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Joan wanted to leave her job

Siril looked at Joan with a red face. While her husband, who only according to what his young wife said, was still waiting for the reaction of the woman who succeeded in bewitching him ten years ago. He forgot his wife and son, as well as giving up how much treasure the woman who is currently unable to afford to be happy to the maximum on the bed.Then he is now just like a toothless cow shuffled his nose. According to what the woman said before fifty years, thirty years brought her age.

"I'm sorry Auntie, I want to find a good and lawful job, it has been almost five years I serve Aunty business." said Joan who did not get a salary in terms of her dirty work, unless sufficient tuition costs, sufficient needs, and can be security protection. As agreement. If he has a little money is a gift from aunty who satisfied him on the instruction Cyril.

"But you have not been able to work, Jo, later if you can just stop, after all they are still very fond of you, "said Siril who did not willingly release Joan, Joan, because the women were still willing to wait to be able to date Joan. That way, then the coffers of money will still flow into his account.

Joan shook her head, "I need

mental preparation, Auntie, before work, for that I have to rest and prepare my health, "he said can not be persuaded anymore, he said, after all, the agreement of all employment contracts that are not clear what time it was signed must indeed end once he graduated from college.

.."Jo, don't you like those who still adore you so much?" Cyril asked as if Joan would leave a group of students who so needed her presence for the sake of science, or for the sake of good.

"Aunty should have come the time to awaken them to accept their husbands, and to stop the act of being truly enraged by God, Auntie.." Joan's heart spoke, worried to anger Cyril, but, instead, she was, if the woman is offended, she doesn't care, she's telling the truth.

True indeed Siril's face immediately showed his anger, even though he did not make a sound.

."Jo, you shouldn't dare speak so presumptuously to the person who helped you. Try if you weren't brought here by my wife, maybe your life was bad. Manamaybe it could be college like now, it could be that you used to be tortured and used as a milk cow they are looking for money!" Siril's husband's old man was angry, he felt he had to defend his wife. No one can offend the wife. As a man he must protect the authority of his wife.

"I'm sorry, Om, I didn't offend anyone. I'm just telling the truth. And I have accepted my fate, but we must fight to improve it, otherwise God will not change our fate if we do not try to change it. I'm so sorry, Om..." Joan is not angry when the man who deserves to be her grandfather. Really he knew the man just wanted to seem there was still meaning in front of his wife who had repeatedly cheated with his personal bodyguard.

"Already, Pa, "said Siril turned to her husband, "Papa enter the end of the break later his asthma relapsed if not can nahan sael, let this be Mama's business with Joan..."

Whether it was true that he was worried about his asthma, or obedient to his wife, the rich man stood up, and without a sound left his wife Joan. The man, but now just like a living doll, blinked and saw, but could do nothing, all under Siril's control, except for the free breathing he did.

Siril. He knew it was hard to influence Joan to remain obedient. Their agreement was in time. But I'm not willing to release Joan in the wild without her control.

So Joan was determined to work halal. Find her mother, and find her sister.

"Lust me I won't forget Auntie, we'll still be friends, and every once in a while I come here or to the bar, "in the end Joan is soft, "I'll find my sister and my mother. They're my family and I need to find them. I miss them, I'm worried about their situation, Auntie, please be understood..."

The meeting ended with each other showing sad faces. Joan stepped in the gaze of Cyril who had to lose her great income from Joan's sweat

*

Dodi the fifty-five-year-old man was furious. His breathing is irregular. Her eyes turned red and almost jumped out staring at the photo in her trembling tanga, where half-naked Liza was in the arms of the man who was also bare-chested. They were in a blanket on a bed in a room.

Dodi's anger can no longer be held back. As soon as he saw his wife who was so possessed it had just come traveling.

"Papa.." as usual Lisa who had no premonition, being spoiled, immediately tangled on the shoulder of Dodi who stood looking at him. And when he wanted to kiss the cheek of the husband who really only he loved the money, there was a rejection. Only the beautiful young woman was surprised. Not usually her rich husband behaves like that. The day never once shunned him, nor was he rude.

"What's the matter, dear...?" Duh merdunya Lisa's voice that always melenakan Dodi in all things. Usually hearing the melodious siara seduce like this, Dodi did not linger long to let the woman who had made him cheat from the pure love of the wife, just staring at each other. Everything in Lisa is a magnet that has made her fall asleep. In his fifty-five year old age again flowed young spirit. And in the end he felt himself mighty.

