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Fear Barrel

After a few minutes, Al-Ghazali and Laras checked out of the hotel. They went back to Al-Ghazali's house. Barrel stared out the window, he lowered the window glass, then permeated the cold wind at dawn.

"Fresh, isn't it, the wind at dawn?" al-ghazali asked his wife to make Laras nod his head quickly.

"He'um, Mom. So fresh! For the past ten years, only this time have I lived the fresh air at dawn. Because, after serving clients I usually go to bed and wake up at 12 noon!" chirps Laras make Al-Ghazali's face turn flat.

That man doesn't like it when his wife talks about his clients. Al-Ghazali warned Laras not to tell him. Because Al-Ghazali is very jealous.

Laras saw her husband's face as if holding back anger, immediately awakened. If he spoke wrongly.

The girl felt very guilty. He immediately grabbed the husband's hand.

"I'm sorry, Mas. If my words upset you, I promise to change little by little. I've been overwhelmed, because for the last ten years. My job has become my habit, and my habit is just that. There's nothing else. Hence, I don't know what to say, other than my habits!"

Laras spoke, he tried to explain his heart and apologized to the husband.

The husband who heard it felt very guilty, he realized that Laras was trying to move on from his past.

Isn't it natural for someone to talk about their work or their habits? If people work on medicine, it must be eighty percent of the talk about medicine.

Same with Baras.

"I should be the one apologizing to you. Because it makes you feel guilty! I was just jealous! I don't like it when you talk about other men!" al-ghazali is what he is.

In fact, the man was too embarrassed to admit his heart. However, remember that his life will not be long. He must be honest so that when he leaves later there is no regret, because of his lies.

Laras who heard Al-Ghazali was jealous smiled happily. She hugged the husband's arm. Do not forget to give a kiss on the cheek of Al-Ghazali.

"Muah .. I'm glad you're jealous, ma'am. That means you've started to love me! Ahh .. glad I, my husband has started to fall in love with me!" the shouting of Laras in the car made Al-Ghazali laugh a little.

His days will surely be very colorful, because of Laras' very cheerful and barbaric behavior.

"Where do you want breakfast? A warteg? Restaurant or breakfast at home?" tanya Al-Ghazali made Laras tap his chin with his index finger.

The girl was thinking hard. His stomach is very hungry.

"Eat at the restaurant, Mom! You see, I have not eaten in a restaurant for a long time, if the warteg is very frequent! Because the grandmother used to attach love to me, just not enough rice in the warteg!" chirps Laras remembered Fitri his adoptive mother who was very evil.

Al-Ghazali who heard it, immediately raised his eyebrows next to. He was curious about the figure of the attached grandmother that was meant by Laras.

"Grandmother attachments? Who's she?" tanya Al-Ghazali made the face of Laras turn sour.

"We have breakfast first, Mas. Later until the house I tell the story everything is the same as you!" laras' reply made Al-Ghazali nod his head.

Al-Ghazali drove his car at a moderate speed. When he saw a restaurant, the man entered the parking lot of the restaurant.

The two went down, Al-Ghazali grasped Laras' hand gently. They both looked very compatible with the look of their Islamic clothes.

"I'm so happy, Mom! I finally got to the restaurant again!" laras said spoiled while laying his head on the shoulder of the husband.

Al-Ghazali smiled gently. He stroked the top of his wife's head.

"Now you are free to ask for anything, as long as it is not excessive, God willing, if there is sustenance I will do your part!" al-ghazali's reply gently made Laras nod his head. She smiled brightly and slid her head into her husband's armpit.

Al-Ghazali laughed, both of them unaware that many people were watching them.

Part-time workers who ate breakfast at the restaurant.

"I fried rice only village and mineral water, Ma'am!" pinta Al-Ghazali without looking at the woman carrying the menu.

"What are you, Ras?" tanya Al-Ghazali looked at his wife who seemed to be looking at the menu.

"Eum ... I sandwich meat one, pure avocado juice without sugar one and what is it? Eumm .. rice fried village one!" answer the spirit barrel, because it can eat well.

Al-Ghazali who saw the bright face of his wife also smiled sweetly. He was happy to see his wife happy.

"Okay, please wait a minute, Ma'am, Mas. We will prepare the order as soon as possible!" said the woman and left from there.

While being cool talking to the husband, Laras accidentally turned to the right and his eyes met the figure of a man he was very familiar with.

Deggs.

"Sir Broto," Inner Laras was surprised instead of playing. He almost fainted face to face with the old man.

Men who have used the services of Barrel, even very often. Broto smiled faintly, he was there with his son and wife.

"Jal*ng me apparently," Inner Broto smiled wickedly.

The barrel tightly grips the robe. He became nervous, cold sweat coming out from his forehead. So scared that Broto came to his desk and talked about the past.

Especially if until Broto reported his existence to Fitri, the grandmother who dropped by forcing Laras to plunge into the night world.

"Quiet, Barrel. Don't be nervous, don't panic. Mr. Broto is also with his son and wife. He will definitely not dare to come to you," Inner Laras tried not to panic.

Al-Ghazali who saw the look on his wife's face changed like a frightened person was worried.

"Ras, what's wrong?" al-ghazali asked gently with curious expectation.

"Huh?" Laras stupefied like a dazed person.

"What's wrong? Why are you panicking like that?" al-ghazali asked curiously at his wife.

"Huh? Oh panic .. No, I'm not panicking! He he!"

Laras answered then smiled wily trying to cover up his uneasiness.

He was afraid that Al-Ghazali would meet with Mr. Broto. Men who wear it often.

"Yes Allah .. I hope, Mr. Broto quickly leave here," Inner Laras prayed.

It seems that the prayer of Laras is not makbul. Mr. Broto got up from his chair and walked towards him.

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