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Fatimah & Khotimah come to Jogja

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...(.( Still Fatimah pov )...

You guys, like a big storm !" exclaimed mother.

" Who wants to go to the anterin mas market !" said mas Yasin.

" Yes Fatim is a mas !" khotimah.

Fatimah just glared at Khotimah to nyubit him on the mother's deck.

" Dear, just walk !" take Yasin to Fatimah.

Fatimah did not answer, but immediately stepped out. Mas Yasin followed from behind, still keeping his distance.

Fatimah deliberately pura cuek, just testing mas Yasin.

In fact, Fatimah's heart was much calmer than last night. I can accept this situation.

There is even a curiosity to look closely. What was my husband's son Yasin born from another woman's womb like. Strange indeed, why does it taste like kangen taste ?!?. At first, it was just curiosity.

I mean, I've seen his picture once. It was also at a glance when there was an incoming call from the nickname Sidiq. With the profile of the child, it turns out that Sidiq is the son of Yasin mas.

Quickly, he used to pick up his phone saying that. Apparently code, if new with me.

But that kid is cute, really cute. Fatimah also wants the fatimah child to be like that child. Fatimah also wanted to know, what Arum's face was like, how he was like.

The curiosity Fatimah is actually getting bigger, the more want to get to Jogja soon. Meet Isti, may also be able to meet Arum and Sidiq, just meet the curiosity of Fatimah.

Why is my mind focused there. Until I realized that Yasin was already walking beside me.

" Think what dear, who from that daydreaming continues ?" said husband.

" I don't think about anything !" say lie.

" Don't do that, remember your content baby !" say Yasin my husband.

" Don't think about anything, just afraid later in jogja you feel more free to meet ex aja aja !" answer me that way.

" Is there still a lack of trust, if at this time all I think about is you're an ?" ask husband.

" Fatimah wants proof not only promise, so before there is evidence Fatimah will also not believe fully." replied Fatimah.

" Yes, you will get the evidence soon." replied my husband with steadiness

" What evidence will he give you ?" fatimah whispered in his heart.

" Waituin was imprisoned in the previous round, yes ?" ask Yasin.

" Would a pregnant wife bring her own groceries ?" my many.

Even though my stomach was not so big at that time, deliberately frowned at my husband who used to be ignorant.

" Oh yes I forgot, jaudah ayuk way. Let me bring the shopping!" said husband.

My jaw is strong, holding back laughter. So as not to come out laughing that can unload my charade.

Fatimah noticed that Yasin did not suspect if I pura aja still sprained.

Let it be once, ngusilin husband who is nosy.

Actually also do not have the heart to see a husband like a maid bring all the groceries so.

But kulihar mas Yasin still looks like enjoy it. So I let him follow while carrying groceries.

Until finally all the needs have been purchased we both step home. When I got near the new house I talked.

" Weighing not ?" my many.

" It's not just this !" said.

" Judah here Fatimah brought some !" fatimah.

at home, Khotimah has finished packing. Then Khotimah and I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. While mas Yasin was asked to accompany his father and mother to drink tea in the dining room. Waiting for the dish to be ready.

" I'm grateful you and Fatimah your wife can get along again." My mom said open a conversation.

" Come, thank God Fatimah still wants to accept me as I am." replied Yasin carrying his jogging accent.

" What is yes already son, as long as you Istiqomah repent. Father and mother always bless kaliyan." continued my mother.

Then my father chimed in.

" No man is perfect, there must always be a lack of it. The best people are, people who realize their lack and want to fix it" my father said.

"Oh sir, I realize a lot of my deductions. And God willing I will correct, and close my past mistakes by doing good." Mas Yasin.

Then my mother continued asking.

" Has Fatimah really relieved her anger ? " ask my mother.

" If it subsides a hundred percent maybe not yet ma'am, it still needs a process to really let ikhlash accept me" said mas Yasin.

" Gini wants Yasin, everyone gets the same chance. Good people, like anything, have a bad past. Even bad people have a future to be good. If you have the intention, persevere and will to do good" said the father.

Mas Yasin listened to all of the Father's Advice very seriously and enthusiastically.

" Yasin's son must really walk on his tracks, not to go over the line" said my mother.

" Njih bu " said mas Yasin down.

Fatimmah and Khotimah in the kitchen prepared breakfast together.

" Yasin usually help you, Ma'am ?" ask Khotimah.

" Yes, now I have been advised by my mother !" my answer.

"Eh mbak, I really did get along last night ?" ask Fatimah.

" It is conditional peace, as long as Yasin does not return to the arms of his ex-girlfriend, Fatimah just accept. Maybe it's your fate to have Khot's stepson !" I said a little melo.

" No papa mbak, the proof is that Yasin mas is also very dear to Fatim" said Khotimah regretting his question.

" Yes Khot, Fatim was shaving his husband despite being shown to have children from his past. What matters now is his sincere love for mbak only !" I said to entertain myself.

Because in my heart there is still an inner struggle, although not as bad as last night.

" It's true that Khotimah is proud to see your affection" said Khotimah.

" Mom is also round to only love Yasin mas kok." I said slowly to Khotimah.

" Eh, I've never seen Yasin's boy say, how do you think ?" ask Khotimah.

" Just in pp wa not so careful to see it !" my spoken.

" May memen mbak whose name is Isti it mbak. Good times have !" khotimah.

" O yes, at the same time say so go to Jogja. I haven't told Isti." I cried. Just remember, awaited news the same Isti.

" Yaudah mbak Fatim contact mbak Isti first only. Let Khotimah's cooking business be in order." exclaimed Khotimah.

Without talking Fatimah directly cht Isti.

" السلام علیكم و و

Isti Morning

Today Fatimah went to Jogja. If you have, please send us a photo of Yasin mas boy and also Arum former mas Yasin.

My chat to Isti.

It's ticked two, o up. And I saw Isti typing a reply. Maybe I'm waiting for news from me, I thought.

And a few minutes later, Isti replies in.

" وعلیكم اسلام و و

الحمدلله یا الله

Finally you also take care of my brother's household. But why did Fatimah ask for a picture of Sidiq and her mother ?"

Isti's chat reply, which I immediately reply.

" I don't want to know, just want to know."

My next chat to Isti.

A few moments later Chat from Isti entered.

This is Sidiq, Yasin's son.

And this is Sidiq's mother.

Two chats from Isti containing a photo of Sidiq and his mother.

" Okay Isti, my stepdaughter is handsome too. Fatimah wants to take care of him too. But without her mother of course."

My chat then.

" Sukurlah Fat, wherever you are, he's your husband's son. So take care of him like your real son !"

answer chat Isti.

**Note :

Good people have a past that may be bad.

Bad guys have a future could be better**.

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