot roll there roll here," said Meta who stood in front of the bathroom door, while mengikinkan wet hair.
"I'm again enjoying your mattress that is soft Met," replied Cyra origin, and of course Cyra was shocked when he saw Meta who looked very different from what he knew before. "Met, is this you? Is it really different?" asked Cyra surprised, because Meta who is now in front of him is Meta with his original figure, Mr. Wawan, with color pants on the knees and singlet clothes impressed very male and relaxed.
"Yes yes this is I'm Meta aka Wawan. Sunny if you continue to be a girl. Emang you think I'm at home wearing a negligee with that lingerie. Ribet cin mending like this adem," said Meta while throwing a wet towel on the chair. "By the way you want to confide in what, yuk I'm ready to be a listener." Cyra rests her body on the same bed as Cyra.
"But you promise me Met will keep this a secret, because it's really my secret, and I'm very distressed by the problems that continue to surround me." Cyra makes sure Meta can keep his secret.
"Yes, you must believe in I'm because I'm a very reliable person" said Meta confidently and boasted.
Cyra took a breath for a moment and took a deep breath to begin the story. Cyra is confused to start her life story from where her life is too complicated. If you can imagine it like a tangled thread that is difficult to break it.
"I actually married Met." Cyra started telling stories, but somehow those words were the first to come out of her mouth.
Meta immediately jumped in shock and his position now sat facing Cyra. "You're not kidding, are you?" ask Meta in a serious tone.
Cyra shook her head weakly, "Many of whom I want to tell Met, my life is too complicated. For example, I'm confused about where to tell you," said Cyra.
Meta approached towards Cyra, and patted her back. "You tell a story slowly. I'm ready to be your loyal listener and if you need help. I'm ready to help. Don't hesitate, don't be afraid that your secret is safe in my hands" Meta replies, calming Cyra into believing that she is not alone.
"My luck is not lucky Met, from childhood until now I am still confused what kind of happiness is it?" lirih Cyra, and Cyra began to tell the story of her life from her childhood until she was sold under the guise of marriage. Meta very patiently listened to the story of Cyra, and Meta also several times wiped the corner of his eyes that are indeed dewy aka mewek. Meta who has a sensitive and soft heart is certainly immediately sad when he hears Cyra's struggle, until he can get out of the prison of his parents' house. Cyra also recounts the figure of Qila the housekeeper who always helped him when his father blindly tortured him without pity.
"Cin you are very strong, (Meta hugs Cyra) Like if the fate happened to I'm, will kill himself," said Meta still with his sobs. While Cyra who told the story did not cry at all.
"I've felt all kinds of Grey Mets, from their words, deeds and demeaning eyes, so I'm used to it. Even I am grateful from it all now born a figure with a thick steel, the face of the wall does not mean not to be ashamed but rather indifferent to the strange gaze of the people." Cyra is proud of her. Because that is the rest.
"By the way you said you're married, who's your husband?" tanya Meta, start to kepo with Cyra's life after coming out of her parents' house like sometimes.
Meta remembers who Cyra's husband was.
"wait around. Don't you husband, big boss?" ask Meta enthusiastically and in shock.
Cyra.
"Seriously Cin?" ask Meta in disbelief.
"Seriously, but again my life is not happy, my marriage is a charade. Like a bedtime story," Cyra said flatly and blankly.
"Ko said that? Did they commit physical violence just like your family did?" ask Meta gently so that Cyra is not offended.
"No, they're good. Mr. Latif and Mamih from Mas Naqi were excellent. Because of his kindness I was always haunted by guilt. My sins are too great and I don't know how disappointed they would have been if I and Mas Naqi had lied to them." Cyra reveals her fear, hoping Meta can help her find a way out a little.
"I'm not sure if this one is a cin, you can tell me in detail. What lies do you mean?" Meta certainly does not understand the marriage agreement Cyra and Naqi. Because Cyra has not told it in detail.
Cyra took a deep breath again, then slowly threw it away. With the aim to throw tightness in his chest that began to feel increasingly heavy. " After our marriage was legal, Mas Naqi and I made a marriage agreement. Because it turns out that Mas Naqi already has his own wife, but for some reason his family does not approve of their relationship, so Mas Naqi and Mbak Rania, his strength. Undergoing a hidden relationship (Black street) Then Mr. Latif betrothed Mas Naqi to me, using the threat that if Mas Naqi refused, he would be removed from the heirs. So the point is that me and Mas Naqi are just a contract, a contract marriage. After Mas Naqi legitimately became the heir of the Ralf group company and all his assets changed hands on him. We are going to get a divorce and Mas Naqi is going to marry her lover" Cyra said of her life.
"Yes, I'm confused as to why you are so strong. I'm sure that the boss will miesel later if you separate from you. So curious as well as his girlfriend the boss is very beautiful emang yah cin?" ask Meta curious.
"Of course pretty Met, she's perfect. If I had no problem Mas Naqi finally parted with me and chose to marry his lover, maybe that was the best for him. Which makes me dizzy and upset that Mas Naqi always uses me and often lies and subverts me. So that they can meet. Once twice ok, I understand. If almost every day and always make the situation more cornered I also bother. Now I suspect that my grandfather has started to become suspicious of our domestic life. I don't know what else to explain, and I don't know what kind of anger will be if grandfather knows our lies.
Meta also dizzy with the runyamnya household life of his adopted child.
Seriate...