I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 66. Salsabila Threat

The laptop screen was still loading my design this afternoon when an office girl politely excuse me to come into my room, she brought a message if there was Salsabila want to meet and wait for me in the lobby. After our meeting how long ago, I thought the business between us was done, but still he came looking for me.

After saving the design and saying goodbye to Luluk, I swung like a person who was picking up uncertainty. Salsabila, that beautiful woman is so noble I feel disturbing the peace of my life. What else does he want from me now?

The lobby looks quiet this afternoon, there are only a few office boys passing by carrying files to several rooms. Mr. Julio's ex-wife commented on the smile when she saw me coming towards her, the forced smile. She asked me to sit in front of her and look at me from the tip of the hijab to my footwear.

"Bu Hani is pretty, but I think she's too old for Julio. The man wanted to have a descendant. I haven't given him a child, that's what made him so angry with me." Salsabila immediately spoke as I had just occupied the seat hesitantly.

"Alhamdulillah if I am considered beautiful, it is the gift of God alone. And, about Mr. Julio, that's not where we're talking about in the office here. I have a lot of work, Mom! Please cherish my time," I replied clearly and firmly.

"O, o, o, may also work loyalty Bu Hani. All right, it's still about our project, really." The beautiful woman clapped her hands slowly, then opened a map she placed on the table.

"Otherwise, Mom? Less clear about our past meeting?" I raised my voice, feeling endless about my resignation.

"Clearly, very clearly. This is the deal for the resignation. Sign here and Miss Habi is free from my project team." The beautiful woman thrust a piece of paper into the map for me.

"What's that? I have to read it first" I said carefully.

Carefully, I read one by one the contents of the paper. Salsabila as a first party partner agreed to my resignation from the project. I still understand the points I read, until I arrive at an article stating the conditions for resignation, if I will not accept a proposal from Julio. As compensation I will get fifty percent of the proceeds from the first production launch.

"understand it? Sign here. This will be as a deal for both of us. It's a condition I agree that Bu Hani withdraws without penalty to the company here." Salsabila commented another smile, looking relieved to see me finish reading.

I gulped with tightness, staring at the stamped letter that Salsabila might have prepared with careful thought. The clean white woman was even willing to give me a very large rupiah value to prevent Julio from marrying me.

"Come sign, don't refuse sustenance. Maybe not balanced with the wealth that Bu Hani will have if she becomes Julio's wife, but this is better than marriage but continued divorce can not be anything." Urged me.

I'm unmoving. The nerves in my brain are interlocked working hard, figuring out how to get out of this Salsabila influence and threat. But I didn't find a way out.

"Come, sign it! I have to promise to keep the paper. Imagine the amount of money later. I can teach a mother's child to give her a future" she persuaded with a very sweet look.

Salsabila approached, the strong scent of perfume piercing the smell making my head even more dizzy. Then Salsabil sat down beside me, as if forcing me to quickly put down his signature without me even thinking about it.

"Say no connection with Julio, why was Bu Hani surprised and seemed to object to the contents of this agreement?" The beautiful woman continued to corner me as I looked silent and still hesitant.

Still thinking of looking for words, long enough I fell silent and the beautiful woman grinned as if humbling me who she thought was hypocritical not to admit a relationship with Julio.

"I have absolutely nothing to do with Mr. Julio, but making such a covenant seems to me to violate the power of God. We never know God's destiny, do we, Mom? My son also won't make a living from selling signatures like this, but only with halal work." I confirmed my refusal.

I stopped talking in relief to find the thought of opposing Salsabila when at the last moment she began to settle cynically in me.

My mind began to fly up and down, as deep as what parting Salsabila with Mr. Julio until he was so vengeful and did not want the man to marry me. I've never known this beautiful woman and there was no dispute with her before. But he would bet to give me a fantastic amount of money for his heartache.

"And again, this is like a bet because the amount of money we can not predict until the product is sold later. It's not allowed in the cooperation agreement." I back up my reasons.

"Do I need to write down the numbers directly? How many do you want?" Salsabila challenged me with a sharp and condescending look.

"It doesn't mean I agree on the exact amount, does it! Just gave Ms. Salsabila the right insight. He still does not want to sell signatures before the power of God."

