Destiny Love Nirmala

Who's That Woman?

"Isn't that Mas Sakti? But how is she the same sexy woman? From his stature it was definitely not Arum," muttered someone who caught the old man chatting with the young girl in one of the Japanese restaurants. "Hape where's hape?" he muttered again while reaching into his handbag. He stole a picture of Sakti's intimacy with a woman while shaking his head.

Meanwhile, the man who was being stalked was busy stroking the thighs of his mistress. "Soft your skin dear.. make Om even more jolly."

Nala brushed off Sakti's hand from above her thigh. "Don't here dong, Om. If anyone knows us, what? Not very impatient...."

Sakti chuckles and pinches the pointy chin of her sugar baby. "Oh, where do you want it? In the car or in a hotel room, hm...?"

Nala scratched her head because she realized she had spoken wrongly. "Em. That's not it, Om. Nala—"

Sakti suddenly snatched the lips of the girl in front of him in front of the public. The gray man had lost his sense of hesitation and worry if someone else had witnessed his embarrassing behavior. "Om gemes when you see your lips twitching richly just now. I want to keep nyosorin rich duck."

Nala was clamoring to make sure of the situation, she was very afraid that someone would recognize her. "Don't dong, Om. If there's a brother or neighbor Nala, what? I could have ntar on ngadu Papa!"

Sakti pulled Nala's chin and looked at her. "Please, baby. Om can silence anyone's mouth with the money Om has. Even if it's your father."

Nala swallowed the coarse salivary, now she realized the meaning of Toni's words which reminded her to be careful with Sakti. Since he could feel from the sentence that the man had thrown, there was a heavy threat planned by him. Was it? Only God and God know.

"Astaghfirullah's... Mas Sakti... is not enough with the death of Kemuning? Now, he's making the same mistake. Even worse because of his mistress this time abege's son," murmured someone named Kemala. He continued to stalk the shameless man with a cell phone in hand.

The forty-five-year-old woman is Sakti's biological sister. He's a key witness to Sakti's affair with Arum. Even he knew very well that Arum had never taken the man from his first wife, Kemuning. This is indeed solely the disease Sakti basket. Not having enough fun with just one girl.

"This time I won't shut up, Mom! Ma'am Arum should know what Mas Sakti is doing behind him!" He put the phone back in his bag after taking some photos and videos as evidence.

"Om... ngerasa no really, how from the rich there is a ngawasin us?!" great-grandson Nala with eyes. He covered his face with a mask and rolled his head here and there.

"No, Om don't think anyone's watching us! If there is, no problem!" serik Sakti indifferently.

Nala snorts. "Well, make it om it's okay. But for me, it's obviously nothing! Um, let's just move in and find a safer place!"

Sakti nodded her head. "Alright if you want that. Pay for our food."

Sakti calls a waiter and asks for a bill to pay for dishes they have not had time to eat. After a while, the two walked out of the Japanese restaurant towards the parking lot on the ground floor.

...***...

The clock has shown at five o'clock in the afternoon, the blue sky turns orange. The white clouds are gray. Hearts that heat up, get shady. Welcoming the end of the day, with the best smile and full of gratitude.

"Sister Nirmala.." call the complex children who used to learn to teach with the quiet girl. "Sister Nirmala... Kak—"

"Woy noise!!" Arman throws slippers at the children. "Go you on! Bother the sleeping ones!" gerutu Arman who was sleeping on the terrace chair while listening to old songs.

Arman glared and ruffled his waist. "Your doubts, is this a home? If you want to teach these children njai, noh in the mosque! Lukira's my home of the parlour, what?"

Nirmala lowered her head not daring to look at the father's face. "Yes Pa. Mala just want this house enlivened by the voice of children who teach. If Papa does not ngizinin Mala teach children at home, it's okay to be in musala aja."

"Gu...!!" erang Arman's. He shuffled and stood beside his daughter. "You need to, I want to go to bed! Just be careful if it's noisy. I'm telling you, the kids are wearing brooms!" arman sounded ambiguous.

Nirmala's two eyeballs crossed delightedly. "Ja-so, Papa ngizinin Mala ngajar najar those kids at home? Thanks a lot, Pa...."

"Pa... Papa.." call Nirmala because Arman just kept going without answering his question. Of course the man will not respond because the ego as a parent is very high.

Nirmala prancing like a child who gets candy then called the little children who stood holding the fence of his house. "Let's get in here!"

The four little children sat up and pulled both eyebrows together, asking silently. Nirmala who noticed the streaks of doubt on their faces, shouted back. "Let's go in, it's safe."

The gloomy face returned. The kids are so enthusiastic. They entered the grounds of the house and said greetings to the girl who greeted with a smile carving. "Assalamu'alaikum, Brother Nirmala...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." answered Nirmala kindly. He took the little children to the side of the house with a small saung where to find fresh air. "We're working here, yes. Let's not let Mala's papa be disturbed."

"Sir, this is already afternoon .. said pa Ustadz can not sleep late in the afternoon," said Raihan son in front of the house.

Nirmala pulled both her lips symmetrically and then let out a slow breath. "Papa Kak Mala will just come home from work from this morning, must be exhausted. So, it's only natural to fall asleep."

"But Muti's father also came home in the afternoon, brother. Never sleep in the afternoon" said the little boy in a red hood.

Nirmala returned with a smile and rubbed the head of the girl. "Everyone is different, beautiful. Papa Kak Mala also does not sleep every afternoon. Maybe because today there are so many jobs in the office, so ketapean."

All nodded their heads, understanding what Nirmala said. "Oh that's it, brother. Yes already, anyway we want to pay the same salary Kak Mala. Magrib's hunt later."

Nirmala nodded and asked them to open iqra, according to the last page of teaching. "Open iqra 5, page 20 yes. Before we read basmallah and prayer before we learn first."

The children obeyed what Nirmala had instructed, while Arman, eavesdropping from inside the house, continued to curse in annoyance. The little boy's rants made his ears hot and his chest boil with wrath. "Damn it, boys. Watch out if you meet me on the street. I'm the jeweler's ear!!"

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...Sorry.. want to focus after Ramadan, it is still difficult because Lebaran visited many places to visit 🙏🙏...

...May all friends always be given health yes 🙏...