Crazy Woman's

Proof

I'm professor Dahlan Sunandar, the husband of Mrs Blomington, can't figure out why the ocean can fool others. You may think I'm the most hypocritical man, but I honestly say, I still have a little sympathy for that man. Let's put it this way I used to have a hard life, so hard I ever steal, I,

Hah steal, the man who became the director of the company can steal, you joke, if you don't believe, well I'll tell you the story.

That morning I was told by my mother to buy mushrooms, but unfortunately it was undeniable, thankfully unachievable, the money was gone!!!

I can't go home empty-handed. Mushrooms are the only side dish we have with our family. That's enough, I don't think I'm just eating salt!

Mentari increasingly went up to the eastern half, giving the realization that time began to rise, inevitably I had to solve this problem.

My eyes stared at the crowd of people shopping in the traditional market. Sellers of mushrooms at the very end. The village women in black skirts appeared to queue at one corner of the market. In the corner there is a mushroom tied hanging, next to it there is a fish seller who holds fish on a wide plate. Occasionally a hansip walks back and forth. Watching for someone who might be cheating.

I sneaked among the crowd of mothers, when the seller was caught off guard I carded two packs of mushrooms. But damn it I haven't walked far to arrive, the seller shouted...

"Maliiing, swinging"

hundreds of men came after me, lucky to have protected me while they were vigilante.

He took me to the Camat sir's office, where there was already a woman in white hijab, if he was the seller of mushrooms.

"Why did you steal"

"Anu bu, mother's gift money is gone"

"Take it" said the woman, giving her two packs of oyster mushrooms.

"Why did my mom help me"

"I want to teach you son, all problems can be solved if you want to be honest"

I immediately hugged the woman, from whom I learned the most elegant way of solving problems.

"Dar, how's your project going"

Those words were like lightning striking my ear, for a moment I was engulfed.

"Oh you Mad, tumben here what business"

"No, I just want to take turns"

I stared at the man in the koko shirt. Ah he's getting so thick.

"What do you think mad is"

"I just don't end up thinking, why there are people who can cheat poor families like Mr. Burhan"

"That's what humans are, if they are cruel, they will become homo homini lupus, wolves for other wolves.

" It's not that humans have a conscience already"

"You're Dar, in a materialistic time like now where there are humans like that"

"Mas Ahmad, until it was a Muslim you know mas, mbok ya positive thinking that"

"I'm sorry, I've tasted the salt acid of life, not like you who have been spoiled from childhood"

"Dimanja, as long as you know yes, I was since a teenager has been given the trust of managing a shop by abah"

"Yes yes, yes, I want to go out first, I have business to do"

The man came out, I just took a deep breath. The silence was re-created, only the ticking of the clock told me it was time for lunch.

My steps towards the canteen stopped for a moment. In front there was a mature brown man wearing a black hat. It's not wrong that the ocean. What does he want.

Curiosity made me follow the man. He entered a narrow alley, once a meatball dealer walked down the street, on the right side of the street there were children playing football.

The ocean is sloppy, cook she doesn't lock the living room door.

His face was pale when caught feeding a woman.

"That's your mother"

"Ti. no. sir"

"Then who"

"Not to be afraid, let's sit next to me"

We were both sitting on the couch next to the woman. His eyes alternately glanced at the two of us, his hands handcuffed.

"She was actually my lover sir, I used to plan to marry her, but she married another man. Up until three weeks ago I found him in the store's head, it's like this"

"Therefore you become a fraud"

The man stared at the floor.

"Yes sir"

"This is it, son, I'm telling you one thing, your intentions are good but your ways are wrong, you don't know, you know, in a digital era like this, there are hundreds of resellers who can provide wealth up to millions of rupiah why don't you try"

He didn't answer.

"How old are you now"

"Twenty-nine sir"

"Have tried to be a reseller"

"Not yet"

"Try, and remember God will never accept worship that is not according to His guidance, even though you have intended solely for Him"

The young man left, and he came back with a large suitcase.

"Open up sir"

I opened the black suitcase, in it piled tens of millions of rupiah.

"Where did you get this money"

"That's the customer's money sir, honestly, I'm still afraid of the torment of hellfire, so I haven't used it yet"

I tightly embraced the boy.

"What's wrong, you still have a chance to repent son"

"Thank you, sir, but if someone were to use his intelligence to teach a woman to obey her husband in a rude way, would you just shut up"

"Who do you mean"

My heart seemed to be dislodged hearing that voice.in front there stood a man with a white turban.

Since when did Ahmad arrive, why can't I listen to the roar of his car's exhaust"

"If you're so curious, why don't we just talk alone"

My curiosity made me decide to follow them both.

"I just want to know what you did to my ex-boyfriend"

"I am just an ustadz, ustadz his activities yes preach"

Hearing that the Ocean standing in the rearview of the car sneered.

"Defend, preach to cause trauma, that's called preaching"

"Sometimes a teacher has to pinch an outrageous student, whether you'll just shut up, when there's a bad boy who doesn't want to be organized"

"It's all just theory"

What are they talking about.

The two men then played a video. I looked towards the Ocean, the man was very serious about watching the video, his eyes were perpendicular to the television tube, the opposite of Ahmad, he was very relaxed, he was very relaxed, occasionally the man glanced at the watch that was coiled in the hand.

The television screen displays a blurry color. Shortly thereafter the tube box featured a man and a woman arguing.

The man wearing a boxed negligee, thin mustachioed and fat was staring intently at a woman in white and white noses.

The woman with pointy legs was undaunted, she was shaking her waist looking at the man. Those eyes were as if they were ready to spew out the rumbling of anger that was on the chest