It's not my fault, Lovely Reunion
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It's Not My fault, Beautiful Reunion Part 5

By Sept

The god came out of the room with a face. Next month he will be transferred to the headquarters. He said it was because of the God's excellent performance all along. Like a shooting star, his career shot up by leaps and bounds.

No matter for a while he will settle in Singapore. The important thing is that his career is shining.

***

The good news was first conveyed to the mother, not to the wife who accompanied the God all this time.

The mother was obviously very happy, as her son was getting more and more successful.

"So you'll take your wife's child?"

"No, Ma."

"Good," said the mother, who looked happy. Maybe because it can't be far from Ibel.

"Then how did Dance respond?"

I haven't told you."

"Oh."

"But mother don't worry, Dance is not a spoiled woman who likes to follow me," said the God confidently.

"Mom is up to you."

"Doain the Gods, ma'am."

"Sure!"

The god then gives a thick envelope to his mother, then leaves home.

The man looked very devoted to his mother. You could say, the Gods are most loyal to women. Especially the women out there. Beautiful widows who worry.

While driving the car to his house, God called someone. And told the man that he was going to Singapore.

"No longer?" ask the woman on the phone in a spoiled tone, like asking to be carded.

"Lumayan, we can rent an apartment there."

"Really beb? Oh my goodness .. thank you for showing up. Muacch!"

The god smiled amusedly.

"Yes, I hung up. It's coming home."

"Yes, my dear."

Tut tut Tut

The god glanced at his phone for a moment, then focused on the path in front of him.

***

"Mr ..."

Ibel is beautiful, sweet and fragrant. The boy's always sticky when the papa comes home. Meanwhile, Tari looked gloomy. Perhaps thinking of the words of Mia, her best friend.

"You why? Bengong since then?" ask God.

"It's okay," said Tari then went into the back.

"What's wrong with her? His face was tangled like laundry had not been ironed," muttered the Gods then playing with Ibel.

Ibel then asked HP, as usual he asked to see a cartoon video or children's singing. Ibel's ipad is dead because of lowbat. Finally, God lent him his cell phone.

When Dance returned, the gods were about to take a bath.

"This ... take care of Ibel first. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Hem."

"Replace this first, dear. Mama pinjem."

Ibel who knew nothing, he too just complied. And the dance began to end, the HP mumpung the husband is still open.

He then seeks a final call in WA. There was a call from the mother-in-law, sister-in-law and another number with a suspicious name. And the duration of the call was more than 10 minutes. If business partners make sure to talk directly, talk as necessary.

Curious dance, start checking call history longer. And the number came back. It was like talking to her husband routinely. Or God forgot hasn't deleted all call history.

Curious, Dari immediately called the number with his cellphone. While Ibel, he gave me another toy.

"Hallo, who is this?"

Sounds like a singer.

"Hallo .. Don't fad ya."

Dance hung up the phone. On God's phone, the name listed earlier was Haris, but why was his voice so soft and mushy?

Afraid that her husband had finished bathing, and afraid of being discovered. Rush Dance put down the god's cell phone.

***

At night, the gods will sleep. However, as the two lay down, the Deity said something that made Dari startled as well as stunned.

"Why sudden?"

"How do you look unhappy? Successful husbands should be you too!" chirps God.

"It's not so, Mom. So what about us?"

"You stay here, I work!" said the God who started cold and no sweetness.

Seeing the situation that is not conducive, and if it continues to be a debate, Dance also relented. Let it be, he's following the game of God.

***

Somewhere else.

"Sir Rio, why was he transferred? It seems like there are still a lot of people who are more deserving," said Rio's secretary.

"Just do as you're told."

Rio stood staring at the night view from his tall building. The man folded his hands, his gaze straight and sharp forward.

Rio closed his eyes deeply, then the shadow of a fat little boy sitting in front of a shop appeared in his eye peluk.

"Outside the drizzle .. let's go in," said the little boy with a slanted bangs and a sweet smile.

Little rio shook his head. The little girl then approached Rio, then touched the bruised face of Rio. Immediately Rio brushed off the hand.

The little girl added glaring, looking at Rio's blue-blue arm.

"Mother .... Mama!"

He ran to call his mother. The mothers came out of the shophouse, then were shocked. It seems little Rio was tortured. I don't know by whom.

The little girl also started to be friends with Rio, until adulthood, until now. Until little Rio became a successful person and that little girl who now looked pitiful.

Rio who was dissolved in the memories of the past, instantly came to a realization. Then clasped his phone, where there was a photo of the beautiful girl with the sweetest smile.

"She doesn't deserve you .. I might be a little late."

Rio then turned around, put on a suit then walked out of the room.

Battling the treasure, it actually made Rio lonely. He missed the family warmth he never had before.

Along the way to the luxurious residence, Rio's gaze looked blank. The driver finally said they had arrived.

Sleep alone, eat alone, whatever. Making Rio saturated.

***

A few days after the departure of the Gods to Singapore. Rio also started to act. What was the first thing Rio did to get his goal? Separating the Gods and Dance.