Last Tasbih

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Love and Bilqis smiled at the police, who were about to arrest Berto. Fatihah ignored him, until he unconsciously ate the croquet. Not too much, but a few pieces of cake.

"Fatihah, I know you're traumatized. Now close your eyes, don't look at it." Bilqis was busy directing the palm, towards Fatihah's eyelid.

"No need, I can do it. Enough I don't hear his name anymore." replied Fatihah.

"Yes, forgive my words if something goes wrong" said Bilqis.

"Don't hesitate, I'm fine." replied Fatihah, casually.

Love and Stifen go to the golf course, to find something fun. Maybe by exercising, it will refresh the brain. Since yesterday, they've been thinking about business and business. Indeed, to survive, we must have a steady or fast income.

"Eh, why are you so enthusiastic about coming here?" ask Love.

"It's the most comfortable sport in the whole city" Stifen replied.

Zahra saw Robert who had just come home, where he had been all day. Rioting his wife did not know, which he knew her husband worked at the company Aditama Group.

"Zahra, I've now caught the real culprit. This love is secretly cashing out money from bank 99." said Robert, who deliberately threw the blame.

"Why is he so materialistic. Its presumptuous nature steals company accounts, which can be left alone." replied Zahra.

"But somehow his own daughter-in-law. We can't report him to the police station." said Robert, still hiding his reality.

"Actually that's not what I want. I want more change. Slowly though, but it's better. I want our family to be harmonious, with grandchildren. I don't mind the past Love, the most important thing is that she wants to change. But I've been watering, he still won't admit his mistake." replied Zahra, who looked disappointed.

"Darling, no matter what happens, I want to keep our marriage going" Stifen said.

"Dear, I don't want a divorce either. Really it's very romantic once, hopefully not soon fade eaten by age." replied Love, a little hope.

"Darling, I want to keep you and love you." Stifen clasped his hand.

"Dear, that's what I want too." replied Love.

Nurma saw Berto who was panting, because he had just run away from the police. Nurma was silent, not getting any water for her.

"Do you not see that your husband has just come home. Try to put food on the table, let me not be hungry anymore" Berto lamented.

"I don't think I have any obligation for that. You just ignore me, it's already very painful." explained Nurma.

"What kind of wife are you, already daring to fight now." Berto snapped.

"Just tell your young mistress to do it. I want to sleep in my room, my body wants to rest. One more thing, you still have legs and hands." Nurma looked at him, stepping on the stairs.

Asha booze party at her house, has invited many social friends. They were all happy to be served good food.

"Next time, not just pizza and sushi. Plus more delicious, there is meat with spices of choice." said a middle-aged woman, who dressed the most menor.

"Just relax, next time I have jumbo fish ready for you." Asha smiled, looking at everyone.