Bidadari Special

Chapter 77

Twenty-one at night, Satya just arrived at her house. The man rushed into the room, changed his clothes and cleaned himself.

After that he seemed to open a drawer, taking a small book of demands for prayer ever given by his wife.

He laid his body on the bed, reading the book.

"Yeahhaagh!" his sigh.

"Hmmmh!" then he took a deep breath, and grabbed the phone that was on his nightstand.

He touched the phone screen. Seen a picture of Hilya, the woman he had married on the main screen of the phone.

The picture of the beautiful woman, seemed to be smiling sweetly towards her.

Satya is small. I don't know what the rich man was thinking, maybe longing, because it's been almost a week they haven't met.

But suddenly the smile on Satya's lips disappeared, changing with an annoyed face.

"What kind of woman are you? Get out of the house without permission. You think I'll call you? It will never!"

Satya seemed to speak to the picture she saw with a growl.

"Behold, if I have memorized the contents of this book, and I can become a priest of prayer. You will be sorry!"

Satya is seen pointing at the picture of the woman on her phone with anger.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious house in a small suburban village. A pregnant woman was lying on her bed.

The woman was also seen looking at a picture of a man inside her phone.

"I've been at ummi's house for a week, but you never called me at all, Mas.... Does that mean you've completely forgotten me? And will marry Clarissa?" the woman seemed to be talking to herself.

"Maybe this is all the best. God has shown me that you are not a good match for me" said the woman.

"I would never expect you again. You are not the best for me. You're a sinner, you're an adulterer, you're a drunk. And, you, are not at all the man in my prayer. I will never regret even if you leave me this way."

It was seen the woman saying it with emotion, and tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"What kind of man are you? You cannot be a good priest or role model. Let alone being a prayer priest, even reading prayer prayers you cannot, even ablution you still have to be guided. I have no regrets at all, even if you leave me, Mas!" said the woman by wiping her tears.

"I don't deserve my tears to shed for you, Mom! Drunk men! Fornicator! Loser!" muttered the woman while putting the phone she held into the drawer on the dressing table beside her bed.

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Not felt, even in the morning. Satya returned to her usual activities. And Dirga returned to Satya's office, arranging Satya's meeting with the women he was about to date.

Tired of what Dirga felt. Because it has been a month more dating some beautiful women, but one person did not attract the attention of Satya.

"I'm tired. I don't think I need to set my date anymore. There's no attractive woman in your eyes, right?" said Dirga was upset when he was back in Satya's office.

"Stay the schedule, as I command!" sahut Satya by opening his suit and putting it on the chair.

"Where are you going?" dirga asked when he saw his best friend begin to fold the sleeves of his shirt.

"You are not with the Maghrib Adhan. I want to pray first" Satya said as she walked out of her room.

"The insurrection of the Muslim jinn he was," muttered Dirga with a shake of his head.

Twenty minutes later Satya was back in her room. Dirga who is still faithful waiting for his best friend in his study, seemed to welcome his best friend with a crisp smile.

"It's great that you can pray" said Dirga.

"Hilya taught," he said.

"You mean Hilya...."

Not finished Dirga spoke, Satya immediately interjected.

"No, no.... I'm studying on my own. He never taught me anything" Satya explained with an annoyed face. "Just look at him, if I've been good at prayer, he will definitely regret it," added Satya with a furious face.

"Hmmmh!"

Dirga took a deep breath while throwing his face away.

"It's obvious, can't forget Hilya. Still selling expensive," muttered Dirga lirih.

"What did you say?" satya asked with a raised voice.

"none. I'm just saying, Mr.Jhon invited us tonight. He said he really wanted to see us" replied Dirga.

"You go, I'm busy."

"Where can it be. He wants to meet us for fun."

"I can't go with you."

"Why? He's taking us out for a drink."

"You're the one who drinks. I've stopped drinking."

"Come guys. We need to have some fun, besides you're a single man now. Later, if you get drunk. You can sleep in my apartment" wooed Dirga.

"If Hilya finds out I'm drunk. He'll never trust me again. He must have thought that I didn't really want to repent" Satya said spontaneously.

"Hilya?" Dirga looked at Satya with a astonished face.

"Oooohs.... I meani. I don't care about Hilya. I just don't want to drink, because it's my God's prohibition," Satya explained trying to cover up what was really in her little heart.

"okay! You must understand, right? So, sorry I can't come!" said Satya then while tidying up the buttons of her new suit she was wearing

"I'll go home first! I'll continue my work at home" said the man, patting his best friend's arm, and walked out of his study.

"Hmmm!"

Dirga shrugged both shoulders, shaking his head and following Satya out of his study.

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