Last Tasbih

Lesser-Taught Investors

Zahra smiled to herself, looking at the golden necklace she was holding. Now it's wrapped around her neck, as a sign that she's the woman her husband loves the most. Though Zahra was only lied to, to divert the treacherous deeds of Robert behind.

"Mama was so moved yes, to hold the necklace non-stop. Papa also saw, that Mama looked at him continuously." said Robert.

"Yes Papa, Mama is very happy. Papa is often romantic, let Love not flirt." pinta Zahra.

"That child, if you dare to be insolent, let Papa give you a death fist." joked Robert.

"Heheh, it's also true Pa. Our son is young, but it's a shame to be a widower." Zahra thought about the fate of her son, who got the fate of the seductress' wife.

That night, Fatihah went to a cafe. Today must meet man, who is most avoided by his logic. Fatihah sat down on the chair, without starting any more pleasantries.

"Packaged vegetable oil, has been planned by Mr. Stifen. A target market by relying on promotional brochures, then allowing to attract the attention of the public. After that, the discount will not be given much more." Fatihah was just being professional, opening the document sheet.

"I want to talk about it, after beautiful sister gives me bait." Berto pointed at his cheek in a flirtatious manner.

"This is about work, please you have manners" said Fatihah.

"I can't, my chest rumbles. He was excited, asking to be given something beautiful." Berto winked a flirtatious eye.

"Astaghfirullah, this Father must remember the temporary world. Don't assume eternal, for all is just satanic deceit." Fatihah spoke casually, though tired of seeing his nature.

"Fatihah, don't bring a lecture. Better, you just give it to yourself. After that, you will live a good life. I'll pay dearly, just hang out for a minute." Berto saw the details of Fatihah's beautiful face.

Suddenly came the mad waiter, he poured hot water over Berto's head. Fatihah did not want to laugh, but it was very funny. Berto's mustache moved, with the hardened jaw holding in anger. The waiter still staggered, shoving fecal water on Berto's head.

"Investors are insolent, like uneducated" he said loudly.

"You see Fatihah, I will not forget this one thing." Berto.

"Sorry sir, it's not my fault. I also don't know why the waiter can do such a thing." Fatihah explained.

"You smile with me when I'm watered, you must be involved in this cheap plan." Berto snapped.

"As for you, if you want to continue to be prejudiced. I have absolutely no idea why this servant suddenly did such an absurd thing." explained Fatihah, in a loud voice.

Love sobbed in the room, with the lights of the room all out. Stifen went inside, then approached his wife.

"Why you, baby?" Stifen speaks softly.

"It's okay." Love tries to hide, afraid Stifen finds out.

"Darling, you're being honest" Stifen said.

"I don't want to, you will fight with Mama." replied Love.

"If I can avoid it, why choose debate" Stifen explained.

"Promise first, you won't run over your parents." replied Love.

"I won't look for trouble first, don't know if they started coming" Stifen said.

"Your mother was angry when Papa teased me. He thinks I started first." Love speaks honestly.