Not Salihah's Wife
The Arrival of Imelda

“Hug you? Is it not wrong? You who approached and hugged me, it could have happened since last night.” Randy got out of bed and went to the toilet.

“I mean I hugged Mr. Randy since last night, whichever is possible.” Amara dodged with confidence.

After cleaning up, Randy prepares for the morning prayer and leaves Amara still in his confusion.

“Still sure I hugged you?” ask Randy while putting out his alphabet.

“When we sleep sometimes we are not aware of what we are doing, even though I hug Mr. Randy is definitely in an unconscious state.

During the day Randy and Amara left the inn to return to Jakarta after ensuring the activities and participants were all safe and the activities would end in the afternoon.

On the way home, Randy's cell phone rang and was ignored by the owner because he was focusing on driving.

“Pak Randy.”

“Leave it first, later I will call back,” said Randy as if he knew what Amara would say.

Not long after the phone rings again.

“Pak Randy, should not pull over first. It might be important,” said Amara. “Call from Hana,” Amara said again.

“Hana.”

Randy finally pulled over and stopped his car. Opening the phone there were two missed calls from Hana.  Amara stared at the passing of Randy who got out of the car to make a call.

“What Hana is Pak Randy's future wife yes,” muttered Amara.

Not knowing what was being said, Amara could not hear clearly only to hear that Randy and his family were coming soon.

“Where to go? Ahh, is their wedding close?” Amara muttered again wondering about Randy and his future wife.

When he returned to the car, the man was silent as if there was something on his mind. Sometimes Amara turned to the side to make sure that Randy focused on driving instead of daydreaming.

While in Jakarta, Imelda has received information about the Amara family.

“Oh My God, why am I in a situation like this,” muttered Imelda saw a photo of Amara's togetherness with her mother.

“The girl just lives with her mother, her father is gone. His mother was named Mirna and owned a boutique.”

“Oke, that's enough. Give me the address of their boutiques and residences.”

Could it be that Pram already knew about this, Inner Imelda.

Imelda couldn't wait to be sure of something, but Pram wasn't there. Secretary Pram said the man was seeing a client outside.

“Did you witness something strange from my husband?” imelda asked Pram's secretary.

“I mean Ma'am, what kind of strange thing?”

“What she has ever gone to a boutique or asked for you ...”

“Ah, Salim Boutique.”

Imelda scrunched her forehead, “Iya Salim Boutique, what did Pram do with the boutique?”

“It looks like Mr. Pram is involved in ownership of the boutique, because several times he transferred some money with business capital news but it was a long time ago Mom. A few years ago, now Mr. Pram only asked me to take his own suit order.”

Imelda left Pram's secretary without saying goodbye as she rushed towards somewhere. Salim Boutique, to answer all allegations and prejudices. Not an hour had the woman arrived at Mirna's boutique.

“I have to make a message with her, I would have gone crazy just to be quiet with all these circumstances,” said Imelda while looking at the boutique owned by her ex-husband.

One of the boutique employees greeted when Imelda came.

“Mirna Salim the owner of this boutique?” ask Imelda.

“Betul, Salim Boutique courtesy of Ms. Mirna.”

“Can I meet him?”

“No need for an appointment to go to a woman like your boss,” said Imelda and passed towards the second floor.

Mirna's employees follow while asking the woman to wait and will be relayed to Mirna if they want to meet.

“Sorry Mom, I don't seem to have an appointment. Please wait ...”

“Soaring!” imelda shouted as Mirna's employees blocked her path.

“What is this?”

Mirna who went down the stairs and heard a commotion between her employees and a woman approached.

“Ahh, what a coincidence. You're Mirna Salim right?”

Mirna did not not not know the woman before her, but still she felt stale to say hello.

“Go, she's my guest,” Mirna said. “We talked above,” invite Mirna.

Imelda was already sitting on the sofa in Mirna's study, staring around the room. There are photos of Mirna with Amara as well as photos of Mirna with the artist, perhaps who uses her design services. Imelda laughed cynically, because behind her Pram was still in touch with the former.

“You know who I am not?”

Mirna who was sitting right in front of Imelda sighed then nodded her head.

“What is all your plans?” asked Imelda while holding her side.

“What plan?”

Imelda laughed, Mirna getting confused about the woman before her. From Imelda's body gestures can be ascertained that the woman does not like Mirna.

What does she want? Looks like she .. is angry, inner Mirna.

“You're still in touch with my husband?”

“What do you mean?”

Brakes.

Imelda kicked down the table in front of her.

“Basic women jal*ng, do not pretend plain. You think I don't know Pram many times to transfer money to you.”

“For that I can explain. Pram is indeed a transfer of money as business capital and every year I always report the financial condition of this boutique including providing profits according to their rights. Although I know maybe the amount is just a dime for you guys. Other than our boutique affairs there is no relationship whatsoever,” explained Mirna.

The woman explained slowly and carefully that Imelda was not provoked and ignited by her emotions.

“You think I'll believe?”

“I can prove ...”

“Not managed to get my husband you sent your daughter to tease my son. Lest the situation they should get married is a drama you made,” accused Imelda.

Mirna, who does not yet know that Randy is the son of Pram and Imelda, certainly does not understand what is accused of him.

“You mean Randy is ...”

“Yes, Randy is my son and Pram,” cries Imelda interrupts Mirna's remarks.

Mirna is shocked to learn the reality of her daughter-in-law's family.

“I've never involved Amara like you're accusing. Found the fact that she got married forced and because the situation made me sad. Everywhere parents want their children's marriage with happiness not in a state of forced let alone not love each other.” Mirna spoke while shedding tears.

Either what kind of marriage will be run by Amara who turns out to be part of the Kalingga family. Especially with Mother-in-law who clearly does not like Mirna including Amara.

“You think your daughter can live well and enjoy luxury? You're wrong, I'll give hell to him!”