It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
The Man Who Kept Many Mysteries

It's not my fault, it's Beautiful Reunion Part 44

By Sept

"Rio, you promised me, right?" Dance reminded Rio back.

"We're all grown up together, Dance. And we are also not being bound by any relationship," Rio said with a conscious state as usual.

Dance shook her head, "No ... Rio. This is not true."

Dance obviously refused, she so remembered the woman who came to Rio's house the other day. Come with the child, whether Rio's child is not. It could be that if Rio was bored with it, later he would also experience the same thing. So firmly Tari refused Rio's invitation to check-in.

"Sorry, Rio .. I can't."

Rio took a long breath. Dance is really a woman who is difficult to sleep with. From the era is still plain, minimal make up, until se glowing, really difficult to conquer. But that's what challenges. If it was easy to sleep from the beginning, he would have given up. Won't be chasing Dance like this.

The car drove away from the hotel area, the two eventually stopped by her mother's house. There the future-in-law welcomed warmly. Maybe because Rio's a lot of pluses. Rich and plus, keep looking good. So which camer doesn't like it?

Though everyone must have a good and bad side, it just so happens that what is seen at this time is only the good of Rio. New looks fine, ugly still hidden very neat.

When Tari prepared a drink in the kitchen, her mother followed, then asked about her granddaughter.

"How's dibel?"

Dance shook her head.

"There's still the same God family, ma'am. They do not allow and do not give access to Tari to meet Ibel," said Tari.

"Basically, why so selfish? Ibel, did you give birth?"

Dance just shut up, this is divorce. The victim is always a child. Moreover, her ex-husband's family hates Dance very much now. Ibel was definitely hidden. Not to mention the God who suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Since that event, such a God did not exist in this world. Even the number is inactive. And the man's social media was frozen. Where the hell is he? Sometimes Dance is suspicious of one person, who else if not Rio. Because that guy can do anything.

"Already, Ma'am ... Dance is tired too. Dance had even waited all day at her mother's house. But they don't want to open the door. And Ibel wasn't there either."

"Jeez Dance, Mother's granddaughter ..."

The risk of divorce, Tari hard to meet his son. Ex-husband's family is limiting. Everything is selfish, selfish, not thinking about the growth and development of little Ibel.

***

"Hows it? Good Mom's cooking?"

Rio nodded, he ate camer's cooking. Although it does not fit the taste of his tongue.

Dance then try, and it feels spicy.

"Book?" ask her mother, Tari.

"Sir, Mum. It's still safe level" Rio said.

Coming home from the camer house, Rio had to go back and forth to the bathroom. The man had his stomach washed, so he had to go back and forth until the glue.

"If you can't eat spicy, don't eat it," said Tari while folding her hands in front of Rio who is KO.

"It's usually okay. It's not good either, your mother's offended I don't eat."

"That's not the concept, it's the same as you hurt yourself" Tari grumbled.

Although her stomach hurt, Rio instead smiled. The dance is now starting to melt, not awkward anymore. Even pinter nagged like a mother-mom. For some reason, Rio actually likes to be scolded like that.

"How now? Another cure?"

"No, and drink a lot. What am I sick of?"

"Tomorrow to eat spit again, huh?" sindir Dance.

"Of course, if you cook .. whatever it is I will eat" said Rio. Tombal, Dance doesn't believe. PRETT'S!

"You go where ... here, accompany me," Rio said as he saw that Dance turned around was leaving.

Dance also rests on the bagu field, the shoulder that makes her feel comfortable, although sometimes contains mystery.

"Rome ..."

"Hem."

"I miss Ibel."

Rio was silent for a moment.

"Do you want me to take Ibel by force with my people?"

Dance immediately shook her head.

"Don't! Ibel Trauma. Never mind, may Ibel meet and be with us again."

Rio was just silent, with a meaningful gaze.

***

In an old barn, a man was tied up with a bruised face.