Where is your stepbrother?

"But Sir, sorry again if I ask. Make my knowledge in the future too, hehe." Irwan looked doubtful but he was still curious.

"Did you love your own sisther-in-law when you got married? And your sisther-in-law, does she also love you?"

Mr. Doni burst out laughing.

Then suddenly, Salsa came down the stairs. The three glanced at the arrival of Salsa.

But, the lecturer still continued his conversation. His wife's arrival did not affect him.

"Yes, of course not, when I love my own sister-in-law, right? But as time went by, they sailed the household together, slowly the love emerged. It felt like my wife, her sister, she … seemed to be incarnated. Household is different from dating, if you are in a relationship the ambition is bigger, but letting go is also easier. However, if we are married … ambition is reduced, we will always be sincere if we are with the right person and it is very difficult to let go, and one of the bonuses is worship. I also once asked if my wife—Salsa if she objected or not, but she said she didn't mind marrying me until finally yes … until now. We live together and my wife is pregnant."

Salsa approached them, her face looked very doubtful.

There's a sense of shame dealing with an ex she's decided on one-sidedly.

"Pregnant?" mumbled Irwan slowly.

"Well, congrats Sir. Surely the child if the boy is handsome, if the girl is beautiful," said Arsya, interceding so that Irwan's very pale face could be distracted.

Seeing that his wife seemed to have a need for him, Mr. Doni asked, "what's wrong?"

"There's a phone upstairs," said Salsa.

"From?"

"From Mr. Wildan, he said it was important."

The lecturer looked at the two young men and said goodbye to pick up the important phone and asked Salsa to chat with them.

After Mr. Doni left, Salsa sat down. Irwan and Arsya saw it. Salsa didn't dare to look at them and held her own hand.

Irwan also ventured to say what he wanted to convey to Salsa.

"Sal, I finally know your reasoning. The reason you prefer Mr. Doni, right? Hmmm, he is indeed an educated person, rich, kind, distant from me. But why didn't you tell us and didn't invite us to your wedding? Won't you think of us as friends anymore?" Irwan looked at Salsa closely, even though he had no more hope for him.

But… somehow the memory of the past seemed to rush in unison, a feeling that was hard to define.

Even though Salsa left him unilaterally, Irwan still had some feelings for him.

Although now the rest is only for Intan whose whereabouts are not clear.

Salsa then raised her face, they both looked at each other and Arsya just kept quiet and turned her gaze elsewhere.

So the conge goats ( be a stalker goat) among them had always been normal for him, but in the current situation it felt very scary.

His business is not only with the two of them alone, but with respected lecturers on campus.

Afraid that Irwan would come to take Salsa from him and Arsya would be their way back.

"Sorry, Irwan. Back then … I also had no other choice. My parents forced me to marry my own brother's husband, because he is a person who has contributed to our family. He also bears the cost of schooling, college for my brothers and sisters. I don't dare tell you the truth, that's why I'd better disappear and just dump you. It's really hard, Irwan." Salsa cries.

It is difficult for women to stop their tears from spilling out.

"Wan, let's not talk about it. At least you already know, poor Salsa!" Arsya tapped his friend's shoulder.

Seeing Salsa cry, Irwan and Arsya were honestly not strong.

Irwan chuckled, a laugh shrouded in sadness.

"If only you were honest, Sal. Maybe… things wouldn't have happened. Just so you know how broken I was at that time. In a long period of time, I couldn't even love another woman besides you until a woman came into my life but she didn't approve of me. But yeah, it's too late. Good luck to you, Sal." Irwan stood up, tilted his face up so that his tears wouldn't fall.

Apparently, reminiscing about the past is still painful.

"Me, go out first. Sorry." Irwan walked away.

Salsa couldn't prevent it, Arsya, who wanted to prevent it, hesitated because it would definitely be a commotion in her lecturer's house.

However, it turned out that Arsya had just realized that her lecturer—Pak Doni was watching them.

Pak Doni was standing on the stairs and watching Irwan leave. Arsya immediately stood up in shock.

"Sir, sorry this …." Arsya was very scared to see her lecturer who was still watching Irwan's steps towards the exit.

Salsa was just as surprised when she saw Arsya standing. Salsa looked back, to where her husband was standing.

"Abi ...," Salsa whispered, also afraid that her husband would be angry later.

"Stop, Irwan!" he said so loudly.

Irwan's steps immediately stopped, he also knew that it was Mr. Doni who called him.

But, he was not afraid because his arrival was already too late.

After all, Irwan had no intention of returning to Salsa.

He just wanted to know the real reason, even though it had been a very long time.

Mr. Doni also descended the stairs which were only a few steps away, while Irwan also turned his body.

Salsa and Arsya, who were also both tense, looked restless.

Moreover, Arsya, a situation like this is very risky for her.

He will never know the decision of his own lecturer, especially Mr. Doni is a highly respected senior lecturer on campus.

It's possible that Arsya's lecture history ended because of Irwan.

Arsya also poked at Salsa, asking her a question, 'what should we do?' but not with words, just a hint of big round eyes and a worried face, half pale.

But Salsa also can not do anything.

She herself was confused.

Salsa respects her husband very much, and when she is in this condition she can't think straight, let alone force her husband to act according to what he asks.

Her husband's position was indeed higher, especially since his initial status was his own brother-in-law.

Salsa was still awkward to prevent what her husband wanted to do.

Will he be furious at Irwan?

On Salsa? Or was it just Arsya because she had lied? Who know, they both don't know.

***

TUTTTTT TUUTTTTTTTTTT TUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT….

Raditz's cell phone vibrates. Then he saw it was a phone call from his own mother.

Radit immediately picked it up, Nia's voice was very low.

Radit already knew that Nia had deliberately called him in a low voice so that no one would eavesdrop on their conversation, including his stepfather—Hendawan.

"Honey, mama's boy … how was your first job?" Nia asked, sounding happy.

Radit guessed, his mother while asking must be smiling broadly.

"Okay Ma," replied Radit, "Radit wants to go home now, that's it, Ma. We'll talk at home later. Bye, Mom." When Radit wanted to turn off his cellphone, Nia's voice hardened.

"Wait Radit! Mom hasn't finished talking yet. You can't just play it shut."

Radit widened his eyes, he was still annoyed with his mother's increasingly ambitious attitude.

"Yeah, what's wrong mom?" asked Radit weakly to simply answer his own mother.

"Where is your stepbrother? Arsya? Did he go outside again?"

Radit was nervous, did he have to be honest? But… even if you lie, you will be at risk.

What if her mother asks Arsya and wants to chat with him?

Does Radit have to say Arsya is working overtime?

But what if it turns out that Arsya came home earlier than him and she was asked by Nia when she got home? Radit confused himself.

Because she never got an answer from her own child, Nia laughed. Typical laughter that describes victory.

"You don't need to hide anything from Mama. Mama already knows that Arsya went out with Irwan, right?"