She's my Husband
HE'S MY EX-HUSBAND (He's my husband S2)
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The crowded streets did not dampen the spirit of a young mother to pick up her son. When his partner was removing fatigue and filling the stomach that was rumbling, he chose to drive a car to the school of the son just wayang. Many times he stared at the clock perched on his wrist. Five more minutes. Yeah, five more minutes of her son's class is over, but she's still stuck in traffic.
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Many times he pressed the horn, hoping that the car in front of him would move forward immediately.
"Damn, I'm gonna be late." Keep focusing on the road.
Slowly the car he was driving began to move slowly, until he arrived at the school of the son who had begun to be quiet.
He got out of the car and went into the school. His eyes brushed the school yard to a halt at a handsome boy sitting with a teacher.
"Mama." Shouted the boy while running towards the woman he called the mama and immediately scattered in his arms.
The young mother was named Mila. Single parent with one 6 year old boy. One month ago, he moved from Singapore to Indonesia.
"I'm sorry mommy, I'm late to pick up Saga." He said as he gently rubbed the top of the boy's head named Saga. The boy was very handsome, making anyone who saw never absent to praise him.
"The Mother." The teacher who accompanied Saga.
"Herry is also Miss Naomi. Sorry to make miss have to accompany Saga because I'm late to pick her up." Mila said with a guilty look.
"I'm glad to be able to accompany Saga waiting for her mother." Sahut Miss Naomi while touching Saga's shoulder.
"Mama, today Saga got 5 stars." Show off Saga while showing the star stamp in his hand.
"Wow, mom's son is great. Tos dong first." The two of them immediately did a tos while laughing lightly.
"Where is the development of Miss Saga? I'm afraid he can't blend in with his friend."
"Don't worry Mom. His son saga is brave and friendly. He's kind of sociable. So even though he's a new kid, he can easily blend in with his friend." Miss Naomi brightened up while gently rubbing Saga's head.
"Yes, we go home. Mama should be back at work soon. Pamit used to be Miss Naomi."
Saga kissed the teacher's hand and said hello. Mila said goodbye and immediately took Saga to the car.
The car driven by Mila entered a minimalist residential area and stopped in front of a simple whitewashed house. Viewed from the outside, the house looks beautiful and comfortable. Ms. Rahmi, her grandmother Saga, a hobby of gardening. He turned the small courtyard into a beautiful garden.
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In a mansion, three people were having dinner together in silence. If somewhere else eating together becomes a place to tell each other stories or exchange opinions, but in this house, dinner is just a formality.
Ms. Dirga reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card.
"Say mama's friend, she's a great doctor." Ms. Dirga put a business card on the table, right in front of the daughter-in-law named Salsa. The wife of his only son, Elgar.
Salsa's throat was immediately blocked. He was the one who wanted to swallow the food, so felt the distress. He could read the name of a gynecologist on the name card.
Elgar continued to eat, as if unaffected by what his mother had just said.
"It's been 7 years, until when you have to wait again." There was despair in his words.
Hearing that, Elgar stopped eating.
"We're going to see that doctor."
Elgar's words made Salsa instantly stare at him. It's nothing, she's just shocked to hear her husband wants an obstetrician. For the past 3 years, they are both desperate and no longer want to see a doctor for the momongan program.
"Kalina could try a baby tube." For some time, Miss Dirga proposed it. But each time, Elgar's answer was still the same.
"We still want the natural first."
"Until when, until mom catches up with your dad?" Furious Miss Dirga while putting her spoon.
"Well, don't talk like that." Elgar Sahut.
"I'm done." Salsa picked up a business card on the table and left the dining table just like that to her room.
Elgar put down the spoon and wiped his lips.
"El is done too." Elgar got up from his seat and left Miss Dirga alone at the table. The twilight-aged woman wiped the liquid that melted from the corner of her eye. During these seven years, he felt arid. There was no warmth in her family. He's lonely, Elgar always comes home at night, sometimes not even home. And Salsa too. Frequently traveling abroad and only returning home after days and even up to almost a month.
There was no harmony that he felt. It was only the quiet he felt in old age.