Buying Wife

part#35

"Alhamdulillah, yes. Although we can't taraweh in the mosque, we can still taraweh together here."

"Yes, Neng. What matters is his intention. Anyplace can be anywhere that matters clean."

"Yes, let's go in. We eat first, it's just a takjil, right?"

"Yes, Neng. Bi Inah was not yet full. Ha ha ha."

"Huh! emang stomach cadut mah less continue, want to be filled anything must be less."

"No, no, Tut. I haven't eaten since dawn."

"Yamaa!" Answer the other compact. I just laughed. I am happy to have them. Not bound by blood but so close. They're good to me, not just because they're paid to take care of me. The clarity is very pronounced, here, on the right chest.

Ramadan has been a few days, maybe almost half way. And today I accept him, again. Hates. That's how I remember it every time. Not hate him, but hate him.

It is shameless to keep thinking of someone who has become the husband of another woman. Oh God, hold my heart so that I don't break.

That night I was so weak. The condition of the body that is not fit but still forces itself to fast. In fact, this body could not sustain itself. Eating should be helped by others, my husband.

He painstakingly fed the warm porridge. Clean the rest of the food around the lips. He always asked me what I felt with an anxious face. My gaze always made my heart not function normally. It might stop working if my heart was man-made.

Uh! it was just a beautiful story that he did not necessarily remember at this moment. After all, being beautiful to me could have been bad for her.

"Neng, why daydream?" ask Mr. Misran. The man returned to work after that time Pak Putra fired him. Yes, of course it was my fault.

His kind heart made him want to come back to work for me. The reason is still the same. He doesn't want to leave me alone. Especially at this time. I myself.

"Yes, Sir. Usual."

"Don't keep in mind, not good." He sat next to me.

"Yes, Sir. It's just very difficult. Remembering and forgetting him is equally as sick."

"Then, Neng had to find a cure. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Ha ha ha. I don't want to hurt my husband, later. Because my heart has been carried away with the son."

"Don't do that. Life must go on. Marry the sunah apostle. Perfecting our religion."

"I still haven't thought about it for now. I am enjoying my love for God. It feels much more peaceful. I always ask for the best. When it's time, he'll come to me himself. Whoever it is."

"The fool is complicated. Who knows, the son is still the soul mate of Eneng, right?"

"Ohhh. Paternity. Don't give me hope, sir."

"Are you still hoping?"

A very interesting question for the heart and mind. I couldn't even say anything when I heard Mr. Misran's question. I don't know..This heart I really can't read. Between yes and no mixing into one.

"Yes already. I want to go to the market. Wanna come?"

"No, Sir. I'm going to the bookstore. I have something to look for."

"Who is the nganter? the driver here is just me."

"I'll just order a taxi online. It's okay anyway. Mr. interracial Bi Inah alone, afraid of stray."

"Yes already. I'll get the car ready first."

"Be careful, sir."

"Yaaa" he replied, far away. I cleaned up the old clothes sitting down earlier. Step inside to get ready to go.

Not long after I ordered a taxi online, she came. Weather's cloudy. Fortunately, the fast this time will not be too heavy.

"Thank you, sir." I give you the fare and get out of the car.

My eyes were so fresh as soon as I entered the bookstore. Ever since that breakup, I've been busy reading. I want to bring my books home. Reading religious knowledge and other sciences is my favorite today.

Just a few minutes inside the store, my basket was already starting to feel heavy. Ha ha's. I like to be confused when I'm here. Once there is a title that attracts attention, I just take it for granted.

"It's just yes, Mom."

"Can. Just take it."

The conversation between the woman and the man made my heart beat fast. The voice of the man was not foreign to me. Between happiness and fear.

As much as I could sneak up to avoid them. It's pretty far away apparently.

Honestly, this heart was very curious to want to see his face. I miss the Son very much. Can I just see it this time?

From the cracks of the book, I tried to see without his knowledge. Not successfully. Piqued.

I tried to avoid but toiled these eyes to be able to reach him. Maddened. What's wrong with me? o Allah, give the servant a guide. What should I do.

"Hey! ahhh .. are we a match? why do we meet everywhere?"

It sucks! the confused me was startled by Aldo's sudden voice in the back.

"Al's? what are you doing here?"

"Buy meatballs."

"Guah!"

"No! I'm fasting anyway. I'm looking for a book again. How the hell are you?"

I turned my face. Not because I don't like him being here, but because my feelings are so messed up. I'm still shaking.

