Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 87

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The hearts of the three adult men seemed to want to escape from his body when they saw who the guests were coming. They all peck. Wijaya hopes to meet Kiyai Rozak. Not to visit, but to those visited.

Ibra was trying to neutralize her anxiety. He turned to Al who was in the sling of Vijaya.

"Al, go to school with Grandpa, yes," Ibra told Al who was in Wijaya's sling.

"Why Abi? Abi's not going to the cantole?" ask Al wonder.

"Go to the office, son. But later with Uncle Kevin," said Ibra.

"Yes, Abi," Al replied without saying much more.

"Pa, please take Al to school first, yes, Pa," Ibra told her father.

Wijaya nodded, she could only obey the words of her son for now. "Then Papa left first. Assalamu'alaikum," said Vijaya to all bring Al out of the house.

"Waalaikumsalam" they all answered.

After Vijaya and Al left, unexpectedly the woman took Al's hand to greet and kiss the back of Ibra's hand. The shocked Ibra only accepted the treatment without refusing. Kevin was made to gawk with a view in front of him. Although Dee? He was confused, astonished and did not understand what this woman was doing.

"Let's go in first, Ma'am," Dee told the woman. They all walked into the house and sat together in the living room.

"Sorry, who is this? Why did I know my husband?" dee pointed to Ibra sitting next to him.

The woman was surprised to hear that Dee was the wife of Ibra, but she tried to calm down and smile.

"I-"

"He's my brother from the boarding school, Dee. Maybe he's here to find me, "cut Kevin down quickly before the woman finishes her words.

"Brother?" beo Dee is confused. Because Kevin has no other brother.

"Yes brother. He taught at the Pesantren, and now he wants a vacation here" Kevin replied.

Dahi Dee frowned at Kevin's reply. "But why did he ask Mas Ibra?" ask Dee.

"Because I gave Ibra's address to her if I wasn't in the apartment. Maybe he's from my apartment, because I'm not there so he's looking for me here" Kevin replied calmly.

Ibra just kept watching everything. In this case he would rather be silent than mispronounce.

Dee simply nodded in trust in the words s

Kevin's. Dee turned to look at the woman sitting in front of him. "Whose name is mbak?" ask Dee.

The woman extended her hand to Dee to get acquainted. "I'm Sofia Werleam" replied the woman named Sofia.

"I am Haidee, Mas Ibra's wife. Mas Ibra is his best friend Kevin," Dee replied by introducing him and Ibra. After that they let go of their hands.

"Em, where's your husband? I'm sorry if it's so presumptuous, but I haven't seen it?" tanya Dee hesitated. She sees Sofia's belly protruding from behind her dress, which indicates that this woman already has a husband.

Sofia turns to look at Ibra and Kevin alternately, after which she answers Dee's question. "My husband is dead, Dee" Sofia said, looking at Ibra's face.

Ibra who was stared at by Sofia averted her eyes.

"I'm sorry if my question made you uncomfortable. I don't mean to offend at all" Dee said unkindly to Sofia.

"It's okay, Dee," Sofia replied smilingly to Dee.

"Yes, Dee, Ib, I'd like to go home for Sofia. Let him rest as well" Kevin said immediately ending the tense meeting.

Dee nodded. "Yes, Brother Kevin. Kasian Mbak Sofia will be sapped," replied Dee.

Sofia said she followed Kevin walking out of the house. Followed by Dee and Ibra from behind.

"Then excuse me, Dee," said Sofia after arriving at the front of the house. Dee nodded and smiled affirming Sofia's words.

Before entering the car, Sofia looked at Ibra while rubbing her protruding belly. After that he immediately boarded the car that Kevin had in it.

"Pity yes, Mas. Even though Sofia is pregnant again," said Dee after they returned home.

Sorry, Sweetheart. Ibra looked at Dee's face.

"Eh, aren't you at the office?" ask Dee to Ibra.

"Later, Honey. I still want to be spoiled with my wife" Ibra said, hugging Dee from the side.

Dee just shook her head at her husband. They walked up the stairs to the room.

At this time Ibra and Dee sat together with their bodies propped up at the head of the bed. Ibra embraces his wife's shoulder and Dee hugs Ibra's waist and puts her face on Ibra's field chest.

"Darling," call Ibra.

Dee looked up at Ibra. "Yes, Mas" replied Dee.

Ibra looked down at Dee's face. "Whatever happens later, never leave this jerk behind. I don't know what it would be if you left" Ibra said.

"What the hell is that talking? Adek will not leave Mas. Adek is not going anywhere. So don't say that anymore" said Dee, gently rubbing Ibra's jaw.

"I'm just scared" said Ibra, hugging Dee.

"Your fear is unwarranted, Mas" said Dee softly.

I have a reason, baby. Ibra said in his heart. Her body really felt cold hot facing everything. Just now that he was happy with his wife, he now had to go through a storm that he created himself. Overly enjoying her time with Dee, she forgets someone she has brought into her life.

When cool with his activities, Ibra's phone rings indicating there is an incoming message. Ibra takes her hug off Dee and takes the phone out of her pants pocket.

To my apartment now!

Message received by Ibra. It was Kevin who sent the message.

"Darling, I'm leaving first, yeah. Remember that! Do not be tired and do not leave the room if nothing is important. You and your baby should be healthy!" ibra said after reading Kevin's message.

"Yes. Be careful, yes," said Dee, shaking her husband's hand.

Ibra replies by kissing Dee's head. "Assalamu'alaikum," greetings Ibra before leaving.

"Waalaikumsalam" Dee replied.

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"Why are you coming, Sofia?" ask Ibra.

Now Ibra is sitting with Kevin and Sofia in the living room of Kevin's apartment.

"Why are you lying to me?" sofia asked back regardless of Ibra's question.

Ibra was silent. And Kevin too. Kevin was eager to leave them both, but Ibra held him back.

"Why didn't you say you already had a wife, Ibra?"

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Sorry if my story didn't live up to your expectations. Here I just want to show the various kinds of exams that will arise in every household.

If you don't like it, I don't force you to keep reading. But I hope my writing in the previous CHAPTER works for you.

For those who like, I say a lot of thanks, because it always follows the flow of my story. Your kindness is precious to me. 🌹🌹🌹 Greetings from the author of the dimeh who seeks sustenance from you readers, YusKiz 😘