But now it was precisely he pushed Lisa who hugged him tightly, even Dodi tried not to obey the jolt of his male soul according to Lisa's eye cues. And he succeeded. For him as beautiful and attractive as any woman if it has cheated, there is no more meaning.

"What's up, Pa, let's go to the room maybe Papa's out of work, huh, so this is it?" Persuade Lisa full of question marks, because the man he had managed to snatch from his wife, so adored him. "Yuk.sadang.." again his kiss was rejected.

The word room is very powerful for Lisa. Dodi will bend his knees there. But this time the word potent is no longer influential. Even Dodi who usually behave friendly do not want to be away from him, even look like a brother in love, is now fierce. Both eyes were angry. Staring at him with embers ready to swallow him to dust.

"It...!!" Dodi dumps a photo of Lisa in a blanket with a man (Joan).

"Oh...!" Lisa slipping.

Dodi's out of the room.

Lisa's hands were looking at the photo in her hands. Who did this?!

"I adore you all day. I left my wife to be happy for both of us." rang Dodi's words when proposing to her. "Everything you want, money, possessions, I'm sure to obey, so long as there's no cheating..."

*

Joan's getting ready to move out. Of course looking for cheap costs, it is not borne by Siril anymore all his needs. But this makes it more comfortable. He was like apart from the pierigan tons of embers that were ready to pulverize it.

"Thank God for the life you have given. Forgive everything that this gamba did. Please lead the servant to the right path..."

Joan knew her sin was great. It cannot be erased just by begging for mercy. He knew there was a punishment to be endured at the end of his life. He understood the suction over him must have been very painful after his death. The namub that torments his heart even more today, is his shame and contempt before the Most Possessing of the universe which has given him the breath of life, the One God.

Her tears of sadness and regret for having gone so far lost.

"If there were a law today that could cleanse the sins of your servants, O God, I would be sincere, but I know it is not so easy that death will melt my sins into You..."

Stepping out the luxurious cost that has been given by Siril as a facility. I don't know where he's going to stay. And before he decided to look for the cost he stopped at a house of worship. Listening to the divine qalam from the terrace of the mosque.

There was a soft sigh in his heart. At once there was a shiver of fear that was not the reed of the cross in his chest during a lecture about the recipient of the punishment for sinners.

"But Allah Subhanahu wata is all-forgiving. Prostrate pardon for our sins, and do not do it again." Ustadz's words make Joan's heart still have hope.

So when the congregational prayer began, he rushed into the house of the Lord, after he had abluted. And at the end of his prayer he unknowingly sobbed as he begged for forgiveness for all he had done so far.

Some people looked at him with a look. But some just nodded and smiled at what happened to him.

Joan continued and continued to pray for the forgiveness of her Lord. His heart was well established that surrender in the name of God was best.

After almost an hour of recitation and prayer asking forgiveness for the sin that had covered him, someone offered a glass.

Joan tilted her head.

"Drink, son, you have been praying ever since." apparently the ustadz who was preaching noticed Joan who was very fervent in prayer.

"Thank you Mr. Ustadz, "so soon Joan spent a glass of water giving Mr. Ustadz. It just so happens that his throat feels dry.

"Where's the kid?" Ustadz sat next to Joan.

"Not from around here, Mr. Ustadz, "then Joan shifted her seat facing the ustadz. "Thank you Mr. Ustadz. I am Jo, complete Joan Johan, "your courtesy Joan extended her hand at the friendly ustadz.

"I'm Rahman, yes, they call me Ustadz Rahman, "Oh Nak Jo is doing.journey?"

Joan nodded, "Yes, Mr. Ustadz, "suddenly for a moment, then looked at the ustadz who was about forty-five years old.

"Sir Ustadz..."

"Yes, "

"I'm sorry, Mr Ustadz Rahman can I ride here maybe one to two hours?"

Ustadz Rahman smiled, "Please young man, "

..."Thank you Mr. Ustadz Rahman, "it's great that Joan got permission to unwind in the mosque. It could be that he sits sweetly in the cafe samvil enjoying milk coffee, or chek in at the hotel while thinking about where to spend, in his wallet there is still money to use his needs, although not much. But he was interested in rest in the mosque only, all he worshiped solemnly.

And without knowing it Joan Siril had prepared two loyal people, followed him.

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