A Cup of Black Coffee

Chapter 83

Farah was relaxing in her backyard.

Many times he sighed while reading the message Sarah sent him.

Moreover, his words were very spicy piercing. Intentions wanted to ignore but suddenly he was always curious about what his cousin wanted to reveal.

Farah's long breaths were done to relieve tightness in the chest while reading Sarah's last message saying she was very heartless.

"why darling?" sapa Ragil who noticed the wife when she was about to approach earlier.

"Biasalah," answered Farah lazily.

Ragil chuckled and handed over a glass of juice to his wife.

He greeted the baby by rubbing his wife's stomach.

"Dede dizzy ya ngadepin a sweet mother from earlier?" said Ragil who responded to Farah's clap on his shoulder.

"What the hell Mas! It's not like that," Farah grumbled.

"What is this about you? Sarah again? I told you, just block the number, you say," Ragil said.

Farah sighed, she blocked Sarah, in fact her cousin could send her a message through a new number.

"Who the hell is giving me my number!" moaning Farah.

Farah does have a new number in addition to her old number. But it seems Sarah is back to know her new number, out of whom.

"Do you want to find out who leaked your number to Sarah?" ragil Tawal.

"No need, anyway I know how Sarah is. Maybe it's not the guy who knows my number who told him. He could have also stolen my number from one of them" he explained.

"Yes, ignore his message. If you continue to be affected by the same messages from Sarah, then forced Mas will keep your phone away," threatened Ragil.

"That's it! My entertainment what dong, do not Mas," whined Farah spoiled.

"Yes Abis wants to do it again. You always want to read Sarah's message, but it's clear that reading must be sad and hurt. You don't want to beat me up, but all for the good of our child. Don't you love the same grandpa?" cecar Ragil's.

Farah looked down, she knew the words of the husband for the good of her young pregnant self.

The age of pregnancy that is still ranging makes the husband worried because the development of their baby is still lacking, although only a little.

"I'm sorry, ma'am" replied Farah.

Ragil who could not bear then hugged the wife. Not to want to hurt or give more burden to his wife.

But he runs out of sense to keep Farah out of Sarah's reach.

Police reporting efforts at that time were also not as smooth as their intentions.

Because the accident was mild and not planned, Sarah could pitch free with a security deposit.

Then what else can he do to keep Sarah away from his wife.

Fired by their in-laws, too. But there was a gap for Sarah to hurt Farah, even if only through words.

"You know, you want to ignore him, try. Don't be influenced just ignore as much as you can. Can you?" pinta Ragil is firm.

Farah nodded in her husband's arms. She knew her husband wanted to protect her.

But pregnancy hormones make her always want to find out what Sarah wants.

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In a restaurant, there was Hulya who was meeting a wealthy couple who wanted to propose her to become a third wife.

Fathur with his first wife, Mala. Hulya was actually reluctant to meet the two people because she knew what they wanted to discuss.

But the request of the father who begged him to make it melt and return to follow the wishes of Afdhal.

The woman wearing the same clothes as him spoke softly.

Hulya was a little surprised by the woman's appearance, because there was not the slightest hint of hatred from her.

Strange, so thought Hulya. For everywhere the wife will refuse if her husband wants polygamy but not with Mala.

The woman he could call aunt asked her husband to marry her.

I don't know what their purpose is, but Hulya was really worried.

His life was a little calmer now. He managed to reconcile with himself.

No longer violate destiny because it is all his fault. She was just trying to improve herself and take good care of her special child.

Although he still depends on the gifts of his parents. But little by little Hulya can return to making money by selling Muslim clothes on her social media.

"I'm good Mom," replied Hulya reluctantly to mince words asking them back.

Mala smiled, she knew Hulya's unwillingness to meet them. But he was happy, at least Hulya was willing to fulfill their invitation.

"I'm sorry if you've ordered the food first, I hope Hulya is happy with the dish" Mala bargained so they can have lunch first.

Honestly, Hulya had been swallowing her saliva since she had not been able to eat in a fancy restaurant like this for so long.

This restaurant is also her favorite restaurant. Moreover, Mala ordered her favorite food. Whether it's coincidence or not Hulya doesn't care.

For him right now he wanted to immediately fill his stomach with that delicious meal.

"Let's eat first! Later keburu adem will not be delicious," said Mala while preparing food for her husband.

They ate in silence, only occasionally Mala asked the taste of the food there to Hulya.

After lunch, Mala then invited Hulya to sit in the backyard of the restaurant so that she could relax while talking.

"How did Hulya, what was our proposal Hulya had thought of?" ask Mala directly.

Hulya looked down inside. He had already refused to the father, is it possible that the married couple wanted a direct answer from him? Think Hulya.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't" said Hulya still not dare to look at the woman before her.

The calm and charismatic carrying of Mala made Hulya feel dwarfed. Mala was like a descendant of nobility, according to Hulya.

"May we know why?" ask Mala gently.

Fathur chose silence since then because he really wanted the wife who talked to Hulya.

Hulya bit her inner lips at a loss as to what she should answer.

Saying that Fathur was too old for him would only hurt their hearts and might consider Hulya insulting Fathur.

Although it still looks dashing in his old age, it can be said Fathur is a figure of a handsome sugar dady who must still be sought by young women who need his money.

But not himself. He didn't want Fathur's treasure, but maybe his father and brother.

"I don't want to be a third wife" Hulya replied.

He no longer knew what to answer, so be such an answer that came out of his mouth.

"Thus ... Hulya wants to be Mas Fathur's only wife?" mala asked who made Hulya look up for a moment.

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Tbc