BABE JADULKU

The Part 39

The day changed, I began to feel the saturation. Saturated, because there are no activities, all day just struggling with our husband and the Ugok. But the husband is even light, he is like enjoying life. Morning vegetable gardening in the yard. Even if the vegetables are lost more often. I feel like my husband is at the peak of his life. As if climbing he had reached the top of the highest mountain. Upside down with me who still has a lot of ambition. I want to build an oil palm factory. My husband is not supportive.

"Bang, it feels saturated also every day gini continues," I said to my husband. He then swung his son again. One of his favorites is swinging children while singing. The singing is always old school songs, so the title I don't know when the song hit.

"If you get bored, go for a walk again" said the husband, he stopped his singing for a while and continued.

"If the streets continue until how long our money lasts, Bang,"

"So?"

"Adek wants no activity, Bang, want his own business,"

"What business, Dek, adek not as talented as it is, cow business rushed people,"

"Failure is the beginning of success, Bang,"

"Oh, yeah,"

"Yes, yes, Bang, must try and try again, so, Bang,"

"That means we have to try again, yesterday failed,"

"What's failing, Bang?"

"Good thanks to the Ucok, let's get excited, let's try again, fail again, try again," said the husband while showing his fist.

"Ish, brother, the serious talker is joking,"

The Ucok was asleep, the husband then grabbed HP and began to slide the screen.. Husband has indeed started to be literate medsos, even though he often asked and confused, he began to read the news through social media. If you open his favorite Facebook watch a building video. If you open Google, what he is looking for is always the price of cattle and palm oil.

"Dek, look at this, there's a messenger coming in a lot of times" the husband said, pointing out his HP.

Kuraih HP, it turns out that the unread inbox already there are many. Kuroba open one by one. Some are selling strong drugs, some are just saying hello, some are spreading charm.

"Reply all, Dek," the husband ordered.

"Where was, Bang, hundreds of gini inboxes,"

"If the people are reprimanded, Dek,"

Oalah, so this job is also for me, but I also reply, while looking for inbox that nyelieh candidates to be blocked. Suddenly, my eyes fell on one of the inboxes. From a strange named account that reads Korean. What surprised me was the content.

(Do you already know how your wife Niyet was?)

(OK, continue, I hope you read this, your wife has an ex-eleven, imagine? Eleven people who touched his body)

(Congratulations, you second reply)

Well, who is this, I tried to find information about the account, it turns out there is no information, even his friend was hidden. But I'm sure this is one of my old gang mates, because only they call me Niyet.

I was also worried that I was seen by my husband, I immediately deleted it after I first took a screenshot and sent it to my own HP.

I saw that my husband was asleep, the clock was already showing the number eleven. The first thing I asked was Rapet.

(Pet, who is our friend who has an account with a Korean name?) my message is via WA.

(Form)

(Find out first, this is important, Rapet)

(I've been looking, no, there's tempeh, can you, Niyet?)

(Seriously, Rapet, I don't want to joke anymore)

(Nobody knows, Niyet)

(Chat is closed)

Damn, Rapi is sometimes ignorant, but he is not that prosperous, I know him since he was in High School. Who can count my ex? I've even forgotten how many people I've got ex, because my girlhood is so long. From the age of sixteen to the age of three to two, it means sixteen years.

Some are jealous of my happiness, whether that's who I don't know, but I can't let this happen. Maybe my husband will be affected if he reads. I continue to reply to the inbox that many enter the husband messenger. Oh, my God, my husband is like an artist. A lot of charm. Fortunately also the husband is lazy to open inbok.

There's an inbox from someone, it's like this.

(Please help him, Bang Parlindungan, sorry, presumptuous inbox Bang Parlin, but I don't know where to go for help anymore. I know the account of Brother of Friend)

Who is this, I'll find out soon, the account is clear, she's a woman with six children. Her husband had a stroke, selling online to connect. Ah, this must be mode. But wait, there is a clear address in one of the posts. His house was not far from our house. Just a difference of land. I know that road, because I often pass when going to the market.

I read the long inbox again, it turns out he needs capital assistance, his house is still contracted, they still live there because of the mercy of the owner of the house. The point is he wants to ask Bang Parlin for help. If I tell Bang Parlin, he doesn't like people who ask, he'd rather come and look directly.

This is Bang Parlin's inbox.

The next morning, I took Bang Parlin shopping to the market, deliberately passing by at the mother's house to see firsthand. I didn't tell my husband, but I asked to stop in front of the woman's house. I got off the car followed by Bang Parlin.

"Why are we here, Dek?" ask Bang Parlin. I haven't been able to answer yet, the middle-aged woman came out of the house.

"Thank God, my prayer was finally granted, Bang Parlin came here" said the mother.

Bang Parlin looked confused, he saw me, I just stumbled.

"What's this, Dek? who's this?" bang Parlin said again.

"This is the candidate who will receive our zakat, Bang," I said later.

Bang Parlin looked more confused, the woman let in. Astagfirullah, it turns out the story in the inbox is not how much, more sad that looks, a child turned out to be mentally retarded. The first one was forced to quit school, but still Junior High.

"Thank you, Bang Parlin, God heard my prayer, Bang Parlin has finally come" the mother said.

Instead of the husband getting confused, I took the husband away, I immediately explained all what happened. Bang Parlin looked sad.

"How much zakat we have this year, Treasurer Ma'am," asked the husband, he still had a chance to joke.

"Report, Boss, this year's earnings rose from palm oil, as palm prices again rose. Total net income of four hundred million palm oil, three hundred million cow, fifty million rented house. After this cut and it's clean we receive six hundred million. Two and a half percent out of six hundred million about fifteen million," I said later.

"Okay, Treasurer, make it twenty million, give it to the mother" said Bang Parlin again.

"Siiiap, Boss, if you earn more, you will be helped by more people" I said in my honor. Well, this is how silly we sometimes are.

We leave the money to the mother, with the agreement that she succeeds in doing what we did to her. There is a satisfaction that can help people. Don't forget I told him not to tell people.

"Look at that, Bang, there are a lot of people who need help, we add more effort, Bang, let us increase our zakat," I said to my husband when we were home.

"Yes, Dek, right, this time Brother agreed, Brother will trade, buy and sell land and houses," said the husband.

"Kok didn't build a cooking oil factory anyway, Bang," I said later.

"Not until you get there, Dek,"

"Okay, Bang, the boss' brother," I said later.

Bang Parlin began to pursue new activities, looking for land to buy. It turns out that even if he said his knowledge was limited, he knew very well that land was the surest investment.

My new habit now is to check the husband's HP after he sleeps. I always worried that my husband's kindness was being used by people. Well, there is a new message from the Korean account again, this time it seems to have been read by husband. It's horrible.

(Smart also the Niyet, you are one of his victims, he is no longer a virgin, know why he was married long? Because he was afraid because he was not a virgin, finally he can also be an innocent person to be fooled like you, pity yourself)

I saw my husband, he's asleep..