I Killed the Actor With My Husband

Episode 17's

The Lamborghini I was driving almost hit the old woman who was about to cross, fortunately this hand quickly slammed the steering wheel to the left.

"Yes....!" screeched the woman's lungs while closing her eyes using her palm.

In order to reduce the panic I let out a long sigh, then exhaled slowly, at least the woman survived.

"Get out!" take a car on the road, thank God, don't hit people!"

Duh... Anyway, I have to take responsibility due to excessive emotions until I don't see the road. The woman is right, thank God I quickly slammed the steering wheel to the left otherwise, will be a bars resident again.

"Eh, out! even dumb in the car."

"Yes ma'am, this is coming out, really." I said as I opened the car door, appearing.

After looking at me, the pulmonary lady was tracing her waist, glaring at me.

"Sa-I'm really sorry Mom, take her car don't look around the street. But Mom's not hurt, is she?" I'm a little worried.

"I'm fine, but look at my groceries, so they're scattered everywhere!"

"I'm sorry, then let me get it done" I said a little begging him to forgive me.

"Sorry, Sorry! wonder the same today's children, bring a car do not look around the road. You do not know my son the police! I can just call my son here and drag you to the police station.

I sighed while massaging the throbbing temple, my head suddenly dizzy. Hearing the name of the police only my mood became bad.

In restaurant...

Rina, the woman came to serve me a warm drink. After that instead of returning to work, but she instead stood staring in front of me. I frowned at the confused sign, Rina seemed to want to talk something but hesitated, I don't know what's wrong with her? the woman whose name is similar to this actor is indeed a little annoying.

"Why are you still standing here?" manya curious.

"That's Mom, there's a beggar carrying his 2nd child, he's still talking to Miss Lisa..

"Beggar? but there's a beggar who broke into the restaurant?"

"Well, that's it ma'am, she said she wanted to eat here" said Rina as she pointed at the beggar.

I approached them with thundered chests, the tightness in the chest became more like a big stone, when I saw his first child at the age of Abizar while his sister was still in his mother's arms. their clothes were tattered and also dirty, the pungent smell from their bodies pierced into my nose.

"Mom, this mother's son wants to eat here, if you can...." Lisa paused her speech maybe afraid I was angry.

I nodded, simultaneously my tears just shed.

"Sorry Mom, we came here to tell the police sir. he said there was a free meal up to 3 times I had refused, but." mother said, she looked down with teary eyes.

Mr. police, he said, it means Arkan told him to come here, I gave the code to Lisa, the woman understood he immediately passed to the kitchen, after 20 minutes waiting for the waitress to finally come bring food, the woman understood, there are plenty of food on the table including pudding desserts and fruit.

The woman shook her head, she said too much.she asked for enough for her child, but I forced her to eat it too without hesitation.

They eat like a hungry man, and my tears run down the river what if he were my son. O Allah. Just think about it it feels inadequate, so ashamed before you God.We live in contentment, but out there are many other servants of yours who are, to eat them they have difficulty getting it.

From far away, I saw Arkan standing with his arms crossed over his chest.The man continued to stare at us without a blink, looking at his face seriously, I broke eye contact with him and turned my eyes in the other direction.

"Sir is good!" exclaimed the child who seemed to be full.he smiled gleefully towards Arkan, Lisa who saw him also smiled.

Arkan finally approached us.

"Where is it good to eat?" arkan said as he pulled the chair beside me and sat down without asking.

"Enak Om Policeman, the food is so good! thank you very much, we are very full" he replied innocently.

But the food was still a lot left on the table, I finally asked Rina to wrap it all up so they could take it home.

After saying many thanks, they left the restaurant with beaming faces.

"Alhamdulillah yes Ma'am, later tonight we can eat again" chanted the boy cheerfully but sounding bitter in my heart. if I had a big house, I could have them stay with me, but I still live in a restaurant.

.

"Ehem!" Arkan cleared his throat, the habit he always cleared his throat.

"Does your throat hurt?"

"Certain why? if you are near me you are always wheezing, coughing, sneezing." I said annoyed.

"Because you're a virus!"

"What!"

"Virus that can make me die in an instant, if berjauahan with you.

I glared at him sharply. Tumben, the refrigerator ten doors talk a lot usually irrit talk.

"Listen, I'm here with my mom, but she's still shopping so please book her menu where?"

"Humm... Then wait a minute, let me call the waiter." I said as gently as possible.

Arkan did not say anymore, he was busy with his phone, after making sure the waiter came and recorded the menu orders Arkan, I also chose to return to the kitchen. a few minutes later Arkan called me he said he wanted to introduce me to his mother. eh wait! what does it mean to introduce me to his mother.

"Sorry, but.. Why introduce me to your mother?" I dare to ask.

"Because my mother was eager to meet you, I have told you so much about you, I ... I love you, sorry." she said, looking down.

The deg! what kind of feeling is this? why am I happy to hear it, no, this can't happen, if Arkan finds out if I can't get pregnant again then he must be disappointed.

I think now's the right time, to be honest about my womb, I want him to stay away from me.

"Mas Arkan, there's something I want to talk about.

"Hmmm...."

"You'd better find another woman, a good woman, not a former fundraiser like me."

"continue?"

"I'm a killer too!"

"Then?"

"Our title is different!"

"Oh..."

"I am also a widow!"

"That's great."

Athaghfirullah! my patience is as thin as tissue, but why does this man continue to test my patience.if it is true that marrying him can be down to my immunity and faith simultaneously.

"What are your lips again for thrush? so to just talk, you have a hard time." I said really upset.

"Do I look like an unhealthy person?" he protested at me.

"Certain why? you speak very irate!"

"Because I don't look at the past or the physical.

"I can't have any more offspring, my womb has been lifted" I said with teary eyes, a fragment of wound that Mas Rifan left so deep.

"I already know."

"What! how come?" really surprised how Arkan knew? about my uterus that no longer works.

"Of course, forget! I still want to accept you for who you are.

I looked up, looked into his eyes looking for lies in there, but I couldn't find them. He kept looking at me seriously making this chest shake.The wrong behavior I threw my face in the other direction, but accidentally seeing the mothers there he walked towards me with Arkan.

That mother, it looks like I...."

Hi, mam?" greet Arkan while smiling kindly.

Die me!

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