
"I'm sorry, sir, Mom and the others. I went first with Klara. Later after I return I will explain everything" Romi told everyone.
Romi walked over to Klara and took her away. They left Ela and the others with questionable gazes.
Budi approached his daughter.
"Mom don't ask me anything just yet.I beg you. I don't know what's going on with Mas Romi and that woman. Sorry, I went back to my room, Mom. I want to be alone" Pamit Ela.
Father and Mother Budi looked worried about Ela's situation. Actually they are very sure that Romi is now really repenting but what is in the past of his prospective daughter-in-law can not be forgotten.
They do not want to think negatively before everything is clear. They can only pray, may there be nothing - what and may the marriage of their youngest daughter smooth and no more problems with Romi's past.
Romi and Klara were in the car. The hotel car that Aril borrowed on the recommendation of his future father-in-law.
"Now you can tell me, what exactly happened to Klara?" ask Romi.
"A. I ran away from my parents' house Rom. My mother forbade me to marry a common man. Though I already have children" Klara said while crying and still holding her child.
"So you're married?" ask Romi.
Klara nodded her head.
"I got married a year ago. When I was pregnant, my parents forced me to stay with them because they saw my hard life in their eyes and held me back because I was pregnant. After I gave birth I couldn't break up with my husband. I ran away from my parents' house" Klara said.
"Where is your husband right now?" ask Romi.
"That's Rom, I came to my rented house when I was living with my husband. But they said my husband had moved" Klara replied.
"So where are we going now?" ask Romi confused.
"Aa. I'm confused Rom" Klara shed her tears.
"Please Kla. think about the steps you will choose. I'm ready to help you anytime. But if without a purpose like this I can not linger - long. You see that woman I was talking to?" ask Romi.
"Yes" Klara said.
"He's my future wife. We're getting married in two months. The one who was with us was my family. I don't want them to think like that. Do you know how my life used to be? There is their trust that I now hold. I don't want to hurt the feelings of the people I love" Romi said confidently.
Klara saw Romi's serious face.
"It turns out you've changed Rom. You really can change because of that woman. Though I know she is not the type of woman that you like" Klara said.
"It's exactly what made me fall in love because she was different from the women I've met. He can make me a better man" Romi replied.
"I'm so happy Rom for your life. May your marriage be good" Klara prayed.
"Aamiin." welcome Romi.
"Eh Rom please take me to my husband's friend's house. I want to ask where my husband is right now" Klara said.
"Alright, then you just show the direction to your husband's friend's house" said Romi.
The car drove towards the intended house and they met the man who became a friend of Klara's husband. Based on the information from the man, they obtained an address that became the residence of Klara's current husband.
Geck.. Geck..
Clare knocked on the door impatiently. Shortly after, the door opened. There was a man who was very surprised to see the arrival of Romi and Klara at that time.
"Mas." call Klara.
"Would you like to come here? You want a divorce from me? It is true, your mother said. You will marry by their choice" the man replied angrily.
"Maaas.it's not what you think. Romi is my friend, he's not the man Mama would have me marry. That's why I ran away from my parents' house" Klara began to cry.
Romi could not bear to see his friend.
"I'm sorry I don't want to interfere in your household affairs. But since I'm already involved here, it feels like there's something I need to explain. I accidentally met Klara at the hotel. He asked for my help to find you. Right what Klara said earlier, me and Klara are just friends. We have no relationship whatsoever. My intention is sincere to help you. Moreover, I see that Klara is currently in trouble while carrying your baby" said Romi.
"Our son? Is this really our baby?" ask the man sad. He started shedding tears.
"Yes, this is our baby" Klara replied.
They hugged each other.
"Thank you for helping my wife and daughter. Sorry that I was rude to you at the beginning" Klara's husband said.
"It's okay, I get it. May your household be happy" replied Romi.
"Rom, thank you for helping me. If you need help, I'm willing to explain to your family and your future wife that our relationship is only a friend" Klara said.
"No need Klara, I can handle it. Then I say yes first. I'm going back to the hotel. I need to see Cishela soon" Romi said.
"Ci.. The cishela? Is your future wife named Cishela Budianto?" ask Klara's husband.
"Well, do you know him?" answer Romi.
"Yes I know him, there are not many girls here named Cishela. That's why I immediately spontaneously asked. Shela was my junior sister back in college. She is very famous for her courage to fight and finish off the campus thugs" Klara's husband said.
Romo smiled hearing the man's story. The girl was indeed a brave man. Romi recalls he had been to the Police Station with his future father-in-law to search for Cici a few years ago. But they did not find her because Cici was gone and at that time the police said that the name of the woman who had just fought against the thugs named Shela.
If only they had met sooner they would have been married by now. Ah but it's all God's destiny. Allah is All-Knowing when the time is right for them to meet and Allah gives a good memory of it in the mind of Romi.
What matters is that in a few months she's getting married to Ela. Suddenly Romi woke up. It was late at night and he had to go back to the hotel. Romi does not want Ela to wait for him at the hotel with a chaotic mind.
It must be that Ela's mind is not calm at the moment. Recalling how suspicious the gaze of Ela and their family was when they saw Klara so close to Romi earlier.
Romi tells Klara and her husband to return to the hotel. With a sense of relief Romi left for the hotel where they were staying.
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