
"Mia... wake up, hey!" mr. El patted Mia on the cheek for her to come to a realization. But still Mia's eyes were still closed.
"Ron!! come here!" shouted Mr. El.
"Yes sir." said Ron who immediately came when he heard the screams of his boss.
"Lift Mia to the couch." said Mr. El.
"But..." Ron hesitated at once confused, why did his master even tell him to carry Mia? is it because there is Lamha?
"Quick Ron!" said Mr. El who looked panicked.
"Well sir." without wasting any time Ron immediately cradled Mia's body and laid her on the sofa. After that look for the P3K box and hand it over to mister El. And quickly Mr. El doused the aromatic oil of the therapy so that Mia would wake up immediately. Sure enough, not long after Mia regained consciousness. Ron gave a glass of water and was immediately gulped down by Mia.
"Honeeyy!" Mia hugged the El master very possessively while sobbing. While Lamha who had since watched her husband's worries to other women, could only wipe the rough tears that had fallen soaked her cheeks.
'I thought after last night you would open your heart to me. But it turns out your heart is only for her. You just want my body' Lamha's inner.
"Honey, why is he still here! quickly throw him out I don't want to see him!!" whining Mia while crying hysterically.
"Mia you calm down first, I can explain everything. Please listen to me." said Mr. El trying to calm Mia down.
"But he has to get out of here! I don't want him here!!" said Mia.
"OK.oke..! now you calm yourself down." said Mr. El. And with a heavy heart he asked that the woman wait for him outside.
"Please, I have to explain everything to Mia" said Mr. El while looking at Lamha.
"Yes. I better go home. I'm waiting as soon as possible for the news of our divorce" Lamha said in a trembling voice.
"Lame! why are you talking so!" said Mr. El who did not accept when Lamha said the word divorce.
"Honey! he's right, you should divorce him immediately!" Mia chimed in.
"But Mia..."
"I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum." said Lamha who directly out of the room left her husband who prefers to be with other women.
"Rone! follow her! drive home!" tell Mr. El who is worried because Lamha's mood is not good.
After Ron left, Mia demanded an explanation from Mr. El. Mr. El explains everything, the reason why he married Lamha is solely for the sake of baby A.
"You should talk to me about honey!!" mia said sulking.
"I was upset with you at the time, Mia, because you didn't want to get married. The situation is also an emergency." explained Mr. El.
"okay! when are you going to divorce her?" ask Mia.
"I can't divorce her Mia. Baby A needs him" said Mr. El.
"really? just because of baby A, isn't it because you're already in love with her?" todong Mia's.
"No! I can't possibly like her Mia! he's not my type! you know me and him differently, we're not at the same level" said Mr. El trying to avoid his own feelings. Mia smiled with satisfaction upon hearing Mr. El's reply.
"When are you going to marry me?" ask Mia.
"Fastly." replied Mr. El.
While behind the door, Lamha was crying because she heard her husband's words that hurt her feelings. Yes, Lamha came back again when she remembered the lunchbox she had not given to Mr. El. Although it had fallen, but the food inside is still intact and can still be eaten. Lamha was very worried that Mr. El had forgotten his lunch, and ended up getting sick. But what he was worried about was actually hugging another woman.
"Mrs. em" Ron went awry and was confused. But clearly at the moment he was very sorry for his boss' wife.
"It's okay Ron. Please give this to Mr. El. I'm going home with the driver alone." Lamha said in a trembling voice.
"But I was told to take you home madam. The driver was gone" replied Ron.
"No need, I just take a taxi home if the driver is gone." declined Lamha.
"But..."
"It's okay. Assalamualaikum." pamit Lamha.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Ron who was staring at Lamha's departure which was getting away from his sight.
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