Destiny Love Moon
Strong pressure resisting.
Breakfast was done. Maya then gets ready to go to the hospital. After copying his clothes, he returned to the living room with Bhishma. Looks Keke still plays the phone sitting folded legs.
"Keke... What were you here for?" ask Maya.
"Cabby, Tan," Keke replied. He then put the phone in his bag.
"Now, want to go alone, or... with Om the same Aunt?" ask Maya later.
Bisma left his wife first.
"Indeed not bother Tan, if Keke with Om same Aunt?" Keke asked back.
"Of course not. Come on," said Maya.
They caught up with Bisma who was waiting in the car with the driver.
Behind Maya. Keke smiled to himself, not knowing what he thought.
"When you were about to leave for Jakarta, did you see anyone suspicious?" search Maya. The car is now running. He sat down with Bisma who was chake an email.
"I mean Auntie?" Keke, who was sitting next to the driver, looked back.
"Who knows Ke, there are evil intentions to harm you," Maya guessed. For Bhishma himself had not told him.
"Because I don't have Tan, yesterday the police have also asked this" Keke replied that he was a witness to the investigation.
The man next to Maya remained indifferent. Whether he heard his wife's conversation or not.
They finally arrived at the hospital. "Tan, I want control first, I will follow later," Keke said.
"All right," Maya answered briefly. Then they split up. Maya with Bisma to ICU.
"There's been a development of Bi?" ask Maya to aunt. After arriving next to his son.
"Not yet Madam.." auntie looked tired, because she had not slept all night.
"Yes, Auntie should just go home," Maya said feeling sorry to stare at her ART.
"Okay, ma'am" the aunt left after being given money for a taxi fare by Maya.
"Quickly aware of Dipta. You owe the story to Papa," said Bisma rubbed gently Tara's head. Even though it looks tough, actually Bhishma is very fragile and his heart feels torn.
After visiting his son for a while. Bisma left for the office among the drivers. Maya takes her husband to the parking lot.
In ICU room after control. Keke visited his best friend. "Created. If I may pray badly, if you realize later, I want you to forget your memory, and forget your wife. So. You will be mine. Haha,"
"Keke... Why laugh at you like that?" ask Maya who just came in.
Keke's eyelids immediately lifted up not expecting it to be caught.
"An-anu.Tan" Keke's lips stiffened and trembled, hard to answer. "Hehe.. This is Tan, my friend is chatting, keep on. His words are funny.." replied Keke origin.
Maya looked at Keke with a frowned expression.
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Two months Tara's gone. But there is no news. The Moon bewailed his fate. But he busy himself trying to take a little savings for capital selling clothes.
Moon touring the village of biking goes offers his wares.
"So you're selling moon clothes?" ask one of the residents who is a little older, sepatian with her.
"Betul Kak, good for snacks," Moon replied.
"Hahaha.." the jutek-faced woman was snarled.
The moon breathed.
"She married a rich man, but? It's only been a month since I left!" ketus woman who was none other than the Moon's upperclassman when the school was. With a haughty face.
That's one of the scorn of the people as long as Tara isn't around. Moon feels alien in her own village. Only Halimah and Bariah Moon's friends still consider friends, and also the family of Mr. Umar.
Why life in this area. In an instant can change? The moon was loved by her friends. But envy makes them change.
If a female friend is envious because the Moon has married a rich man. But a friend who is a man is disappointed for not getting the Moon.
The moon did not answer the words of her upperclassmen. This kind of humiliation has been accepted by the Moon. Think of it as a sin-busting.
"Yes already Brother, then, I'm sorry," replied last month back to walking. About a few meters away, there was another woman who stopped her steps.
"Month... Can I see the shirt?" ask a mother.
"May Ma'am, please," Moon let her clothes be opened and stretched by her mother.
"This is hot! This one is rough! This one's a narrowness," The middle-aged mother opened up almost the entirety of the Moon's trade.
"Sorry Moon! Not so," the mother looked away from the Moon who could only stare in disbelief, her wares ruffled.
"Prophe the Moon" muttered the Moon as it folded its trade and put it in the bag.
The moon running his bike this time is not in goes, but he leads. The moon remains vibrant, and be patient even though the wear today has not been sold at all.
When Ashar, the Moon stopped at the mosque, about to perform prayer. He took the mukena in the closet of the mosque after ablution. The moon prostrated before God, the first she mentioned in her prayer was; the parents, then her husband Tara.
After the Moon prayer came back out when he heard a voice calling his name, then turned his head.
"Moon.. tumben, do you pray here?" tanya Abu Bakr, the elder brother of the Moon class who was about to come out as well.
"Eh Brother Abu, I beat through Kak, while selling clothes continued to stop by praying,"
"You sell moon clothes?" tanya Abu did not believe. "Where do you trade?" cecar Abu's.
"Betul Kak, if we do not believe we see yuk,"
The moon came out to the bicycle. How surprised the moon is. Kala approached his trade bike vanished somewhere. The Moon could only stare at the raffia of the former clothes binder that the Moon put partly into cardboard and partly into plastic bags. The moon can only Istighfar and stroke the chest.
"Why the Moon? Kok even bengong," said Abu moving his palms in front of the face of the Moon.
"My arm is gone, brother," replied the Moon as she shook her head.
"Are you really the Moon?" ask Abu. Abu could not believe it because all this time his village was quite safe.
"Don't you brother, I lied. Do what,"
"Astagfirlullah.I will try to chase after Him Moon, if only during your prayers must be the thief is not far away,"
"No, brother," prevent the Moon but Abu has already darted away.
"Astagfirlullah..." The moon sits on the steps of the mosque. Already fallen down the stairs also felt the Moon at this time. However, what else you want, Moon self-correction with the loss of clothing capital. Maybe he had been this alms.
Ting
I heard the voice of a phone message from the Moon. With passion he immediately opened WA. Who knows if her husband sent a message. That's how the Moon always thinks, every time he hears the clang of a mobile phone.
"Huh! Just a doang ad," grumbled the Moon.
To get rid of confusion because of thinking about many things. Opening months google. He checks job vacancies.
Who knows the sustenance, and who knows also by working in Jakarta can meet with Tara, waupaun possibility is very small.
Up to 30 minutes of the Moon packing atik mobile phone. The net is focused on advertising two job vacancies. "It takes two ladies as a waitress and a cook," Moon read with sparkling eyes. He immediately moved back to the bike and then went home.
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"Sorry, if I'm late. My first work is titled. THE EMPLOYER'S WIFE. It used to not pass the contract because many typo so budhe revision first. Because now many read.😁😁😁
