"And you remember, when I was in the toilet, you poured sewage water on me. Which made my only uniform wet. Because I didn't have a change of uniform, I couldn't go to school the next day even though it was semester exam time. And many more, you've done so much more for me, Mir! Especially yesterday, when you were so mean, and heartless, without even the slightest mercy. As if, my death was the thing that satisfied you. And you thought, after all that, what will I feel for you? And do you think after all that I will easily forgive you? Your dream!"
"Met—"
"I should have called the police right now, to let the police know that I've found you right now. But I think it's very easy for your life. So now it's like this..." Meta's words stopped, then she opened her car door, took her shopping bag, and threw it at Almira. "Let's just say it's my kindness. Because I feel quite sad to see you don't wear panties like that. Why? What's wrong with your clothes? Have you been raped? Or people rotated? Tsk! Poor," said Meta again.
After saying that she immediately got into the car and then sped away. She cried silently, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. As seen from the rearview mirror, Almira seemed still standing there frozen. Holding the bag without intending to open it, then she walked back. Running without stopping at all. Meta's heart was sad, she couldn't bear to see the sight, but she also couldn't forget all the crimes that Almira had committed. While still hesitating, Meta finally drove her car quickly, and then she sped away.
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On the other hand, Yoga looks busy with his paperwork, but occasionally he glances at the cell phone beside his work. In fact, there was no reply from his wife. In fact, he had sent her several messages. After taking a deep breath for the umpteenth time, Yoga again busied himself with the documents in front of him.
"Can I help you sir?" asked Mr. Cipto who seemed to have caught the restless mood of his boss.
Yoga was about to say something, but he fell silent again. He was busy with his documents again, but suddenly he closed the document in plain view. Today Meta came to the office with his own car, especially Yoga also really understands how his wife's driving skills are. Is his wife, okay? Has his wife arrived home yet? It really makes Yoga uneasy.
"Mr. Cipto, tell our employees that the meeting has been postponed for another hour. Oh yes, prepare a room as usual here for Tita," he said, getting up from his seat, taking his cell phone then he stepped out of his room.