I Love You My Sholeha Wife

Exposed to Sparks of Mud Water

Days passed, weeks and months passed Azalea worked in 'Butiq Zara' and this was the second month Azalea got a salary from her work, as usual, Azalea would send half of her salary to her parents in the village. Mr. Azwar and Ms. Vienna were a little helped by the salary money from Azalea's work, and Azalea was very grateful to be able to help both parents. To rent his own boarding room Azalea has decided to stay with Rani in her boarding room.

This morning as usual they both woke up to perform dawn prayers, read the Qur'an and afterwards prepared breakfast and prepared to go to work.

"Ran..you leave first well, later I follow, I want to go to the bank first, want to transfer money for Azam" pinta Azalea to Rani.

"don't I want to be friends?" tawal Rani's.

"no need Ran.. not good.later we are both late again, you do first." replied Azalea.

"yes, " said Rani.

They were eventually separated, Rani to Butiq Zara where they worked, and Azalea to a nearby Bank to transfer money to her sister Azam.

After completing the transfer of money Azalea also ordered an online ojek to his workplace, while again waiting for his online ojek to come, he said, suddenly there was a car passing by and accidentally stepped on the puddle of water and splash it on Azalea clothes.

"aahh.. astagfirullah." cried Azalea in shock.

The car stopped and the driver of the car came out to Azalea who again cleaned the splash of mud water that hit her clothes and hijab.

"sorry.well, I was accidentally, I was in a hurry" said the car driver.

"well, it's okay" Azalea replied with a smile.

"is it really all right? I want to help mbak to be able to change the clothes, but I was in a hurry again. "said the driver of the car with a guilty face.

"it's okay, I also rush to go to work, and the dirty is also just a little" replied Azalea.

Suddenly Azalea's phone rang New Number.

"hallo, mbak Azalea huh? I'm an online motorcycle taxi that ordered the route of bank B*I to Butiq Zara, I'm at the pick-up point.." said the caller.

"iyaa mas, I wear a blue tosca shirt and a black hijab" Azalea replied while explaining the color of her clothes so that the online taxi driver saw her existence.

Finally the phone was closed, and the driver apologized once and permission to leave to Azalea, Azalea only replied with a nod and a smile after that went to the online ojek in her message.

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Arriving at his workplace Rani Langusng saw a slightly tangled Azalea not the same as earlier this morning before leaving for the Bank to transfer money.

"Za... Why are you? how come your clothes have dirty spots anyway? the feeling was you tidy before leaving." asked Rani astonished.

"ehh. yaa Ran this was just the time I was waiting for an online motorcycle taxi I came suddenly there was a car passing by and accidentally mengginjek puddle of water that yaudah his spark directly hit me" azalea answered with a look of annoyance.

"well, you go to the bathroom and let's clean up the old mud stains" said Rani.

Azalea went to the bathroom of Butiq to clean her clothes, but on the way to the bathroom Azalea met with Ms. Raisa as her boss, Ms. Raisa was confused to see the appearance of Azalea who was a little tangled and her clothes were brownish stains that were not as usual, Ms. Raisa also greeted Azalea who was down the road again

"Azalea... What happened to your appearance today?" raisa asked Azalea.

"please apologize in advance Mom because I arrived late, about my appearance before going to my previous B*I bank to transfer money to my sister who is in Bu village, but when I again wait for the online ojek to come to butiq, there was a car passing by and accidentally stepped on the puddle and finally splashed a puddle of water on my clothes mom because it happened that I was standing on the sidewalk that was close to the puddle" answer Azalea honestly.

"do you come into my room now" said Raisa's mom.

"well, ma'am" answered Raisa.

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In Raisa's room.

"please enter Azalea.!" pinta ma'am Raisa.

"yes, ma'am" replied Azalea.

"sit down, I go to the next room first" said Ms. Raisa.

"iyaa ma'am, well, "Azalea answered.

Miss Raisa was in the next room, this is maximal in the room there is another room Raisa there is a special room, the room is like a room, there is a bed, sofa, cabinets and other equipment. kemuadian bu Raisa came out of the room while carrying a parcel.

"take this, and change your clothes" Raisa said.

Azalea was instantly startled but she instantly controlled her facial expression.

"but Ma........... "

Not yet finished Azalea spoke Bu Raisa directly cut her.

"don't be afraid, I won't reduce your salary anyway, I'll handle it for you, take it and go change your clothes" Raisa said with a smile towards Azalea.

"thank you very much ma'am, I am resigning myself" Azalea replied and in reply to a nod with a smile from Ms. Raisa.

Azalea came out of Raisa's room.

"maybe you are the right woman I chose for Arkana" Raisa's mumbling with a smile.

Ms. Raisa has a son who is now 29 years old but not married, the child is named Arkana Ahmad Herlambang a smart man and became the boss in his father's subsidiary. Arkana has a girlfriend, but not approved by Ms. Raisa and Herlambang as her parents, which is why Arkana is not married because she still does not want to be separated from her boyfriend.

Ms. Raisa does not like the Arkana boyfriend because a model whose clothes do not close the aura in addition to that Arkana boyfriend is a woman who is matre and disrespectful to parents, that is what makes Ms. Raisa and Mr. Herlambang do not approve of their relationship.

At first Bu Raisa met with Azalea during the job interview, Ms. Raisa already immediately liked her, according to Bu Raisa Azalea is a good girl, polite, beautiful, beautiful, religious and hardworking, Ms. Raisa felt that Azalea was a suitable girl for her son Arkana.

HAY MY DEAR READERS.... PREVIOUSLY THE AUTHOR APOLOGIZED IF IN THIS NOVEL THERE ARE STILL MANY WRONG, WHETHER IT IS WRITING OR SENTENCE. THEREFORE COMMENTS IN THE FORM OF CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND ADVICE FROM MY DEAR READERS ARE VERYTTTTTTTTT AUTHOR NEEDS.

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