My husband Sad Boy

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"Peja.. hiks" Iis squatted Puja's hug.

"You why Is?" ask Puja who is confused. Come Iis crying, don't-y finished being be*gal.

"Let's sit down first, the story slowly." Puja asked Iis. They both sat in guest seats. After that Iis told all her problems to Puja. He also offered his motorbike for Puja to buy because at this time he really needed a lot of money.

"On that Puja said it used to be the same kang Sofyan yes. Puja telfon kang Sofyan. The person is still being patched" Puja said, taking out her phone and contacting Sofyan.

A few moments later...

Sofyan goes home with Mahmud because there is a thing left in his house.

"Assalamu'alaikum?" hello Sofyan. Puja looked up and kissed Sofyan's hand.

"Vaalaikumsalam. This Kang Iis someone wants to talk said he." said Puja.

"What conversation?" sofyan asked confused, let alone seeing Iis's face that was as swollen as crying.

"Sit down first." take Puja. Sofyan sat next to Puja while Mahmud sat on the porch's head while sharpening his ears. He was quite. kepo, what is the matter between Sofyan and the foreign woman. Iis began to tell about the incident and his intention to sell a motorbike to Sofyan to finance the treatment of his sister who is currently being treated at the hospital and must be immediately in surgery. Sofyan muttered and also concerned about the disaster that befell the Iis family.

"Actually I already have a motorcycle, and not so necessary as well. But yeah, nothing, how much money do you need?" ask Sofyan.

"Not yet know kang, but usually the cost kang" replied Iis.

"Yes anyway, you do not try to take care of the local village or take care of the papers are not able? " ask Sofyan.

"Udah kang, but could not be sudden. The RS party does not nerima kang." explained Iis. Sofyan again fondled and then took Puja into his room for a while to be invited to negotiate. While Iis was still sitting in the guest chair on the terrace of Sofyan's house with Mahmud who sat on the terrace.

"What class of students have had an accident?" ask Mahmud. Than bored, no chat.

"Class 2 Junior High" replied Iis.

"What's the fall?" ask Mahmud.

"In boncengin the cement kang, but the temenya mah not so severe just bruises" replied Iis.

"Oh, I'm concerned, yes, hopefully his sister will recover. Hmm are you getting Puja tea?" mahmud asked curiously.

"Yes, the gig." Iis replied. Mahmoud surprised. And all that can not be separated from the vision of Iis. it seems that everyone who hears his profession as a biduan displays the same expression. Is that his job? if you can choose he will also choose another job, but because he is only a graduate of elementary school and also his younger siblings are still small and need considerable financial support to send them to school, I was forced to take up this profession. His father is no longer there, his mother is also often sickly so inevitably he is the backbone for his family.

"Oh.." Mahmud simply ber oh ria and returned to silent mode. Iis did not take heart and just kept silent to see Mahmud's expression that changed immediately.

"Is.." said Puja.

"Eh Puja." answered Iis who immediately realized from her daydream. Iis felt astonished when she saw the appearance of Puja and Sofyan who had changed clothes and looked neat.

"Let's go to the hospital." Puja.

"How come?" Iis confused.

"Your motorbike is left here, we use the impression car" said Puja.

"means you... "

"Yes, let kang Sofyan pay for his medical expenses. Kang Sofyan has a lot of money, hehe" Puja said.

"really? " ask Iis with glazed eyes.

"Yes really." replied Puja. Iis hugged Puja.

"Thank you Puja." said Iis while sobbing sobbing at him.

"Yes equally.you calm down yes, all problems have a way out, do not panic and despair." Answer Puja.

"Kang, how do I go?" chirps Mahmud.

"Oh yes I forgot." said Sofyan while chuckling.

"I take the goods first." said Sofyan.

"Yes kang." Mahmud replied as he occasionally glanced at Iis. Somehow Mahmud felt interested in iis. My eyes and her shady face make Iis look sweet and spoiled. Puja who felt Mahmud steal a look at his best friend immediately mengulum smile. Well, it looks like he's going to get a new job as a matchmaker!

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While in other places there are a pair of newlyweds who are struggling to gulp the pleasure of heaven in the world. The couple was none other than Risma and Ilyas.

The room that had been neat and clean was now messy with clothes scattered everywhere, Ilyas really 'tortured' Risma with his hand skills that made Risma continue to gap. Until after several unification and several times Ilyas spilled his seed in the womb of Risma finally he fell and lay beside Risma.

Cup

"Thank you dear." said Ilyas after gently tasting Risma's head at a glance.

"Yes mas. You welcome. Oh yes mas, Risma wants masakin opor for mom, Risma wants to see mom.." said Risma lirih.

"Yes, we went to Mom's house, we tried to get her blessing. But if it turns out the results are not in accordance with what we expect you do not be sad and desperate, try again okay" said Ilyas.

"Yes" answered Risma.

"Oh yes, mas Ilyas there is little money for business capital, the day after the plan to open a food stall on the market the same temen mas Ilyas, you are not okay if left alone at home? just morning till evening, not till night." asked Ilyas.

"Yes, nothing. Risma nurut mas Ilyas aja." replied Risma.

"If bosen at home mas Ilyas anter to the house Puja yes, what to your other cement house." bargained Ilyas.

"Risma wants to sell food in the central terrace deh mas, around the cynic of many children. Than idle." replied Risma.

"Aren't you tired?" ask Ilyas.

"No, Risma used to cook. It was also Risma's hobby." replied Risma.

"Yes whatever is important you are happy, if tired of rest. Don't miss it." Ilyas's message.

"Yes mas. Where's the money?" risma asked as she extended her hand.

"Jeez, there is no patience" said Ilyas while chuckling. Ilyas took the money from inside his wallet and gave some red sheets to Risma.

"Thank you mas, Risma seneng deh can be a living inner birth simultaneously" said Risma.

"Either. Do'akan mas Ilyas yes so that his business smoothly so that he can buy his own house does not contract anymore" said Ilyas.

"Yes, Risma must be praying." replied Risma.

"Mas Ilyas also felt indebted to Sofyan and Puja, the fish who died poisoned and the inheritance money of the house Puja and Ratna also used Ilyas mas for fun. Hopefully this effort goes and Ilyas mas can replace the money." said Ilyas while staring at the ceiling of his room. He remembered his past actions. While Risma herself can only lean her head on Ilyas' chest. He was pleased that Ilyas had truly confessed his sins and intended to compensate for all the losses caused by his actions.

"I'm sorry Ris, Ilyas is causing too much trouble in your life" Ilyas said.

"No, let the past pass, the important thing is now we focus on arranging the future and improving all that. And one more, sometime if there is sustenance we also see the son of Ilyas mas, what's his name is mas?" ask Risma.

"Ikhsan." answered Ilyas.

"Iya Ikhsan's. We go to Jakarta sometime. Risma also wants to know Ikhsan." said Risma.

"Yes, next time Ilyas knows it." replied Ilyas.

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