"What are you looking at? being a detective again?"

"No. Why the hell?"

"Who's interest?" tanyanya. My head was flashing here and there. Until his mouth is round and nodding his head. It seems he saw the Son and his wife.

"Should we meet them?"

"Don't. Wh-wh-what for? I don't want to see them now."

"Why? afraid of not being able to control yourself, right? I'll see you all of a sudden running and hugging him like an Indian movie."

"Then the wife gets angry and slams you to the floor. Just like a flying fish movie, you cry while the man just shuts up and goes with the other woman."

"Are you really an entrepreneur?"

"Rubid. He's hesitating."

"Any successful entrepreneur like you have time to see soap operas? I'm not a fool."

"That's my mom's job. He always asked me to go. He said let me not bego and evil rich guys that sinteron that."

"Alhamdulillah dong, yes. Dream husband candidate."

"Eat him, you want dong to be my wife." He's so whining. Cengengesan like a schoolboy. Really does not describe the figure of successful companies. Surprisingly again, Mr. Son who incidentally subordinate to him, even more charismatic.

"Astagfirullah ... Allahu Akbar"

"Why even be surprised? I'm just asking you to be a wife, not take you to hell."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Meanwhile?"

"What?"

"Well."

"Applying with gini doang?"

Aldo moves like a man so passionate. "Then, I'll propose to you very lavishly and romantically."

"No! Aldo, open it up I mean. What the hell, ah!"

"Later I'll announce it on a private jet, and say that ..."

Don't want to hear her babble. I just stuck him with a book. He grimaced for mercy. Bodo time! this guy has to stop talking before my stomach acid goes up.

"Stop, Ra. It hurts."

"Belvin. Than maag I dread the horror of your babbling."

I kept chasing and hitting her shoulder. Until our steps stopped in front of them.

Silent.

We just stared at each other. Aldo the whinyesan was also carried away. Lousy.

"How are you, Ra?" ask the Son. I don't know why my mouth just locked. Let alone to speak, to open it is difficult.

"Well, his stomach is big, yeah. How many months, Mba?"

My eyes immediately moved looking at the woman's stomach. She's pregnant. In his hand was a book containing names for prospective babies.

Uh! perih. In the past, in this womb there were also seeds that withered before developing. If only that time ... Oh God! forgive slave.

"It's been seven months." He looks like a bigot. I glanced at Pak Putra who had not stopped looking at me.

"Al, we better go. Don't we have to buy things for THR your employees?"

Aldo's not a fool who doesn't understand what I mean. He smiled and approached me.

"Why if it's the same with you, I like to forget about the original goal. Ck ck! it seems that the point of my world is you."

"Oh my goodness, you guys are a great fit and romantic. Just like the first time we met, first. The difference is, at that time you looked very sexy."

It was hot to hear the words of Mr. Putra's wife. I who have now closed all the aurat, why did he even discuss my past appearance?

"Alhamdulillah he has found guidance. The older man must be the better in any respect, Mba. Not otherwise. Isn't that right, Mas?"

The son did not answer. He just kept looking at me. Honestly, I feel a little uncomfortable.

"How are you?"

He asked me the same thing. Does he really want to know about my condition after parting with him? what difference does it make after he finds out?

"Ba–"

"alright. Your life you bear. Wherever there is a try, the ex-husband who still bears all the living expenses of his ex-wife. There are no children among them."

Aldo looked at me with a surprised look.

"Astagfirullah ... Mba, if–"

"Silent. From this moment on, I will bear the burden of his life. If necessary, I'll give you back everything Mba's husband gave me."

"Oh, yes. Your money must be much more. You are my husband's boss. Good then." The woman passed.

"I'm sorry for the attitude of my wife who–"

"It's okay. Pregnant women are sensitive. I've felt it."

The face of the Son changed. He looks so guilty. His lips opened and closed again, as if he wanted to talk but had no power to speak.

"I'm fine, sir."

He looked, then smiled. Hearing I was fine, he looked relieved.

"Don't mind about the cost that I've already–"

"Better listen to your wife, Mas. Don't be afraid. I'll take over everything."

Now Mr. Putra seems to dislike Aldo's words.

"Without you, I can still live. You are not the owners of this life and body. But God."

I'll leave that place soon. They speak like they are the owners of my life. I admit, they are rich. But me, I can live without them. Money is not everything. Don't they think about my feelings a little bit?

It sucks!

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