Why should he?
Chapter.17 Close the old sheet

Mr. Malik rubbed my cheek gently, his face really showed the same anxiety as Mother, then Bude Lastri, his wife pakde Malik came also to hug me.

Mr. Malik and Bude Lastri did not have a daughter, only two children and all men. One was married to Fauzan and the second was my age, Gibran.

“Ayoo darling?” take Bude Lastri, and once we're at the door, Gibran shows up. He also greeted my grandfather and mother.

Yahya and Fadil are also not allowed to go back to the village tonight, tomorrow morning then they can leave again, they are told to rest in the guest room first. That night after we had dinner, Grandpa started talking seriously.

“Lik, it looks like Nisa will be here long! he said he wanted to find work too, so as not to be unemployed and could help his mother in the village!” pakde.

“No problem sir, even I do not want Nisa back to the village again, the jerk man will definitely continue to disturb him,” said Pakde Malik.

“Udah kek, grandfather calm aja. tomorrow I will take Nisa to my place which has one of the best cafes here, she just opened a branch, and still need a lot of workers.” add Gibran mas

“Serious mas?”

“Iya Nisa. you have calmed down when it comes to work, since you only graduated SMK, so yes working as a waiters only at this time, because you are, later if for example there is work in the factory or warehouse that I will tell you too!” clearly again.

“Yourself work where mas Gibran?”

“I will continue to college Nis, but yes part-time work also in one of the companies, only staff there ,”

“Must remain grateful. whatever his important work is halal!” hatch grandpa. Gibran just nodded his head.

“Iya cake.. You should be able to escape the disgusting events Nis.. I really hate there are men who are as good as it is, because I am not there, if it is not already battered he I made!” mas Gibran said again, it seems that if the look on his face is angry, I have no siblings, only an only child.so my cousin is my protector, mas Fauza and Mas Gibran were sons of Malik's pakde, while Mas Andre and Kak Tiara were sons of Warno's pakde.

“Already mas, I have decided to close all my worn sheets raoat-rapat, please do not remind or force me to open it again. I want to open a new page. ” replied I was full of determination.

“Good darling.. Masya Allah.nya bude doubtful, because many mental tablets of someone who is not strong tested like this, some vent it with suicide, because, there are a lot of news on tv that broadcast the news of his suicide someone caused by a breakup!” sahut bude Lastri's.

“Iya mbak.. I also have the same thoughts, I am very afraid that Nisa Sampek is so reckless.. Thank God my son is strong mbak!” added Mother.

“Sometimes our biggest enemy is yes the people closest to us,” sidelines Malik pack.

True the hell he said, our biggest enemy is the people closest to us, true also said bude Lastri, if there may be some people who are not mentally strong are treated like this, if there are some people who are not mentally strong, Thank God that God still gives me the sanity to think healthily, stupidly saying that I can not live without it, to be willing to stay together despite always eating the heart.

But I'm not that kind of woman, I'd have a fight if I felt it was wrong and went down the line. Although the people in the village said that I could attend the wedding of my ex-husband, but if viewed.. I came to their wedding party because I wanted to make sure Yudi and Desi were legally married officially or religiously. I do not want to be accused of still crying and lamenting the situation made by Yudi, not at all.

The world is still vast, maybe it will take time for me to open my heart again..

At Desi's house

Yudi entered their bridal room, Desi curled her lips in happiness, while Yudi showed a face that was inversely proportional. His face was lethargic not even spirit at all.

“Mas..You happy no?” Yudi stared lazily at Desi who was now starting to take off the jewelry attached to her hair.

“You are crazy Des! this is not our deal!”

“Iya but I love you mas, yes I don't want it. You marry Nisa!” he replied lightly, making Yudi's blood somewhat boil.

“You said we were just satisfying each other, then why did you get pregnant. I'm not sure if it was my son!”

“Jaga talk ya.. only you are the last to touch me, don't shirk responsibility, anyways I'm tired of just being your mistress! while Nisa who enjoys all her,”

Yudi got out of bed and firmly blocked Desi's arm, until the girl grimaced in pain.

“It's a good thing I still often give you money, I touch you also not free! and I still need Nisa as a good mother for my children!”

“Please mas! don't be a hypocrite, if yesterday at the village hall I said even you've touched me very often what your parents would feel, and the girl you love that Nisa!! he'll be disgusted to see you know!” Yudi roughshods her hair, frustrated that her hopes of marrying Nisa did not materialize.

Desi came slowly and approached her husband, now he had changed clothes with a very thin nightgown, his stomach was a little protruding that he did not care anymore.

But because Yudi was upset, he dismissed all Desi's temptations and violently touched them.

“Please mas.. I miss being touched by you!”

“If I am currently married to Nisa, we can still be like Des. because secretly connecting is more challenging, I have no interest in marriage with you!” Yudi replies and he goes to the bathroom.

Desi grunts annoyed, married even her barrier remains one that is Nisa!

Still Nusa is superior to him, even though all the ways he has tried to make all who like Nisa switch on him.

Nisa changed into her usual pajamas and went out of the room to her mother who made Tea in the kitchen.

“Bu.. I want his tea dong. same bread yes if there is. from earlier I have not eaten!”

“This is your bridal night, how are you outside?”