
If Nesya is now debating about bread with his men, in contrast to Fariz who is beset with confusion choosing a wife or woman he loves, he said, on the one hand he remembered that he was married and would soon become a father, but on the other hand, there was a woman who now came to collect his promise.
“Didn't you promise me that if someday I'm successful, then we'll get married. Do you still love me like you used to?”
The sentence rang in Fariz's head, lying if Fariz had forgotten his love for the girl paras ayu, in addition to being highly educated, the girl named Clara has also now succeeded in reaching her goals to become a model.
But the promise is still a promise, Fariz thinks if Clara has forgotten the promise, a promise where if Clara has been successful, then they continue their relationship to a more serious level. It is hard when Fariz allows his loved ones to pursue their dreams in the land of people, but he must not be selfish, Clara is entitled to it.
However, as time went on, communication between Clara and Fariz became less and less common. This leads Fariz to conclude that Clara has forgotten her promise. A few minutes he was pensive, until a smile full of cunning appeared on his face.
Meanwhile, still on the way to a place that felt safe to hide Nesya, Radit began to ventured to ask questions that might be personal in order to eliminate his curiosity.
“Can I ask?”
“Can't if it's not too formal? It feels like my ears want to vomit hearing you talk like that!”
“You want what?” Nesya stared at Radit's face intensely making the man misbehave.
“How about your baby?” Radit began to worry, he was afraid that Nesya would let out an excessive reaction.
“I'll raise it myself.” Nesya answered with a bitter smile.
“But your school?”
“I issued. Miris right? I was expelled for defaming the school, then a husband who was more concerned with other women than me. Yes, I am not important to him.” Nesya bluntly, she laughed cynically lamenting her tragic fate. When the school asked Fariz to attend school, but the man refused for busy reasons, he accepted whatever decision the school had made for Nesya.
“Sister, do you know where my brother is??” nesya asked hopefully, hopefully this man will be kind enough to help her to meet her brother.
“No.” Radit said that he still loved his life, making him not dare to betray Fariz to that extent.
“Cannot be. You must be lying!”
“We have arrived,” Radit diverts the conversation, he came out to invite Nesya into a simple house that looks long uninhabited.
“Whose house? Are you asking me to steal?” accuse Nesya and immediately move away making Radit pat his bidat.
“It's my old house, your husband won't know if you're here, maybe a little dirty because it's been a long time I didn't clean it.”
“It's okay, let me clean it.”
“No, let me. I don't want you to be exhausted and result in your content, I can be blamed later.” Radit said in a satirical tone.
“Oh, with pleasure.” Nesya smiled happily, she sat her butt on a small sofa.
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