Died Marriage

Take it to the airport

"Why not open the door next year?" Ketus Tamar to his wife when she saw the wife open the door locked tightly from the outside.

Deg

Mitha could only remain silent while tightly holding onto her fist.

Why is every man in front of Mas Tamar my crest just gone?

Mitha recalled the time she used to be so bar. Why is this moment of courage lost in front of the husband?

At the dinner table, Mitha took the initiative to call her own husband. She asked permission to call her husband because she felt bad by the people who were sitting at the dinner table.

Mitha to the room. Walking withstands pain in the wound. But when he arrived in the room, Tamar was not there. Shortly thereafter, his phone rang. That call was none other than Tamar.

"M-I'm sorry." Little Mitha.

Tamar came out. Mitha was left behind.

Tests

In the end, it also collapsed in the river in the woman's eye.

Patience Mit... This is a reward field. Mas Tamar is a test to gain merit. Remember. PA-HA-LA'S.

Tamar had almost arrived at the dining room, while the wife was still down the stairs in a limp.

Without waiting for his wife, Tamar sat down. He looked at Jaya sharply. While the one being stared at just chuckled at stupid times with that gaze. He doesn't feel guilty at all.

Mitha who saw the husband already sitting on the chair made her little heart smile. It seemed, Tamar would never fulfill the wishes of Mitha's little heart. Although fairly simple, but the woman wants it.

"Sister-in-law?" Tegur Nazeera saw Mitha just standing near the barrier.

"Yes..." Legally.

"Let's eat..." She smiled at sumringah.

Mitha nodded. He walked near the husband sitting down.

Seeing Tamar already took the rice and also the side dishes. Mitha was getting disappointed. The woman seems to be too hopeful from this marriage. She wanted to serve her husband, but it was too late.

Mitha took a slow breath. He enjoyed the late breakfast.

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"Zeez... You busy today?" Raha asked on the sidelines of cleaning the dining table.

"What's bun?"

"Mother is going to Japan with dad today. If you don't have a job, can you take the time to take your mom to the airport?"

Mitha was just a listener. Routines like this are familiar to the servants. At first it felt bad, because it was his job. But as time went on, he was already used to the attitude of the master.

"Mitha darling... You're gonna take mom to the airport?"

Mitha was busy, being happy. Apparently the in-laws really consider themselves children.

Without saying much, Mitha nodded just like that. "But bun... Mitha permission with Mas Tamar first."

Raha nodded. Then he turned his gaze to Nazeera who was dumbfounded. "Zeez... You can, right?"

The one who was asked looked at Raha nanar. What was?

"Yes bun... But the mother's tumben wants to be escorted to the airport?"

"It's okay. Rarely do we want to go together."

Nazeera rolled her eyes lazily. "Where is the name of the road not to the airport bun. But to the mall." Nazeera.

Raha was silent. Before long she smiled at her son's charming smile.

"All right, my dear." Nazeera kisses the mother's cheek. "I'm going to go to the room." Pamphitt.

Raha nodded. "Mother goes to the room, gets ready." Raha looked towards the daughter-in-law.

Brucks

Mitha immediately threw a hug towards Raha.

Hikz hikz hikz

Raha who was hugged became astonished himself. What happened to his daughter-in-law?

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