The Gambling Bet
sinetron victim.

    With the passage of time, time went by so quickly, after a few months of Baron's departure for good. Despite leaving mourning for Alya, and also Puspa they can pass through together. 

           Adrian who came home early that afternoon, because his office work has been represented with Bayu. Adrian was very nervous because this afternoon he had a guest from the Sudirja company, Anton the company's confidant, discussed about the shares owned by the sole heir of Sudirja corporation , experienced a drastic drop due to an inside game.

        Adrian is eager to tell about Alya's true status, but there are many considerations to think about especially Burhan, he does not want oma Yana to know that Alya is still alive.

        With his wide steps Adrian climbed up the stairs to reach his room. Adrian opened the door of his room slowly, heard the sound of the television was on displaying soap operas.

        "Alyas.."Adrian called Alya 

         Adrian's eyes scanned the room, sounding in the corner of the room the sound of someone crying.

        "Hoo.hu.." 

        "Alya.., you why.?" Adrian asked in panic.

        Alya did not say, he sat with his legs bent and buried his face.

        "Alya, talk." Adrian.

         "Mas., my parents." Alya said in her sobs 

            Deghs.

        Adrian's heart beat suddenly, so far Adrian has not been able to reveal who Alya really is, but where Alya knows about his parents.

         "Why your parents.?" Adrian panicked.

         "Pbuh, are my parents the same as him,why are my parents dumping me, if there is no mother Mary how do I fate." Alya said as her hand pointed towards the live television.

        Adrian increasingly did not understand what Alya said.

         "You mean.?" Adrian.

        Alya who was still crying with her eyes puffy, got up from her seat then her hand grabbed Adrian's hand and invited him to sit on the sofa .

        "See.!"  Sinetron mas, how could he throw his son was a child, pity mas, whether my parents like that have dumped me, then I was found by mother in the trash can maybe." Alya said innocently.

        "What.?" So you're crying because of soap operas.?" Adrian said dumbly and then his hand he clapped it on his forehead.

       "He uh." Alya nodded her head.

        Adrian chuckles amusedly to see the behavior of his wife, Alya who is a pussy turned out to be able to see as well.

        "Mas, I don't know from childhood where I came from, it's just that Mary's mother loved me so much, she said that it was time that I would be taken to the place where I was born." Alya said.

        Adrian is speechless, wanting to tell the truth but there is a big risk to bear, because the person who is hostile to Alya is Burhan, his father's adoptive brother.

         "You're patient, don't cry anymore, if you cry ugly." Adrian.

         "What mas, I'm ugly, mentang - about you handsome many who want you, who is the woman who sat near you when it fit, I came to the office.?" Alya said with her lips pursed.

         Adrian's eyes suddenly opened. Alya is very funny if jealous, her memory is very sharp.

       "Woman, who do you mean.?" Adrian said confusedly frowning his forehead.

      As Adrian recalled he had never approached women, especially since he had fallen in love with Alya, he had never thought of any other woman besides his wife.

        "No need to pretend amnesia." Alya snorted in annoyance.

        "Aura, you mean, he's my friend and my personal doctor, he's also the one who treats diseases…"

          Adrian stopped his words, he did not want Alya to know the disease he was suffering from.

       "No, what disease.?" Ask Alya.

       "Ioma disease." Answer Adrian.

        "Oh.." 

       They continued watching the soap opera, Adrian is very grateful to find a woman like Alya, in addition to simple soft-hearted Alya.

       Alya was silent, her face was gloomy, a look of a burden that was being thought of.

        "Kok silent, why, we make photos like famous artists ." 

         "Mas, may I ask.?" Alya looked at Adrian's face.

         "Are you going to dump me one day and go with another woman like the one in those movies." Alya.

         "Geez baby, you've been a victim of soap operas, what you see in the soap opera is all not true, but, the proof is that the actor lost to a legitimate wife when reported to the police." Adrian said framing Alya's face with both hands .

        Adrian so amused himself to see Alya's sensitive behavior. He did not expect that such a small problem could make his mind hallucinate.

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       Lama Maria froze across the street from the Sudirja residence. Already a few months after the departure of Baron, Mary gathered all her courage to meet the great mistress.

       Twenty more years after his departure from the house, nothing has changed from the building that still looks sturdy and magnificent. His memories revolve, where first Anita who brought him into the house, gave him a place to live and work, if not possible his life now can not he imagine. 

        Maria did not realize from a distance that a pair of eyes were watching her every move. Mary covered her head with a cloth, she turned to her right and left to make sure that no one noticed her. He carried a basket bag containing food like a traveling cookie seller.

        Slowly but surely Mary walked across the , that afternoon the vehicle that dominated the streets so crowded, from the opposite direction was seen a vehicle with high speed, which is very fast, as on purpose he walked towards Maria, until the sound of tires braking.

            Ciiiittt…..

          "Awas.." Shouted a traveling fruit seller.

         "Let's…"

          Bugh.

         Maria's body bounced several times, stopping on the pavement with her head covered in fresh blood.

          "What's up, sir.?" Anton asked with the security guard in front of the house.

        "But run sir, it's a runaway car." The guard pointed to the black car.

         Anton notices a speeding car, his memory spinning to how many decades pass. 

       "That car." Anton .

       Anton got out of his car. He ran towards the victim who became a hit-and-run, there were already many people who were crowding. 

        In the crowd, Anton with both hands tried to shake. Anton frowned faintly as if he had recognized the figure of a woman lying on the side of the road. Slowly Anton approached the woman.

        "Marya." Anton lirih.

        Anton's two eyes are perfectly rounded after knowing the woman who was the victim of the hit-and-run was his best friend Maria.

       "Please, gentlemen, get this woman in my car there." Anton pointed to his car.

       "You know him sir.?" Ask someone in the crowd.

      "Yes, he's my best friend." Answer Anton.

      Maria's body was lifted, then carried into Anton's car.

      "Sir, tell my mistress to the hospital." Said Anton with the security guard on duty.

      "Good sir " 

     Anton quickly drove his car, along the road to Anton's hospital did not stop praying. 

      "Mary, hold on ." Anton.

      A sense of tightness enveloped Anton's mind, decades did not meet, but his meeting this time really made him worried. At times Anton's eyes turned back to make sure Maria was still breathing.

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