She's my Ex-husband
55 DMS

Miss Dirga and Elgar waved at Saga who was in the car. Because this morning there was a meeting, Elgar could not take Saga home, and Renolah had to drive him.

"El, mama wants to talk." Said Ms. Dirga when the car carrying Saga was out of the yard. Actually Elgar wanted to go back inside and get ready for the office, but there was no way he would refuse his mother's invitation. He nodded then followed his mother towards the seat that was on the terrace.

"Is there a problem?" Last night while saying goodbye, Miss Dirga saw Mila's red eyes as if she had cried. Plus this morning at breakfast Elgar looks moody. Though usually if there is a Saga, Elgar must be excited.

"You got a problem with Mila?"

Elgar sighed, hesitating to say it or not.

"Just the same mom."

Maybe he should be honest with his mom. This problem must be immediately sought a solution if you do not want Mila to delay the marriage.

"Emmm....Mila..."

"When why?"

Elgar scratched his head. He hesitated to say about Mila's wishes.

"Mila's sister studied S2 abroad Ma."

"Then?"

"One more year her sister graduated and returned to Jakarta. After we got married, Mila wanted to stay in her house to accompany her mother."

Mom Dirga's face immediately looked disappointed.

"Just until her sister comes home."

Miss Dirga just flinching. Does this mean that Elgar will leave him too? This was inversely proportional to his expectations. Though he had imagined that this big house would be crowded if Saga and Mila lived here. Not to mention that Elgar and Mila have another child.

Elgar got up from his seat, approached his mother and knelt before him. He put his head in the lap of his mother.

Ms. Dirga stroked Elgar's head gently. "Mom don't mind if you'll stay there for a while." For Elgar's happiness, he suppressed his ego. It's enough he's seen Elgar suffer these seven years. And this time, he just wants Elgar to be happy.

"Mama sure?" Elgar raised his head and looked at his mother.

"Mama is old. Nothing else you want to see except the happiness of your children and grandchildren." Ms. Dirga's eyes are glassy. Elgar knew his mother must have been heavy to let go.

"Thank you Ma." Elgar grabbed his mother's hands and kissed her. "Elgar promised, every weekend, Elgar and family would stay here. And once Miko gets back to Jakarta, we'll move here soon."

"That's better." Ms. Dirga smelled a smile. He no longer wants to be as selfish as he used to be. He knows what Elgar wants to do to marry Mila. Now the most important thing is their marriage, other matters are better left aside.

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After the meeting, Elgar immediately picked up Saga at school. Take him out to lunch and drive him home. Arriving home, Elgar saw Mila who was busy packing things. The woman sat down in the living room with some items that looked ready to be packed.

"Wahhh, there's been a lot of interest." Elgar was still at the door.

"Assalamualaikum Mama." Saga said hello and kissed her mother's hand.

"Waalaikum my mother's good-greetings." Mila kissed Saga on the forehead and then told her son to come in for a change of clothes.

While Elgar, the man approached Mila and sat down next to her.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, it's almost done." Mila said with eyes and hands that remain focused on packing goods.

"If it has started rame, try to produce your own clothes. Make your own brand more profitable."

"I'm not good at designing."

"Not smart, but not smart. If there is interest, it can be if you learn."

Actually Mila also thought of wanting to produce children's clothes themselves. But not brave because it takes a big capital and he still has to learn again.

"Don't think about it first. The important thing is to think about our marriage getting closer."

Mila looked at Elgar. Last night he couldn't sleep because of housing problems after they got married.

"Think what?" Elgar grabs Mila's hand, rubs the application ring that day she pinned on Mila's sweet day and kisses her.

Mila did not answer, she was sure Elgar knew what was on her head at this time.

"We'll stay here after we get married."

Mila turned to Elgar as soon as she heard the man's words. Looking at the smiling Elgar, there seemed to be no problem.

"Mama agreed."

Mila immediately smiled with relief. Elgar kept his promise, he found a solution this fast. Regretting yesterday he was angry with Elgar and said he was selfish.

"I'm sorry that yesterday I was angry with you."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing because yesterday was selfish."

"What is your mother, healthy?"

"It's better, but it's still resting in the room."

Saga suddenly appeared from the inside, making Mila hurriedly pull her hand from Elgar's grasp. In her home clothes, Saga approached her papa mama while dragging a basket filled with toys.

"Bah, play yuk."

"Yuk." Elgar answered while observing one by one the Saga toys. Everything looks good and expensive.

"Your mother bought it" said Mila.

The saga takes a large box containing three-lane track racing. He wants to get his dad to play hot wheels racing.

Mila went inside to make her drink and grab a snack, while Saga and Elgar were busy assembling track racing. Before long, Mila came up with two glasses of orange juice and cassava chip setoples.

"Cock just two?" Elgar watched the tray that Mila put on the table.

"Make you the same Saga. I'm on a diet, don't drink sweet."

Elgar watched Mila's body. The feeling of his future wife is already slim, want to diet how else?

"I want to be perfect for our wedding. You don't want to, the guests told me that the bride is fat?"

Elgar chuckled while gelding. Are all women like that, always want to look perfect, especially on a special day?

"Let's have a lot of banding to want me to be with Salsa." If you think about it, Mila is insecure. It has become mandatory when someone marries again, surely the bride compared to the former.

"You're the best for me. Don't worry about what people say. Enough of my talk to let me go to heaven." Mila immediately opened her lips to hear Elgar's words.

"Well, really. The wife's paradise is for the husband. If you want to go to heaven, be the wife of sholeha, nurut same husband," continued Elgar.

"Yes, yes, the wife's paradise is with the husband. But the husband's paradise is also in the wife."

Elgar frowned, it felt like he had never heard anything like it.

"Don't believe?" mila Cibir. "Surely the paradise isn't on the wife?"

Elgar kept thinking about Mila's words. Looking at the woman who was holding back a laugh, Elgar immediately understood.

"Heaven't the world you mean?"

Mila's laughter broke instantly. Elgar finally understood.

"Heaven under the belly." Elgar chuckled while Mila glared straight at him while pointing her chin towards Saga. He didn't want Elgar to talk to anything Saga didn't deserve.

"Father." Saga pulls Elgar's arm. "Heaven is under your feet, not under your stomach." In the style of adult pretentious Saga teaches her papa.

"Hahaha.iya, yes dear. Papa said it wrong."

Mila could only shake her head, while Elgar was still laughing while imagining a world paradise that she would soon reach.

Saga finished building track racing, because there are 3 tracks, he invited his mother to play.

"What if the loser gets a penalty?" Cunning brain Elgar suddenly found a prank idea.

"Punished?" Saga asked.

"Yes, the loser gets kissed." Said Elgar while smiling sideways. If it can benefit, why not, the mind.

Mila glared at hearing that.

"I agree." Saga brandished her index finger.

Mila shakes. "Mama doesn't agree."

"From the votes, two to one." Elgar doing tos with Saga. " So his desperation, the loser is kissed."

Mila could only give up and pray that he would win. But if Elgar loses, he still has to kiss Elgar. His position was only safe if Saga were to lose.