ERIKA (The Slandered Woman)
Chapter 23

"Where's the father, ma'am?" Icha asked Erika who was busy cooking in the kitchen. After getting tired of playing in the room, Icha came out and immediately looked for the figure of Aldo who now rarely returned home. He also misses sleeping three as some time ago. But, he ended up only finding his mother alone who struggled in front of the stove.

Erika sighed softly. Sooner or later, this son must and must be a friendly whose name lacks the affection of a father. Therefore, the cooking show he stayed. After the stove was turned off, Erika scooped up Icha's tiny figure and sat her down in the dining chair. He will intend to explain to Icha with the child version.

"This mother's son, my father's love, right?"

Icha nodded quickly. "The same mother, too," she said as she peeked at Erika's cheeks crouching in front of her chair. Makes Erika smile. But his feelings are still raging.

"Dear Icha, Father and Mother are no longer able to sleep together as before. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were no longer possible."

Mimik Icha full of questions read instantly by Erika. "Why, Mom?" erika guessed, surely question after question will be popped from her child's lips before the little girl's answer is satisfied. Therefore, Erika will not be twisted to tell it. Bad, the truth must be told. A mother should not cultivate false hopes for her child. Fear of the risk of impact until big later.

"Son, nothing is eternal in this world. Icha believe in God, right?" The boy nodded, almost every night, his mother was telling stories about Muslim-smelling things so that in her childhood, she had little idea who her God was.

"So, Icha must plant in your heart, if there is a meeting there must be a farewell, son."

Icha still did not understand and it was visible from his face.

Erika smiled gently, but her heart screamed a scream. Icha and its mass is not much different, lack of parental love. But his son is still a little lucky because there is a self that will love Icha until the last drop of blood.

"Father and Mother have been met, but must also be separated by God because it is not a soul mate."

Icha thought for a moment. Erika patiently awaits Icha's response.

"Not soul mate? So, the olang who was haired to look at it was the soul mate of the middleman's father?" Icha tells the figure of Sinta who does not wear the hijab.

"Icha, Aunt Sinta?" erika asked and was taken by the little girl.

"Yes, Son. Aunt Sinta and your father are now in a match. Not with Mom anymore." Erika.

"Telus, whose mother's soul mate? What's Om good?"

"Who is good Om?"

"Of Afnan!"

Uhuuk... Erika spit herself. It's its own shake.

"Sooh is God's secret. Just ask yes. And Icha has to promise that from now on you can't expect me to come here too much, you know, baby?"

The little girl nodded again. "Icha will wait for Mom's soul mate. Bial can not be beltiga again." Said plain.

Erika just kept quiet and immediately continued her cooking show. After feeding his son, he had to go to Mr. Ridwan's office, as promised this morning.

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"Have you had any appointments before?" ask the receptionist.

"Yes, Mother. Mr. Ridwan personally invited me here."

"Oh, so. If you can tell, what's your name?"

"Erika!"

The receptionist also, immediately check the appointment schedule of the Boss.

"But, here your name doesn't exist! There's only E-Cha," the fashionable-looking, straight-haired woman said.

Erika clucked slowly, should she introduce herself according to her pen name only because she came here as a client of Mr. Ridwan, not a neighbor.

"E-Cha is my pen name, Ma'am."

"Well, really? Means you're the scriptwriter we're going to release the movie soon." Mbak who had earlier pitched firmly jutek, now softened.

Erika smiled as she gave a small nod correcting the question.

"But I'm a fan of your novels too. May I ask for one of your selfies."

"Of course!" Erika is very friendly. He is grateful that someone is so passionate about his work.

Finished interacting briefly with the female staff, Erika was in the step towards the room that the employee was referring to.

"Well, Mr. Ridwan's office is very very magnificent" muttered Erika ceaselessly staring in admiration of the office. "Mother Melati must be very happy to have a husband like her. So did Mr. Ridwan, must be grateful to get a good wife like Mother Melati, "inner Erika. Just now, Ibu Melati stopped by her house and offered the services of willingly babysit Icha under the pretext that she was bored alone. Well not.

And Erika's admiration stopped when she saw the door bearing the full name of Mr. Ridwan. The widow rolled her eyes, said the receptionist, she must first be the same as secretary Pak Ridwan. But, where? The table in front of him was empty. Maybe he went to the toilet.

"I'd better wait."

Five minutes, up to five minutes, Erika waited bored but the secretary she was waiting for did not come.

"Whose mother Melati will bother to babysit Icha if I stay here later."

Erika decided to knock on the door in front of her. However, the tip of his foot down there unintentionally pushed the door slightly so that the leaves were not tightly closed before widening on their own. Astagfirullah, Erika's eyes tainted saw a pair of humans are adulterous lips with the woman on the lap of Mr. Ridwan.

"Love-Love!"

Degs...