FORCED CHEATING
285EXPLANATION

A maid had just served two glasses of warm drink, she immediately bowed politely to leave after letting her two guests enjoy the drink she was carrying.

Via gently rubbed Nala's slumbering face in the cradle, while Jumilah had been busy since he set foot in the magnificent palace of Mr. Alatas.

“Mbak, try pinching the cheek of Njum,” he said with a view around the spacious living room where he is now.

“Anaan anyway, Jum?” Via did not respond.

“Pick cheek pinches Njum, Ma'am!” half pushy while putting his looks in front of Via.

Without thinking long finally Via landed a fatal pinch on Jumilah's right cheek.

“Aaawh!” Jumilah squealed stifled.

“Jum, noisy tau!” Via was upset.

“Truly pain, Ma'am. Means Njum is no longer this dream,” rubbed his reddened cheeks. “This is a palace not a house. The living room is very spacious, exactly like the football field in our village, Mbak,” giggled in amazement standing looking back and forth while unceasingly shaking his head several times.

“Jum, sit. Don't be tacky, ih!” Via was also upset with the behavior of the Jumilah long ago.

“Njum not kebayang, how many assistants who work cleaning in a place this big huh?”

Amidst Jumilah's preoccupation, a steady step Gerald approached to greet the two guests of the Master.

“Good afternoon,” greet Gerald.

Kontan alone Jumilah gawked at the figure of Gerald who was standing right in front of him. The tall, straight-faced man was like making Jumilah hypnotized.

“Sore,” reply Via smile.

“You must be Miss Via,” looking at Via, while Jumilah who seemed glued alone by Gerald. “Big Master ordered me to escort you to the guest room to rest,” continued Gerald politely.

“Abang, what's his name Bang? Really great ...” Friday did not blink looking at Gerald's face.

"The brew makes Njun grmes!"

Via elbowing arm Friday slowly, “sorry, what Mas Mirza –“

“Mirza is still with the Big Lord, soon he will see Miss when it is done,” said Gerald. “Let's come with me.”

Walking in front of Via and Jumilah, Gerald ushered up to the guest room door. “Please, Miss,” open the room door. “If need something do not hesitate to contact the waiter,” tell with his hand the phone plane on the side table of the door.

“Thank you,” said Via with a smile.

“I'm sorry then, have a good rest,” Gerald slightly bent his body.

“Eh, Where are you going? Not coming to Bang?” chirp Jumilah who instantly get a sharp code with both eyes Via.

Jumilah just grinned, watching Gerald's departure until it disappeared at the end of the hallway room down the stairs.

“Jum, no more noise! Nala's sleeping again!” Via megultimatum before Friday back lebay with a variety of admiration.

Jumilah just move his lips a few centi although his heart wants to go back hysterical with all the luxury of the interior of the guest room where he stayed overnight.

What power, Jumilah only able to amaze in the heart. Jumilah then smile himself while observing one by one the contents of the room, he seems to be fantasizing if later berbilan honey in this room. Duh, you little Njum!

At the same time, in Mr. Alatas' private room.

“You owe me a lot of explanation,” said Mr. Alatas with an ice-cold look.

Mirza swallowed her saliva, knowing that the Great Lord would demand an explanation of the facts she had just obtained.

“Master, I didn't mean to hide it from you.” Mirza said slowly. “I just don't want you to know everything at the wrong time.”

“I don't need a reason,” Sangar's face looks more haunted with the look of his eyes are terrible.

For a while Mirza thought about where she should start telling it to make the Great Lord impatient.

“You know, if I wanted to I wouldn't let you not meet your family,” growled with restraint, his right hand clenched in fury.

Nodding faintly, “I understand, Mr.” Breathe in to fill his chest cavity that feels narrowed before venturing out his long description.

From every rolling moment, not a second escaped Mr. Alatas' hearing. Mirza told me everything without anyone missing. Starting from his household life, his relationship with the mother, to his meeting with Sofi which resulted in the destruction of Via's trust in him, and lastly about Sofi's escape which was later discovered by Azad, Ramzi, and others, Jane, Rumi and Hanson.

Mirza bowed at the end of his sentence, he had stolen a glance at Mr. Alatas who was silent with an illegible expression. After the consequences that he will receive later from the Great Lord.

“You may come out,” that sentence is precisely what came out of Mr. Alatas' mouth.

Slightly raised his face, “Tuan ..”

“Call Gerald,” connect the great Lord turned his gaze away.

Mirza understands that he is currently being unwanted, Mr. Alatas must be very disappointed in him. Mirza exited the room with slow steps, as soon as she met Gerald, Mirza rushed to the guest room where her son and wife are now.

Sculpting for a moment in front of the guest room door, he recalled his meeting with Via at the Azad wedding reception this afternoon. How he wanted to shed all his yearning with a close embrace and shower the beautiful face of the wife with a kiss that was endless, but what was the power of the Lord's order to wipe it all away.

“We go home now, the driver will pick up your wife later,” Big Master does not want to be denied.

The two pairs of eyes were only able to look at each other with squeezed hands as a sign of deep longing. Via's tears were about to fall when the Great Lord returned to mengultimatum.

