FORCED CHEATING
220INSIDENT

Mirza seemed to be finished with the buttons of his shirt, immediately he grabbed a backpack while pinching his shoes towards the living room. Via brewing a glass of chocolate milk enjoying it with peanut butter bread, whereas a serving of chicken soto complete with quail egg satay and anget tea just arrived at the stomach.

“Honey, Mas go first yes.” Approaching the wife.

Grabbing the back of the husband's hand to kiss him. “Iya Mas, be careful yes.”

The cup!

A brief kiss on the forehead Via as the answer, then reached into the pocket of the bag. “Lho, where to?” Mirza muttered that she could not find what she was looking for there. He was looking in his backpack.

“Search what, Mas?”

“Car key, Darling.” Heading to the room looking for her there and back again after not finding her. “Feelings yesterday Mas taroh in bag.”

“Mas forgot naroh possible.” He swept across the living room with Mirza following him. “No Mas.”

“Iya, where are ya Mas narohnya? Usually direct Mas enterin bag.” Scratching his nape that was not itchy, trying to look in the living room but nil.

“Mas, almost 8.” hours

Look at the wall clock. “Hem, yes already riding aja motor.” Snatching the motor key next to the TV.

“Let me find the key.” She took her husband to Dapan.

Although still covered with question marks finally Mirza left too, Via took it off with a smile then headed to the room to replace the baby doll.

“I'm sorry, Mas.” His murmur grabbed the car keys from inside the wardrobe drawer.

Even without asking permission of the husband, Via desperate to go to the house of Bu Een. He's sure if he told Mirza it wouldn't be allowed. Via felt the need to go there to assert something. Her heart did feel like a trace of guilt to the old mother, but to give her blessing so that her husband married again he would never do. Until anytime.

CKIIT

SREETS

BRACKET

Via stepped on the brake pedal half in panic when a motorcycle just passed in front of him. Then I heard a falling voice. Gegas Via got out of the car with misgivings. Although he drove his car slowly because it was still in the neighborhood of the housing complex but he was still worried because the motorcyclist who turned out to be a woman was sitting down while holding her knee.

“Mbak, no papa?” A worried hue emanated from Via's pretty face, feeling guilty because it had daydreamed so that it did not realize there was a motorcycle coming out of the alley.

“Emh, Sssh ..” The woman raised her face with pain, her right knee bleeding.

“Mbak, I'm sorry? I didn't see that-“

“Ngak Mbak, I was wrong to cut the road do not look first.” The woman shook her head, she also realized her mistake.

Via saw an old motorcycle lying next to the woman and intended to wake her up. “No need Mbak.” Sergey the woman because he saw the belly of Via which began to bulge he could not bear. “Let me aja.” Rise up with a little bit of a limp.

“Mbak I took medicine first yes.” Via looking around the quiet tumben, usually crowded gini mornings around the complex.

“No need, I'm in a hurry.” Trying to wake up his motorcycle.

“The motor is broken, right? I really do ya.” Via really feels bad because even though the woman in front of him seems to strongly reject his help unlike the victims of accidents who always insist on asking for compensation.

“No Mbak, fortunately Mbaknya also did not speed.”

“Via, my name is Via.” Via extended his hand. “I live in block B1 number 15.”

“I Chelsie. Call me Chlesie, don't use Mbak.” Welcome the young woman with a smile even though she is still holding back the pain.

“You live in this complex too?” Via feels the need to know more about the victims of the car accident.

“No, I was new from Sister's place.”

“Oh ..” Via nodded, then he saw Chelsie's right elbow was also injured. “Yes, Chel your elbow is also bleeding.” Kaget Via's.

Chlesie who seemed to have no idea was a bit surprised to see him.

“I have to take your medicine. Let's go to the hospital now.”

“Nevent to Make Via.” Chelsie refused. “Truly I'm not papa.” Dunked with tissue from his sling bag.

Via opened his wallet feeling unbearable to Chelsie, she was a good young woman and did not want to bother. “Ya already, please you accept this yes.” Granted some width of Chelsie's pda money by force.

“No need, Ma'am.” Chelsie kekeh won't take it. “This is also my fault.”

“Chelsie please do not refuse ..”

