My wife's a fraud
The Meeting with Arya

Arki drove his car without a second thought and without thinking about safety. The shadow about Gita being with Arya makes her guess running around in an uncertain direction. It could be that Gita is now in danger, given how unhappy Arya is with her daughter-in-law. Not to mention if Arya told you about Amanda. Gita would have misunderstood.

Or maybe he doesn't care at all?

A few days ago they had a fight and ended up with Gita saying that scary word. Divorce. Arki could do nothing but agree to it. Apparently it is true, the hatred against him is deep-rooted so that the Gita never feels restless when saying the word divorce over and over again.

Another case with him, Arki has not been able to make that decision against the Gita. He only wanted to stall for a long time, grasping the Gita in his power. Just by looking at him just circulating around had made his heart calm. Arki is also increasingly perplexed at the thought of replacing the Gita with someone else is a madness.

Ja.

He could go crazy for doing it.

Should he put all his hatred aside as well to start with the Gita? That means she has to forget all the senseless, annoying, troublesome, and selfless actions Gita took on her.

Gita always said that Arki hurt her, used her. He never realized that there was a part of Arki also hurt because of Gita's unpleasant attitude all along. Even after Arki tried to do good and tolerate his lies.

Not to mention his increasingly wild and far-fetched behavior. Letting a foreign man approach him, to deliver him home. Yesterday, Arki almost got out of his car, dragged Juan out and broke his neck when he saw his car in front of the house. However, urung.

Perhaps after separating from her, Gita will pursue her love for another man. At Juan, who was stared at every time, Gita's eyes would shine with a fluffy smile. Arki has to be ready for it to happen in time. Getting used to it now. Give up Gita slowly, although her heart is getting messy.

The car is parked in a large parking area in a luxurious house like a palace. The elite area where several artists, businessmen, and politicians live. The house that Arki used to live in with his mother, before Arya's affair was exposed for years. The funny thing is not just one woman, but three people at once. Two of them have given birth to children with an age that is not too far away from him. Adrian and Aditya.

“Mas Arkian, sorry Mr. Arya is unable to visit. He is currently receiving tam—”

A punch directly landed on the face of the bodyguard who had not had time to finish speaking it. Arki did not understand since when his father was so happy to place a bodyguard in his residence. In the past, the house was only filled by ART, gardeners, and security guards. Is he now afraid of being kidnapped, poisoned, shot all of a sudden? What sins did he commit that was so careful?

Not so long the other guards confronted Arki. Anger was already at the end of his head, blindly he beat 7 people who came attacking mercilessly. This used to be his house, now he's being treated like a criminal for wanting to enter it.

“Gita!” arki shouted as he walked into the mansion, after toppling the people who were holding him down. Calling his wife's name with a troubled heart, out of anger and worry that can't escape.

“Gita, where?” ask Arki on ART who happened to be approaching in the living room.

“In the dining room, Mas. Again with Mr. Arya,” reply timidly. Seeing the anger of Arki bubbling like waves during a storm, the ART did not dare to look at him.

His steps were aimed at the dining room. Her shadow of Gita is milling. Crying, slumping, daydreaming, getting hurt, and suffering. With his father who sat down and laughed. His head hurt to the point of imagining it.

When he got there the scenery rotated in his head disappeared. Gita chatted casually with her father, as well as the young wife that Arki had met by accident. Arki was confused so that he did not move to see it.

“Come to eat, Git. It's fried grouper. Father's favorite,” said Arya thrust a full plate of fish in front of Gita. Just a smile and a nod that Gita did, felt very uneasy.

Arya catches the figure of the newly arrived Arki. It was chaotic, disheveled, from head to toe. Like someone who has been fighting. His gaze was still very angry, as well as confused which could not be explained.

“Arkian, you if you go home, do not get used to beating the guards you have placed! You are gangster” said Arya calmly commenting. He knew his bodyguard had been beaten by his son.

“Ngapain you brought Gita here?” ask Arki with anger that has not subsided. “Gita, let's go home!” he looked at Gita.

“Loh, Dad just made Gita dinner and acquaintances. How many times have you been told to come here to introduce your wife. You don't want to continue anyway?” Arya still answered casually the anger-filled question from Arki.

“Do not be kind! I know your mind is rotten. Are you talking about Gita? What affect did you get to Gita?” accuse Arki.

Arki frowned immediately, knowing that his father was playing tricks on him. “Do not pretend and do not talk carelessly with Gita!”

“Ck. Cepetan sit down and come to dinner!” Aryan orders.

“Gita, let's go home!” arki said replying to Arya's orders. Gita flinching. Still sitting at the dining table staring at Arki who was standing and looking fiercely at his own father.

“GITA CEPETAN GO HOME!” arki shouted impatiently as he looked at the unmoving Gita.

Finally Gita stood up from her seat, approaching Arki. Arki quickly grabbed Gita's hand, grasping it tightly, half dragging him away from the dining room. Arki didn't even care to say a word of farewell to his father.

“Gita, come here again! Dad wait for your arrival,” exclaimed Arya while grinning triumphantly.

Gita turned her head for a moment on her way away, without retaliating for anything. Arki kept dragging him through the corridor and the winding rooms towards the exit. Various paintings, sculptures, and art displays filled the room that the Gita did not know what its function was.

Upon reaching the exit, Gita was shocked to see some people sprawled and assisted by the ART and other escorts standing up. The guards he saw entering were injured and some were unconscious. Looks like Arki really went berserk earlier. Gita shriveled in fear.

Arki continued to walk past the fray of the bodyguards who looked frightened as Arki passed by. Arriving in front of the house, between the large park before parking, Arki stopped. He stared at Gita clingy with panic that had yet to leave his gaze. He immediately hugged Gita. Drowning out the agonizing worry his chest violently in close embrace.

“You're all right, Git? My father doesn't mind you? You're not hurt, are you?” arki said in a word to brute the question.

Gita pushes Arki's body away from the tightness. The man seemed to be crushing him with a very strong embrace.

“Sick!” lamented Gita. Arki only realized his embrace was endangering his wife. “I'm fine,” Gita continued to confirm.

Gita still saw that look in Arki's eyes. The same look as when he arrived at the IGD when it was told that Gita had an accident. Panic, chaos, anger, and fear piled up to make Arki look very messy. Does he really care about her?

Is this also part of his pretense? Almost all the time during these two months Arki ignored him. Why did it suddenly change again and confuse him? Where is the real Arki? Who said not to pay attention to each other and follow the rules and view their relationship as just a bedmate? Or was the Arki he saw so worried now?

They got in the car. But Arki hasn't turned on his vehicle yet. He leaned his head on the steering chair, his eyes closed. He looked like he was breathing in, setting his anger in order to subside immediately. His entire body was full of tension, even his every nerve became alert. Things that often happen to him when getting bad news happen to Gita.

“My father said what is the same to you?” ask Arki finally, after his anger slowly subsides.

“No say anything. Just acquaintance with him and his new wife,” replied Gita.

“You are no longer lying to me, are you, Git? It's impossible for my father to be like that doang,” urged Arki.

“You don't believe me? You keep thinking I'm a liar, right?”

“Arya Wibisana dangerous. Never listen to or believe his words!”

“You are also not easy to believe,” muttered Gita barely heard.

“Hah? What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. I understand your words. Pocket walk! I'm tired of going home,” reply Gita finally.

Arki finally started the car and got out of the house. Continue their journey home. No more talk there. Silent and two people busy with their own thoughts. When recalled, this is the first time they have been in one more car after two months of isolation and neglect.