
abi Usman's car entered the gate opened by security guard, when he found out it was a family member of his employer's best friend he rushed to open it.
"thank you sir!.."umma smiled at the father of security who seemed respectful to him, should not be excessive as well.
queen looked around that looked big even almost as big as Abi Usman's, after going deeper it turned out that many people were closed which of course was like umma,people invited by the host.
"Alhamdulillah has been Sampek!.."then also down already in welcome hugs nyai Maryam who looked happy.
"Alhamdulillah, it turns out we are late!."kanda umma looked around the already crowded, let alone the santri-santri also helped there.
"engk kok sak, the family is grieving for the incident in the pesantren kkak.."
umma shook her head with a smile and said papa was not a test, they chatted briefly in the crowd but nyai Maryam immediately realized there was a beautiful woman behind umma.
"who's kk?.."
seeing the woman lead a look at the queen made ya just smile and crucify as a sign of her respect for the older one.
"he's my son-in-law!.beautiful right?."pamer umma who actually does not want to be happy but klau in front of the woman who is considered adek this what's wrong is not it?.
nyai Maryam laughed at the arrogant face, not very suitable with the gentle character, but in this case ajalah because of long fear later.
"wow Azmi was lucky to have this beautiful wife, what's her name son?.."
"Aqila nyai!.."he was quite happy because the woman in front of him was friendly.
"good name, son of Aqila, but call ummi just to be familiar, how else will you be a sister with Asiah's ummi child,."
ummi Maryam's words made them clueless, "but Azmi wants polygamy?.."
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"maha..."
the sound of ummi Maryam's laughter resuscitated her and then looked at the two women, the other laughing and the other smiling with his head bobbing.
"it's enough that Maryam you made my daughter-in-law sad to hear it!.."umma could not bear to see her daughter-in-law's face was tense because in Maryam's work, it was nosy.
"ummi!!.."the soft and delicate voice made anyone who heard would feel peaceful and serene, let alone look at her beautiful face and that shady gaze, making anyone would not take his eyes off of her.
"assalamualaikum umma!. yaampun Asiah kank thought would meet umma again?.."dengn respectfully kissed the hand of umma who smiled warmly at him.
"waalaikumsalam son, my goodness you are more beautiful son, the more shining.." umma's words make Asiah shy.
"ummi knp wasn't told to go into still standing here!.."his son admonished ummi subtly by shaking his head slowly because ummi did not change klau meet umma certainly did not know forging to tell stories.
"astaghfirullah ummi forgot son, I'm sorry brother, nak Aqila!." said ummi Maryam was very unkind.
"papa,."umma just returned with a smile.
Asiah glanced at the woman who was near the umma dressed in an expensive robe but impressed simple and inconspicuous but still attract the attention of others with eyeballs that are different colors from them, this is, Asiah assures me it's not fake.
"this son Ning Aqila he's Abi Usman's son-in-law and umma, azmi's wife"
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his umminya explanation made Asiah's chest suddenly tight, something squeezing like a stone made it difficult to breathe but he quickly controlled it all before anyone else noticed it,but it all didn't work out for the queen who was very clear looking at the suddenly panicked and tense face.
"ahem..Hay my name is Asiah!."he tried to accustom himself to Gus Azmi's wife someone whose name he did not mention in his one-third night prayer, he was very happy when he graduated and went home to his native, he was very happy, the main goal is to ask both parents to wave themselves to someone who is very much desired from the past but who would have thought the dream was destroyed when knowing the woman in front of him is the wife of someone who is very yes love, pain, broken, frustration he presses in his heart he tries sincerely with this reality even though sincere it is something that is most difficult to do.