“Via?” Greet a man who was passing and immediately stopped his motorbike as soon as he saw Via. “What is this?” And then it's full of curiosity.

“Via was a bit of a surprise to see who came. “Danar, I accidentally bumped him-“

“No, I was wrong to play nyelonong aja.” Connect Chelsie.

“She was injured, her knees were bleeding but did not want me to take her to the hospital.” A look of regret on Via's face.

“I'm not papa, it's just a small wound aja.”

Danar immediately understood what happened, it was appropriate from earlier he observed the thumping action between the two women apparently because each felt guilty, not because of mutual blame.

“Ehm, let's take him to the front shop of the complex there. We bandage and clean the wound there, for fear of infection.” Danar's proposal gives a middle ground.

“Iya it seems better.” Via agrees.

“But I-“

“Chelsie, please.” Via pleaded that instantly rendered Chlesie powerless to resist. “You ride the car with me.”

“Motor I'm okay, Ma'am.”

“Motor you let me take it.” Danar immediately took over so that again Chelsie could not argue.

“But your motor Danar?”

“Biarin here aja, later I say Sapto security complex to take.” Danar.

Via nodded then took Chelsie in the car and followed Danar from behind. One of Chelsie's travels is unceasingly entrenched, only to see that he has a rich person as beautiful and kind as Via. He believes if not Via must have blamed him or even peeled it all out for cutting the road haphazardly. Chelsie smiled.

“Why Chel, why smile?” Via asked who realized Chelsie was smiling alone.

“Eh, no papa Mbak,”malu because of kerggok. “Still yes, Ma'am Via is equally good. There are not many rich people who are as kind as you. Especially just like little people like me.” Chelsie at the end of the sentence.

“Ah, you are too dramatizing.” Via smiled back.

“Oya, Ma'am Via again pregnant huh?” Chlesie looked at Via's slightly fat belly.

“Iya, road 5 months nih.” Via rubbed his stomach with his left arm.

“Definitely later his son if born a beautiful girl like his mother, if a handsome guy like his father.” Chelsie.

“Can be you.” Via feels Chelsie is also a good girl, she is supple and jolly.

Danar stopped the Chlesie motor in front of a complex front shop. He was seen talking to the shop owner's mother who seemed to be very familiar with him. Via and Chelsie came down immediately. The shop mom brought me a P3K box.

“Let me aja.” Via took the P3K box from Danar's hand.

“The wound was washed first, Vi.”

“I can do it myself.” Chelsie sat on the front bench of the stall, Via and Danar following. Although he had grimaced for a while because of the wound cleaning fluid but Chlesie continued to also put a bandage on his knee.

“Let me help.” Deftly Via now helps to install the plaster on Chelsie's right elbow because Chelsie is a bit of trouble. “Well, it's done.”

The shop owner's mother appeared again with 3 glasses of warm tea for them. “Mas Danar, how did it happen anyway can you crash so?” Ask the shop owner.

“Via again looks like Bu.” Seloroh Danar looked at Via beside him.

“Makanya Mbak Via do not daydream aja dong mikirin ayang mbeb.” Connect the shop owner's mother who was greeted by simultaneous laughter from them.

“Mbak Via sama Mas Danar is a very compatible couple huh? The only beautiful tile, really suitable husband and wife, equally kind again.”

The sentence that slid from Chelsie's lips successfully made Via who was about to reach for his tea cup gawked and for a moment looked at each other with Danar.Entah from which Chelsie could conclude like that.

“I didn't follow ya, excuse me.” The shop owner's mother prefers to go back into her stall.

“Ekhem.” Danar cleared his throat to break the awkwardness that had occurred. “We're Just friends.”

This time Chelsie was gawking, her cheeks flushed between shame and guilt. “Sorry, I guess-“ doesn't dare to continue the sentence.

“Oya, what block is your brother in? He said stay at this complex too?” Via switching topics.

“In block F4 number 16, Mbak.”

“Who is your sister's name, how do I know it?” Danar was curious.

“Definitely will not know, his name is Irfan, he just moved with his wife yesterday.”

Danar and Via kompakan nodded, they enjoyed a warm tea before Chelsie finally saying goodbye because there are things that must be done immediately.

