A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 82

Afdhal came to Fathur with Zhafran at his residence.

A luxurious house with two large pillars in white and a car garage containing luxury cars can really describe how rich a Fathur, the coal businessman.

Afdhal was warmly welcomed by the man. Even though they are only five years old. Fathur still looks fit and his good looks when young are still attached.

Zhafran cursed the younger brother—Hulya who actually rejected the rich man.

If she is a woman, then she does not hesitate to accept Fathur as her husband.

To hell with the wife, as long as the material needs are met, for him it does not matter. How thought.

In fact, all Zhafran women thought was money in their brains. Just like his young wife.

"Okay, sorry there is no preparation to welcome Mr. Afdal and Mas Zhafran come here" said Fathur as he greeted the two.

"Sit down, I think there is something important," continued Fathur friendly.

Afdhal smiled stiffly. He then glanced at the son who was also the same as him. The look of confused and anxious faces clearly emanated from their faces.

Fathur is not unaware, only he does not want to be rash in taking a stand.

"Please drink Mr. Afdhal mas Zhafran," bargained Fathur to break the silence that had been created for a moment.

After seeing his guests enjoying his treat. Then Fathur began to ask the intention of the arrival of the two.

"It seems there is something important that Mr Afdhal wants to convey? Because you don't usually father and mas Zhafran come to the house?" ask Fathur kindly.

He was astonished that Afdhal and Zhafran would meet him in the office.

Even the plan to marry Hulya at that time they talked about in the office.

Although I feel there will be important news that I want to convey both. Fathur chose to ask for just a small talk.

"We're here to answer Mr. Fathur's offer problem" Afdhal said carefully.

Afdhal looked at the face of his interlocutor who still looked calm.

Fathur did not answer, he just kept waiting for Afdhal's next words.

Afdhal took a breath, "My daughter refused Sir. Forgive me," continued Afdhal unkindly.

But he hurriedly continued his words. "But I have another daughter who is no less beautiful than Hulya," bargained Afdhal had no heart.

He offered his son like merchandise.

"Who? I know Mr Afdhal has only two children?" ask Fathur pretending not to understand.

Obviously he knew once the depravity of the Afdhal family, just that answering too plainly would only embarrass his guests.

Afdhal smiled stiffly but inevitably he had to be honest with Fathur, somehow the decision of the man, who must have resigned himself.

"The son of my former second wife Mr. Fathur," Afdhal's lie maintains self-esteem.

Although in his heart he was throbbing, there was no way a Fathur did not know his side of life.

Fathur did not smile to mock Afdhal. The man remained calm and nodded in understanding even though he knew this man before him was lying.

"May I know what his son is like?"

For that one problem Fathur didn't lie. He did not know what Saeba looked like another son of Afdhal.

Afdal then handed over a photograph of Saeba and his son.

"He already has a child? Widows too?" asked Fathur while observing the face of ayu and sweet Saeba.

Well-favoured. I thought so Fathur, but still not as pretty as Hulya. He and his first wife wanted Hulya as the third wife of Fathur.

Not without reason, why Fathur asked Hulya to be his wife.

"How about Mr Fathur?" asked Zhafran worriedly.

They seemed to have guessed that Fathur would definitely reject Saeba. No one can match the beauty of Hulya in the eyes of men, as well as the Fathur who they believe desperately wants Hulya.

Fathur sighed, "Sir Afdal certainly knows, it is not only me who chose to make Hulya my third wife. But also for my first wife's choice. So ... I think we should talk about this first" replied Fathur.

Afdhal decays, he already expected Fathur's answer to be like this. He could not force it because it was with the permission of Fathurlah's first wife that the man could marry Hulya.

In Afdhal and Zhafran's heart a little jealous because he saw Fathur was a lucky man who could have many wives.

They were wondering, if only their wives were like the wives of Fathur.

"Okay sir, we can't do much. May your wife accept Saeba" Afdhal replied expectantly.

On the way home Zhafran expressed his curiosity. Why did Fathur's first wife want Hulya to be her husband's third wife.

"Bi, actually brother curious, why is it that Mr. Fathur's wife hopes Hulya becomes his second honey?" hernia.

"Either Abi did not know, hopefully not bad intentions. Abi will certainly keep an eye on your sister's household in the future if she says she wants to be the wife of Mr. Fathur" replied Afdal gamang.

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Azam came home with a carefree heart. When she saw Sarah sitting in the living room of their house, she rushed to the wife.

"Honey, this is a gift for you," he said lightly while peeking at Sarah's cheek.

But unfortunately, Sarah quietly flinch not to return the touch of the husband. Women are disgusted by her husband's behavior.

"Where are you really?" sarah who can no longer calm down.

Azam frowned in wonder, in his heart there was a nervous look at Sarah's change.

"What do you mean, baby? You know this mas is a freelance, after all I said there will be work out of town for two days right?"

"Nih look, the payment," continued Azam while showing his savings balance in his M-Banking.

There is no sparkling facial expression that Sarah usually shows if Azam can make money.

He feels stupid. Indeed, only twice Azam made money from his job as a freelancer.

I don't know what the husband did. All Sarah knows is that Azam helps small business owners calculate their taxes. This job was once brought home by her husband.

Just once, then I don't know the second time what Azam did.

In his heart he was disturbed, whether the husband cheated or even became a bed warmer for lonely women?

Sarah swallowed her saliva. Why did he never think there? But when looking at the photo shared by the mysterious sender, the woman who was with her husband was a young woman.

"You know? I was called by the police and fired from my job! When I need you, it's hard to call! What exactly is your job?!" snapped Sarah.

He was called by the investigators. Sarah could get away with her security deposit.

Because the persecution that happened to Farah did not include serious crimes.

But that's not the problem. He had to quit his job because he was found guilty.

She is now unemployed just like her husband. How will their lives go forward.

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Tbc