Tease Om Om
Return of ex-wife.

“Om Victor! Let's go home!” bring Syafira.

“Macam used to be his ice cream!” ask Victor.

Seeing the ice cream of Syafira that has not run out, half of it has not been.

“I want to go home now, Om!” kekeh Syafira's.

“Why rush home, we're going on a Syafira date! Don't tell me you're still mad at me, Natasha Agnesia and I have nothing to do!” obviously Victor.

“I'm not angry Om, I also believe that Om Victor has nothing to do with Sister Natasha Agnesia!” syafira. “Same as between me and Om, no relationship whatsoever!” insinuations.

That's how it happened, there's no clarity. But Om never did it.

“Do I have to take you to Penghulu right now Syafira! Don't challenge me!” victor Sahut.

“I'm kidding Om!” tympano Syafira. “I want to go home, I believe Om Victor and Sister Natasha Agnesia have nothing to do!” syafira.

“What's upstream, Pa!” tanya Xander looked up at her papa.

“Nothing dear, let's go home!” take Victor to walk the little Victor to the elevator.

Victor complies with Syafira's wish to return home.

“Later tonight we have to talk!” pinta Victor before they arrive at the parking area.

“Iya, by phone only Om!” syafira. There was a fear because Victor began to dare to kiss her anywhere.

“Ya!”

They also got into the car. Mr. Joko who was loyal to wait. Start running the car.

“Where are we going, Mister?” ask the man.

“We go home, Sir!” victor Sahut.

“Good!”

The car started to go back home. Along the way Victor was relieved that Syafira was no longer angry.

The four-wheeled vehicle arrives at Victor's residence. Shafira got out of the car. So did Victor, bringing Xander who was asleep.

No wind no rain. Syafira gasped to see the woman sitting on the porch.

“Why Aunt Elena has arrived here! It hasn't even been two months in Africa!” muttered Syafira who was walking tail behind Victor.

“Honey, let's talk!” elena called Victor affectionately.

“Do not touch me!” victor brushed off his ex-wife's hand. He chose to leave Elena.

Syafira, who had been silent, followed Victor into the house.

“Wait For Syafira!” prevent Elena from grabbing Syafira's hand violently.

Syafira. He looked back at Elena.

“I'll make sure Victor gets back in my arms! Conscious of yourself Syafira, you are just a prankster hitchhiking in this house, without the mercy of Victor you cannot feel life with facilities as good as this!” elena said confidently.

“The self-conscious is Auntie! Aunty comes and goes at her own pace without appreciating Om Victor's feelings!” reply Syafira. He knows how painful it is to be in Victor's position. Loving but not being prioritized is painful.

“Jaga what you said Syafira! You're no match for me! Surrender to get Victor!” insist on Victor's ex-wife.

“I'm not afraid, Auntie!” reply Syafira trying hard. His heart had actually been torn to shreds.

“Good! Get ready Syafira I'll make you cry blood. Since you are brave enough I do not hesitate, I make sure your heart breaks to pieces!”

“Let go of my hand Auntie!”

Elena took off Syafira's hand. They exchanged fierce looks. Nobody wants to budge, both feel they deserve Victor the most.

“I'm not afraid!” syafira. Then he stepped into the house. He quickly climbed the second floor stairs.

Shafira opened the door of her unlocked room. Bizarrely. Because he locked it when he left.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed. In his dimly lit room.

“Should be as strong as I am, Om! I need to be a mountain! Or a piece of coral! I feel small, why love you should be this tired! I'm tired!” shafira muttered as she closed her hands. Tears spread. His chest feels heavy. Natasha Agnesia, Elena, Mr. Jaya, Mrs Hani, who else will get in the way of her love for Victor.

“I'm tired! Should I give up!” shafira complains to herself.

Silent.

Just a faint sounding of the girl.

“Don't give up Syafira, don't cry! I'll make sure we're together!” said Victor grabbed Syafira in his arms.

Before Syafira came in, the Om, was already in his room.

To be Continue....