Akad Undereviled

Chapter 15 The Medsos Scandal

The next morning, Arsya woke up to a ringing cell phone that never stopped. Still with eyes reluctant to open, the man picked up a phone call that was already very demanding to be picked up.

"Hello" said Arsya.

Arsya's eyes widened for a moment after hearing what everyone there said. He immediately turned off his phone without saying a word to his interlocutor on the phone.

Forcing her body to get up and open social media to check her manager's words just now. Justright. An angry look was clearly on Arsya's face.

"What the fuck?" Many times Arsya scrolled the flat screen and made him slam his phone into the sofa violently.

"Aarrgghh!"

Alisha who had just finished her prayer was moved to ask when she saw her husband who grabbed his own hair. Seems frustrated.

"What's up, Mom?" asked Alisha who was still sitting on the prayer mat.

Arsya. He realized his wife's whereabouts after getting questions.

"There's nothing!" answer Arsya ketus. The man passed by leaving Alisha to the bathroom.

Alisha can only strengthen her own heart to face the attitude of her husband that she could never have expected. Last night, the man had made Alisha afraid to take Alisha's hijab. Then made Alisha again afraid by bringing her face very close to Alisha's face and after that the man went to ignore Alisha with a sinless laugh.

After clearing her face, Alisha prepared to go to work. Only a thin face that he applied to his face. Just as she was done with her appearance, her husband came out of the bathroom.

Alisha took her bag and walked over to Arsya. "Mas, I'm off to work first, yeah." Alisha extended her hand.

Although forced to, but Arsya replied to him, he let his wife kiss the back of his hand.

"Oh .. Yes, Mas, later after work I want to stop by Pakdhe's house. Can, right?"

"Whatever!"

Although disappointed by Arsya's indifferent answer, Alisha still tried to review the smile. "I've prepared breakfast for Mas Arsya, as well as coffee at the bar."

No response from the man.

"I'm leaving, Mom."

It was common like this for Alisha, so she did not want to think too much about it either.

To be honest, this attitude is in addition to respecting and glorifying the husband as well as to help himself to be free from trauma. He thought if he got used to being close and closer to Arsya would make himself recover from the fear he had been feeling.

It seems, everything is not as easy as the shadow. When he tried to get closer Arsya just indifferent to him.

"Assalamualaikum," said Alisha who did not get an answer from her husband. The man sat back on the sofa where he had just woken up.

Alisha chose to leave. When coming out of the apartment there were some who were staring at him unusually. Alisha tries to ignore her because she feels unfamiliar. In fact, even at work, many friends do the same thing. Looking at Alisha with a strange look. Between dislike and pity.

Ever since the abuse case was made public, Alisha seemed to have gotten used to the skewed gazes of people. Like now when there are friends in a group and suddenly they disperse when they see Alisha coming.

"Why, Al?" asked Ratih Ma'am who saw Alisha pecking at the last rung of stairs.

"Eh, Mrs Ratih, there is nothing, Ma'am. Just think about what was lacking in preparation for the event," replied Alle lying.

"All is ready, right?"

"Everything you asked for is there."

"Yes, let's go."

Today Mrs Ratih invited Alisha to survey the wedding festival venue that Mrs Ratih will follow.

"Come, Ma'am." Alisha slightly shifted her body so that Mbak Ratih could walk first.

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In his apartment Arsya is angry in front of his manager.

"It's all because, lo. Try not to take a job at that time, surely he did not have the opportunity to make a post gaje kayak gini!"

"Udah mad?" Jimmy back jerking.

"Everything will still go as you want if you can nahan lo ego. All the work will remain in your hands and your career will remain on top if you do not rape Alisha. Just so you know, all that stupidity makes me bother!" Jimmy's fed up with being blamed anyway. It is time to open the eyes of the model.

"Lo knows how difficult it is to keep your image in public so that you remain a model of my pride. But what, you easily destroy the image that I have built for years. If you have a mind you should think before you do that immoral act!" Jimmy spilled all his frustration on Arsya.

"Over the years, I've always brushed off the news and tried to make your name good even though I knew you bastard! I just want to help your career go up. I try here and there to handle journalists who seem to fall you with the behavior of that minus lo. Covering up all your foul behavior. Have you ever thought about it?" Jimmy spoke in a high tone of jerking.

"Shut up, you son of a bitch!" Instead of realizing, Arsya was angry and berated Jimmy. "Gue doesn't need you to be my manager, now you're out in front of me!" expel Arsya.

"Ok, I'm happy to be free from lo. Troubleshooter!" Still in a state of heightened emotions Jimmy out of the model apartment he had been orbiting.

Jimmy's departure further enraged Arsya. He slammed the things in the living room that he could reach.

"Shoppers!" his yell. Like a person who has lost consciousness.

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In the afternoon after returning home from the survey of the location of the wedding festival, Alisha went straight to the house of Imran. There, Imran welcomes Alisha with joy. Only Laras showed a look of annoyance when he saw his nephew coming.

"How's Pakdhe doing?"

"Thank God be healthy, how are you?"

"Well, too, Padhe."

For a moment they were silent.

"Sorry Al if Pakdhe can know, what is it that you came here for. To visit this Pakdhemu only or any other business?" Although the question was for Alisha but Imran's eyes were on his wife. As if there was something.

"There is no Pakdhe, just want to know the news of Pakdhe and Budhe alone."

Imran breathed a sigh of relief hearing that. He glanced back at Laras.

"Oh .. yes, this is a little money for Pakdhe and Budhe, hopefully it can be useful." Alisha takes out a brown envelope containing the money she handed over to Imran. A second later the envelope had changed hands in the hands of Laras.

Without further ado Laras opened the envelope and counted the contents. His lips immediately pout. "Kok the same number, not now you have a rich husband, cook not added."

Alisha did give some of her salary as usual with the amount as usual. He did get money from Arsya but it would not be nice if he gave it to Pakdhe and Budhenya. That's why Alisha gives some money as usual from the results of her work. While the rest Alisha save for savings.

"Marrel!" the Laras sneer heard by Imran.

"Your!"

Laras just melengos indifferently with reprimand her husband.

"I'm sorry Budhemu, Al."

"What's wrong Pakdhe. I'm sorry, if Alisha hasn't been able to say more."

"Everything has a guarded husband, don't be left close to other women. Maybe the money is not for his wife even for his savings!"

Alisha frowned not understanding.

"Oh, what's this mom talking about?"

"Loh, I'm right, sir. Husband if it has been playing fun must be the money has not made the wife again but make the saving it. That's why his wife got a little. The proof just gives us this!"

Alisha increasingly does not understand the direction of Budhenya talks.

"Paard." Alisha looked at Imran asking for an explanation.

"You and your husband are fine, right?" imran asked, which made Alisha not understand all this.

"I mean, Pakdhe, what?"

"Just look at it for yourself!" The barrel directly stuck the phone on Alisha. Showing photos in one of the social media apps.

Alisha shut her mouth in disbelief.

"Mas Arsya?"