“Come home now or I'll fire you!”

Taking a rough breath, gathering all the strength that is in him, he was very ready to welcome the woman he loved so much.

He did not knock, the door of the room was opened first.

“Mas Mirza?” one surprise-pitched voice with a glare of disbelief.

“Via where, Jum?” asked, it was Jumilah who opened the door to welcome him.

“There, Mas,” turned inside, “Mbak, Mbak Via ..!”

“Jum! Why the hell are you screaming at her job?” Via came out of the bathroom with his kimono and hair rolled up in a towel. But his annoyed look changed momentarily when he saw the figure that was in the doorway.

“Masuk Mas,” Friday give way.

As commanded, the two long-separated halal lovers approached each other with slow steps.

“Mas, I –“ Via was a little nervous, her steps came to a halt right in front of Mirza. “I –new finish shower.”

Smile, “iya, Mas tau, Darling.” Touching the chin Via softly. Their faces face closer together.

It is still clear the streaks of love between the two faces, the netra mareka each other dive into the taste, the heartbeat is not in rhythm.

“Ehkem!” deheman Jumilah suddenly damaged the moment that had just been created between Via and Mirza. “Sorry, Excuse me to go out first, Mom?” Jumilah grin because it makes the concentration of intimacy both pause. “Please continue, Njum want to see the sights first hehe ..” immediately pass and close the door.

Without the babibu, MIrza immediately pulled Via's body into his arms. Spilled all the flavors from this afternoon he was detained.

“Darling, pardon Mas,” wept in the right ear Via.

Only reply with a tight hug, lips Via unable to speak.

“Im sorry Mas, Darling .. Mas is not a good husband, Mas is a coward as a man,” a circle of regret flows profusely from both corners of his eyes, he said, Via was still silent without a word until Mirza broke her embrace and stared at the clear second netra which was also wet from that moment.

Gently rubbing the cheek of the wife, “Mas knows, an apology alone is not enough to restore all your love and trust, dear. As a husband, I have done too many wrongs and disappointed you. Mas really sorry, Mas does not deserve to be called a husband even a good father –“

“Mas,” cupped his beloved face with both of his talapak hands, “till whenever you still will be the best man for us. Make me, and make our son, Nala.” Look at Nala who is still slumbering on a wide, soft mattress.

Slowly Mirza approached the edge of the bed, she looked at the pretty face of her little angel. Clear circles again warm the cheeks, the sense of regret is increasingly inflamed. How he has missed important and valuable moments in the growth and development of the baby. His little daughter is now growing more beautiful and fat, a few months passed quickly once the change in baby Nala.

“Dad's dear son ..” gently caresses Nala's chubby cheeks, slowly Mirza brings her face closer and lands a kiss on Nala's forehead.

Haru shrouded Via's heart, this sight he had not seen for a long time. Little Nala does not understand the meaning of the presence of a father, but watching the baby grow without the father will certainly hurt, but watching the baby grow without his father will certainly hurt, therefore, Via gave thanks ceaselessly because God has reunited them.

“Honey, look. Our daughter has grown bigger and more beautiful,” Mirza rose slowly back up to Via.

Via only nodded faintly with a smile, his two neutrals condensing again.

“Tell me whatever you want your husband can make up for his guilt,” takes Via's hands and squeezes them tightly. “Whatever you ask Darling, if you want to accept back this cowardly man.”

“Mas, don't say that again,” stares dimly. Via knew Mirza was as hurt as she was.

“I left you without a word, what's his name if not a coward?”

Shaken firmly, “I know you did it because you were unable to hurt me and Nala, Mas. I know how much you love us, I know how much you love your mom, Mas. That's why you can't choose, and you leave us all.”

Stunned, how wide the heart of the wife. Mirza knew he deserved any punishment, even mockery, ridicule and harsh words from Via which he had ignored for a long time. But in reality Via actually sees the source of the problem from a different point of view. With her tenderness and thoughtful policy, Mirza knew that no one could understand her like Via.

“Darling, thanks for everything,” kissed tightly Via's forehead with both eyes closed full of stifling regret, “we started again everything from the beginning. You, me and Nala, we'll be happy living three,” reassembled Via's body into the deck.

While Via was lulled, how happy the dreams of life they planned.but a moment later, Via broke into a slow embrace.

“Mas –“ staring at husband's bead inside.

“Ya, Dear.”

“I want to say something,” start carefully.

“What is it?” staring curiously. “Oh, Mas tau. You definitely want to spend the night together with Mas huh?” goda Mirza nosy.

“Not,” flangled.

“Not to be ashamed, dear. Mas aware, so many full moon Mas does not give a living mind same you –“

“Mas, not that!” cut Via because Mirza's mind starts omes.

“Terus?”

“It's about mom,” stare more closely.

“Why with mom?”

Although not until the heart of Via said it, but Mirza must know all the facts about her mother. Then came the heartbreaking story of the mother-in-law.

Slowly sitting on the edge of the bed when he heard the words sentence by sentence Via about the state of Bu Een. The tragedy that took away all of Bu Een's possessions to the current state of Bu Een's concern in the mental rehabilitation house left Mirza devastated.

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