“Don't forget to stop by my house later.” Via Say. “Oya, your HP number is Chel?” Via seems to really like Chelsie even though they just met but immediately familiar.

Chlesie mentioned her phone number and left immediately after waving goodbye signs at the two.

“Good girl.” Via looked at Chelsie and his motorbike which was getting further away.

“Emh, you still want to be here or-?” Danar asked intentionally hanging up his sentence.

“Oh yes, I was going to have a business.” Via grabbed his bag. “Where were you going?”

“Mau to the store.”

“Oh yes already, I first yes. thanks for helping me.”

Danar. “Be careful yes.”

“Oya, I have not contacted Sapto.” Groped his pants pocket, left right all zone. “Did I forget not to bring HP?” Remembering for a moment then patting his own jidat. “Hem, missed in room.”

“I anterin take the motor to where it was just how?” Via initiative.

“OK, can.” Danar follows Via after paying tea to the shop owner's mother. “What are you busy Vi, now?” Danar opens a chat on the way.

“Hem, what's busy? Nothing, most just gardening, eating and sleeping.” Via smile.

“What's not bosen?” Danar glanced at Via who was focused behind his wheel.

“Bosen anyway, but what else? I just got to work with Mas Mirza again if our son is born later.” Papar Via without seeing Danar's face.

“Heem, it is true that way. You better focus on your pregnancy first, so you and your baby are also healthy.”

Via nodded, before long they reached their destination, Danar's bike was still there.

“Still yes.” Danar said before descending.

“I should be grateful, you helped me with Chelsie.”

“Sama-sama thanks for that.” Danar opened the car door. “You are tired of messing around home, papa has a new vegetable seed.”

“Oya?”

“Heem, papa must be very cool if you visit.”

“God willing to play, greetings to your papa ya.”

Danar nodded then immediately descended, Via passed leaving a deep impression in Danar's heart.

“Yes God, why did I tell him to come home?” Danar muttered regretting his words just now.

Along the way Via never stop thanking because the accident he had with Chelsie did not have any bad consequences. Secretly Via felt regret for leaving without her husband's permission. Maybe this is God's reprimand for his actions, but to return home again Via also does not want because it is almost half way.

At Miss Een's house, by,

Sofi just woke up from her sleep because she smelled the aroma of fried rice. The worms in his stomach instantly crowed. Sofi came out and saw that Bu Een was eating a plate of fried rice while watching TV.

“Mother masakin for me too right?” Sofi asked with the pedal.

Miss Een turned, “enak aja! Who are you?” Say it with a jutek face.

“And I paid rent while living here? Not eating?”

“By yourself! Do you think this is at the hotel?” Bu Een immediately devoured his nasgor greedily.

Half irritated Sofi stepped into the kitchen, seeing that there was still rice on the table but she hesitated to cook.

“Jam this way where anyone sells fried rice?” Sofi rubbed her distended stomach as if the baby in her womb also wanted fried rice. Gegas Sofi out of the house, look at the street hoping someone sells fried rice but instead Romlah who nongol.

“Eh, Mom!” Call Romlah. “Where do you sell fried rice?”

Romlah stopped his steps staring at Sofi full of astonishment. “Mbak who is it, how am I? Did we ever know?” romlah sok kecakepan.

“I asked who sells fried rice where, why is there even kepedean really?” Upset Sofi.

Look at Sofi from the end of her hair to the end of her big toe. Although Sofi just woke up but if people basically sakep mah tetep aja cute.

“Oh, this Mbak who used to want to call Mas Mirza from Mbak Via right? How can it be here again? Who's pregnant with that child in the stomach? Not Mas Mirza's son, right?” Romlah who realized even flocked Sofi with questions.

“Kepo really?” Spray Sofi irritated.

“E is not so, in this village because anti-actor yes! do not let me call the members of IWANKOR village here to ngusir Mbaknya!”

Sofi jolted, she remembered when invaded by the mothers of IWANKOR members in the village of Via while desperate to live in the house of Mirza. (who did not know read Chapter IWANKOR/bond of anti-actor women, yes).

“Eh, don't bother! I've been insaf really, I'm here just playing nengokin Bu Een aja.” Sofi Rada is worried about the same threat Romlah.