"It's very complicated to talk to this Miss Hani. Yes, I've admitted to his relationship with Julio, and remember I won't be quiet if you get married."

My gaze continued to be fixed on the paper offered by Salsabila. The woman seemed to want to make me not wince.

"Bu Salsabila still practicing prayer?" tanyaku.

"Why ask something like that?" tanyanya rouse.

"Yesterday Bu Salsabila doubted the hijab I was wearing. Why can't I ask you something similar? Just answer me, still praying routine?"

"That's my business." Salsabila raised her eyes in annoyance.

"It looks like Miss Salsabila has gone far enough with Allah. I see, mother's life is far from tranquility. What do you want in life?" I didn't give up asking.

"It's none of your business, I told you so!"

"It is now my business, because Miss Salsabila continues to force me to do one thing that invites me to stay away from my belief in destiny."

"What does prayer have to do with our covenant? Strange I heard it." He snorted annoyed.

"Salat will prevent the doing of evil and evil. Cruel is like committing adultery, gambling, slander and for example. Munkar is more general, meaning all the forbidden percutaneous acts of Allah. If you still do not pray well, it will appear in the attitude and actions of Miss Salsabila."

"You don't patronize me! You never felt the pain of being humbled by Dito's family. I want to help you, understand!" Salsabila began to lose patience, he no longer greeted me by calling as Bu Hani.

I pulled a long one without taking off my ladder on his shoulder. "OKAY. Ms. Salsabila also has no right to suppress the lives of others because of personal anger. Imagine if you were treated like that by someone else, would you want to?"

The woman snarled, taking her shoulder out of my hand. Long enough he turned away not looking at me. I got up and stood up, intending to end our meeting.

"I think it's clear, yes. He also has rights and works here not as a person of his own accord. Please if there's a penalty just charge me, not this team or company."

I kept quiet, waiting for Salsabila to chimed in on me.

"May I excuse you, ma'am? There's still a lot of unfinished work." I continue my words.

Seeing that the beautiful woman was still silent, I did not care and kept swinging my steps. Let Salsabila not like all my opinions, but at least there are people who have reminded his attitude that is less commendable.

A few steps, I turned my head, wanting to make sure the woman didn't want to say anything more to me. My feet stopped, I saw Salsabila looking up as if holding back tears that were about to fall. I wanted to turn around, but my courage wasn't enough to go too far in Mr. Julio's ex-wife's life.

Until my room returned, my soul was so troubled to tell Luluk about Salsabila. But, as much as possible I held back. I ignored my best friend's curious gaze, then pretended to be busy opening the laptop screen.

I just started to recover my mind to refocus on my design that had paused. A phone call sounded annoying, and the name of Mr. Julio on the phone screen.

"Have lunch? asked the tall, thick-browed man after we said hello.

"It has. Mr. Julio has it too, right?" my many.

"I don't want to starve to death before marriage."

"Hehehe. Have you prayed zhuhur?"

"Already dong, also pray after. Asking God makes my soul mate easier."

"Hehe." I just laughed, though my heart trembled at his words.

"Cock just laughs. Where's the aamiin?"

"Hehehe, aamiin," I said nervously.

"Duh, I'm interrupting the work?"

"Have known it."

"High honest! Yeah, I turned into a laptop so I could look at you every day." The typical laughter of Mr. Julio calmed my restless heart after meeting Salsabila earlier.

"Neggombal. I still make this design."

"wait around. Do you like fried rice?"

"Like it. Why?"

"I want to be a fried rice dong, so that every night can pass in front of your house." The man laughed again.

"Nggombal. Age, Sir!" I said laugh a little.

"Let's hear you laugh again." The man's voice sounded so sincere and worried about me, causing me to become overwhelmed with worry and anger if my longing grew, I was afraid it was wrong.

"Hani? When is your iddah time over?" tanyanya is impatient.

"In a moment," I answered softly.

"But when exactly?" He urged me to know.

"Secret."

"Hahaha, look out for you. I'm actually a fried rice guy tonight. Want to hang out in front of your house." Again the mature man laughed.

"Hehe."

I held back my laughter which I had wanted to laugh from earlier, but really I was afraid that our closeness passed the boundary before halal, and Salsabila's face also made me think further