Indra was again startled by the vibration of the mobile phone from inside his trouser pocket, he suddenly scrambled and reached into his trouser pocket to take out the mobile phone. His gaze suddenly narrowed when he saw a row of numbers and a line of letters that formed a name that was very familiar to him.

"Tsk! Who's calling? It's a nuisance," Sonia said with pursed lips.

Indra narrowed his gaze, showing his dislike for Sonia's behavior. behavior. Therefore, Sonia was certainly uncomfortable with Indra's gaze,whichwhich seemed to warn her.

At that, Sonia then waved her hand as if she didn't want to bother, "Okay, sorry. I'll shut up and let you pick up the damn phone."

Indra remained silent and ignored the woman's diatribe, she began to focus on the phone screen before finally sliding the button to start the chat.

"Yes, Dinda. What's wrong-" Before she could finish her question, Indra was startled by Dinda's alarming voice.

Indra then gasped as she knitted her eyebrows. "What!?"

For a moment, the man turned his head towards Sonia, who appeared to be sitting on the sofa while casting a sweet look at him. Then,  in an instant, Indra turned his face back as he spluttered.

"Alright, I'll be right back. You wait there and calm yourself."

Pip

Indra disconnected the phone again and let out a long sigh. He was surprised by the situation, which was so complicated at the moment.

"Where are you going?" asked Sonia, who was unknowingly behind her. "Don't tell me you're leaving again."

The woman's face turned grim, there was no longer the sweet smile that teased her like a moment ago, even though the woman still linked her grip toto the arm of her former lover, who was now another woman's husband.

Ignoring her actions, Indra replied, "I'm leaving. Dinda needs me."

Indra also unlinked Sonia's hand from his arm, not caring about the disappointment that the woman was now showing. Sonia swiftly pulled the man's arm back.

"No! You just arrived, and you promised to do everything I want," she squeaked adamantly.

Seeing this then made Indra even more annoyed. He swatted Sonia's hand away to get away, then glared at the woman who had once ruled his heart a few years ago.

"I have to go. Hasn't your wish been fulfilled? I've been here and wasted time with you; now I have to go back to my place with my wife."

Bathump!

Sonia suddenly gasped at this revelation. She knew that Indra was already the husband of another woman, even though it was only a contract marriage, but Indra's behavior showed that they were serious about the relationship.

Sonia was outraged at once! Her hands were clenched into perfect fists, cursing the situation that was suffocating her chest.

"But, Indra-"

Her speech was interrupted again when Indra raised herher hand. "One more thing, next time you make a request, please think first. Don't just because you're in control, you can do whatever you want," he emphasized. "Remember, Sonia, there are limits, especially between us who are no longer in control. I'm leaving."

The man walked away, quickening his pace, leaving Sonia still frozen in place as she stared at the back of the man who was now walking away from her.

Yes! Sonia's gaze was truly piercing, with her fists tightening and and her chest rumbling with emotion.

"Shit!"

***

Ding, dong!

"Indra? Has he arrived yet?" she asked, getting up from her seat.

She rushed confidently to the door, certain that the figure at the door was Indra, her husband.

Dinda straightened herself up and raised her lips into a smile, then started to unlock and turn the door knob, only to find.

"Papa?"

Dinda gasped! She found She found that her guess was wrong; she had actually thought it was Indra who had arrived before her father.

Seeing Dinda's strange behavior certainly managed to make Anggoro feel surprised and curious. For a moment, the middle-aged man squinted his gaze, scrutinizing the look of surprise on his daughter's face at his arrival.

"Why are you reacting like that? You don't like Papa coming here?" asked Anggoro, still watching Dinda's face.

Dinda immediately blinked her eyes, trying to control herself and her feelings.

"Nothing, Pa. How could I do that?? I'm actually happy that Papa still makes time to meet me even though Papi is busy," Dinda explained.

Although the answer sounded convincing, it still made Anggoro feel surprised, even the frown that never faded was a sign that the man still held his curiosity.

"Shit! Where's Indra? I thought it was Indra, that's why I'm surprised that Papa came first," he muttered to himself.

Dinda fell silent, realizing that her father was suspicious of her strange behavior. behavior. She quickly racked her brains to control the tense situation.

"Ehm, let's go in first, Pa," Dinda asked, trying to shift the focus.

Anggoro sighed, as if deciding to give in and not prolong the strange behavior that made him a little uncomfortable.

Without saying anything else, Anggoro walked into the apartment with Dinda following behind him. The man then swept his gaze across the spacious apartment, his slightly narrowed gaze, of course, made Dinda start to feel anxious because the man seemed unable to find something he was looking for.

"What would Papa like to drink, tea or coffee?" offered Dinda, trying to break the ice after Anggoro finally sat down quietly in the living room, although his gaze was still scrutinizing every corner of the room.

"Anything," he replied briefly.

Dinda smiled and said, "Okay! Dinda goes to the back first, Papa. "

"Where's your husband? Why does this place feel lonely?"

Bathump!

Dinda, who was about to go to the kitchen, immediately stopped, and right at that moment, her heart beat again. She really didn't expect that her father would be so quick to question Indra's whereabouts.

The fact that Dinda did not immediately answer his question made Anggoro's suspicions grow. His eyes narrowed as if he were guessing the contents of his daughter's mind.

"Is she out? And left you alone like this? On your first night?" Anggoro suddenly pressed Dinda with several questions.

Of course, it made the tension Dinda felt even greater, indeed, the woman felt very cornered. She certainly couldn't blame anyone because her decision to let Indra go was her own, despite Indra's initial opposition.

And now? Dinda was trapped by her own decision. She was very confused about what answer she should give to her father.

"Dinda?"

The single call succeeded in breaking Dinda's reverie. She looked up at her father, trying to control herself, even though the trembling in her body was inevitable.