“Whose son is that?” Romlah still curious to point Sofi's stomach.

“My son is my husband!”

“Oh, thank you deh.” Romlah breathed a sigh of relief. “Eh, what was it? Is it a fried rice guy? where there is a clock like this, ntar wait a bit maleman usually like someone passing by, or to the sub-district market there is a sell also there.” Cerocos Rome.

Sofi was disappointed, she elus her distended stomach with her sad eyes.

“The baby is cold fried rice huh?” Romlah tetiba attention-grabbing. “I can make kok.”

Sofi immediately smiled broadly widening eyes filled with excitement. “Totally?”

Romlah nodded in spirit. “Originally the price is suitable!”

“I pay, relax aja.” Welcome Sofi happy. “Ayok in, in the kitchen already has his name.” Bring Sofi. “But the cooking is good right?”

“Oh, definitely dong! I am the champion master chef season 215 you know.” Romlah patted the chest proudly. “I'm a multi-talented woman. Cuisine, diligent and dream of every man.”

“Good dong?” Sofi is getting excited.

“Emang nice. I used to flower the village, all the men fight over me.” Romlah increasingly mumawa no matter the body that stretched left right upper right irregular.

“Not that, I mean if you can beberes also means can all help me during my stay here.” Error Sofi.

“Oh, Mbaknya again nyari assistant?”

Sofi quickly nodded, she thought it would not be hard to do all the homework again if there are people who can be told.

“Ok, I can coke. Origin of payment is suitable!” Back Romlah smiled.

“200 thousand a day, how?”

“Deal!” Romlah cheered triumphantly without a fight. Today's days of hard work, money 200 thousand a day want to run where? 200x30 days, how many? Romlah imagine the money he will receive later.

“Yes, you started working with me today. Cook, nyuci, clean up from morning until afternoon.”

“Beres, Mistress.” Romlah immediately changed his call for Sofi.

Romlah immediately cooked the fried rice for Sofi while Sofi returned to the room to take a bath. Ms. Een who did not know the presence of Romlah in her house was shocked when she came out of the room to the kitchen.

“Heh, Romlah! Why are you in my house? Want to swing?” Sembur Bu Een fierce.

“Eh, Miss Endang! Here I again make fried rice for my employer.” The Romans moved the fried rice into the dish.

“Udah mateng, Rom?” Sofi appeared with the towel still wrapped around her head.

“Udah, Nyah. This is special fried rice for Madam.” Romlah serve it on the dining table.

“Still yes.Now you go to the front room, take all the dirty clothes I made washed.”

“Siap, Nyah!”

“Wait, wait!” Sergey Bu Een. “Something's wrong here?” Staring at Sofi and Romlah alternately. “You mean your employer is him?” Pointing Sofi.

“Iya” Sahut Romlah.

“Can't! Only I can be a mistress! After all since when did you cooperate with him?”

“Since this day, why is it?” Challenge Romlah.

“Can't, this is my home? Why are you even working with him?” Ms. Een still doesn't accept.

“Yes can be, my Madam who is my salary!” Sahut Romlah while Sofi only listen while enjoying the fried rice that tastes really good. Didn't think he was a good cook.

“It's you guys take care of my store!”

“Okay! My mistress is not Miss Een!” Deny Romlah raw. “Kalo Bu Een want me to help you in the store also means have to pay me more.”

“Sofi!” Excited Bu Een. “Bayarin him all to keep shop!”

“Nak aja, the store is not my business!” Sofi cuek finished off the rest of his fried rice.

“You need to get off your feet right now from here!”

“Uhuk ... uhuk ...!” Sofi choked suddenly. Between annoyance and confusion controlled his heart. If he really has to go, he can go. No one can protect her until Alatas discovers her whereabouts. While at the house of Bu Een, at least she felt safe because Ms. Een would not let it go if Alatas or her husband hurt her.

“Okay, Rom. I added 100 thousand deh!” Sofi had to give up.

“Sip! But only until 4 pm close!”

“Kayak a working person your office! Blagu really!” Upset Miss Een.

“Kalo do not want yes already, I work with my mistress!”

“Asper as you!” Bu Een resigned. “After this quick open the shop, I want to go first!” Miss Een is leaving.

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