The Macau Love Story
strike each other

The night was getting late, Pandu had come home from a few hours ago shortly after finishing dinner.

Mr. Hermawan is awake in his study. He didn't realize he was asleep there until morning.

Last night, Hermawan got word, that he had information about Pandu's legal wife. They say that Nayla is currently in Hong Kong, but for sure, they do not know where Nayla lives.

"Now what are your plans to bring that woman before me?" asked Hermawan to his two men.

"We will always patrol the port area, because we are sure that one day he will definitely meet the woman. There we'll follow him to his home address"

Hermawan seemed to nod his head several times.

"At other times, we'll go undercover and pretend to be Pandu's subordinates to trap the woman" he added with an unassailable look at Hermawan.

"Then what if the woman calls Pandu?" the search is complete with squeaking eyes.

"We won't give her a chance to call her husband"

"But if that happens how?"

"We're going to force it"

"Whatever your plans are, bring him before me, and I ask Pandu not to know our plans"

"Ready boss"

"Guide, if you make Delita a weapon, then I will make your wife my weapon"

"I cannot admit you before Mary, for surely she will drive me out of her house, and I will lose this fortune, I can never live without treasure" he said in his heart.

"That means, Risa must be here too" this time she muttered with both elbows resting on the table while her fingers fused together.

"How is he, now his son has become a rich man"

"Risa though I still love you till this second, but I can't live with a woman who has nothing like you. Even though your bed-game was more satisfying than Maria's, it wasn't enough for me. Enough to pretend to love her, I can live with the treasure"

Hermawan is still busy with his own thoughts, until he is not aware that his son Devano who is also a twin of Delita knocks on the door and enters his office space.

"Pah" called Devan, he was as crafty as Hermawan who would master his mama's treasure without sharing it with Delita.

"I-iya Dev, what's up?"

"Is he daydreaming?" devan asked in surprise.

"Yes, papah just thought you wanted to match your sister with Frans' son" he replied trying to evade.

"Don't Delita have a husband?"

"The father disagrees with the man, he's too old for Delita"

"But she is rich, surely Delita will live a good life even though papah and mamah do not give her a legacy"

"Once upon a time it doesn't stay"

"But Delita loves Pandu pah, I agree that Delita is with him" Devan said. "In that way, I don't need to share my mamah's wealth with him" he said in his heart.

"Fathers will never condone their relationship with Devano" he asserted with a rather high intonation.

"I will tell Delita to elope if Papah stays in her position. My wealth is only mine"

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Nayla pregnancy has stepped on the third month, her sleep hours have begun to normal than at the beginning of pregnancy in the first and second months. Since his cell phone was forcibly requested by two Pandu confidants in Hong Kong, he prefers to learn knitting from his mother-in-law.

If he wants to contact Pandu, he will ask Nuri to call him using Nuri's personal mobile phone.

"Non, this is Mr. Pandu's phone" Nuri said as she thrust her phone.

"Let's say yes Nur" Nayla nimbly accepted the thin object and placed it in her ear.

"Again what?"

"Knittle"

"Knitting furiously what knitting yarn"

"Both" Nayla's answer made Pandu reflect with a smile.

"Kneak it for what"

"May know the answer, right?"

"Wait for Friday, I'll look at you"

"Serious mas?" nayla asked in a flat tone, no happy expression at all. "If forced, it is better not to go home"

"Aren't you?"

"Ask that to yourself try?"

"It must be bad"

Silent, Nayla can no longer say Pandu. He looked down while looking at the nails on his fingers.

"Well remember my message?" Tanya Pandu broke the silence they created.

"Don't go out of the house"

"Sorry to have to impose such a rule"

"It's okay, I'm in jail"

"Once again apologize"

"Hm"

"Tomorrow I'll try to get there before dinner, so I can eat together"

"What will masakin do?"

"What is important your cooking"

Many things they talk about Pandu's business in Macau, about him who just hacked a gambling machine, so he can beat some gambling players who always cheat and cheat other gamblers. About her pregnancy that felt sad. But when remembering the message from the husband, he was able to brush off his sadness that often stopped in his mind.

Satisfied talking through the phone, Nayla returned to focus with her knitting. He was surprised at his mother-in-law who was now a little able to talk. Why always make a handkerchief. The reason is because when you are a child, Pandu always sweats even though he does not do strenuous activities.

"Until now still like to sweat kok bu" Nayla responds to Risa's story. "especially if you sleep without AC, it's certain that his sweat will flood the pillow and bed"

"Eat it instead of buying a handkerchief, mother mending make with knitting, because the mother likes knitting and the money can be for others" he said of course still stuttered and stupefied.

"Is that so, mom?"

Miss Risa nodded. Although a little difficulty in speaking, but Nayla quite understand what is said by her mother-in-law.

"Oh yes ma'am, Friday night mas Pandu will go home, what good to cook mom?"

"Directors like oyster crab sausage at all, same steam the fish, try cooking it, for the extra concentrated you Nay"

"I just found out that Pandu like fish" Inner Nayla, his memory suddenly remembered Pipo who liked fish in the fish pond near the school TKnya first. "So remember the owner of the handkerchief" His mind again complete with a faint smile.

"God, I already have a husband, why remember in the obvious never looking for me, when in the past he had promised to see me again in the park"

Sighing deeply while shaking her head, Nayla then glanced at the clock on the corner table. "It's almost three o'clock" he murmured.

"Mom, Nay ready to cook food later tonight ya"

After being nod by Risa's mother, Nayla hurriedly stood up, then stepped towards the kitchen. There was already Nuri who was busy preparing ingredients to make rib soup.