My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 100. Invitation

(POV) Zahra

This afternoon also finished catching the eel and told the workers to take him to the village of Meltereng, I and my family and father-in-law also said goodbye to go home to the village of Padang Sawit. Zahwa immediately kissed her hands and hugged my brother and mother.

"Zahwa go home first, be careful at home, grandfather and grandmother do not fight later not to go to heaven, "the words of Zahwa make us all frown. I just remembered that was the advice I often gave him every time I went to school, geez, it turns out that this boy is so smart that he caught what he always advised his parents. As a parent, I am very proud of him.

"Yes!. grandma and grandpa will not fight because grandma and grandpa are old, already, can not fight" said Abah while stroking Zahwa's hair while chuckling.

After everyone got into the car, Dewanta began to drive his car from Padang Gatah village to Padang Sawit village. Arriving at Padang Sawit village we drove father and mother first to his house, because mother was impatient to cook eels. Then go home to our own house. Zahwa who had started to sleep went straight to his bed, while I put my son who was asleep in my arms in a baby bed. Brother Dewanta I saw me grabbing a towel alley hanging in his place.

In the morning, the sunlight shines so brightly. Drying the wet leaves from the rain last night. Mas Dewanta is ready with his work vehicle to go to the garden to watch the workers who are harvesting palm oil.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of an old vehicle that the longer the sound closer. I who was carrying my son was about to take Zahwa to his school and then leave my second child to the mother-in-law because at home there is a sister in-law who is ready to take care of my son Deza. Mas Dewanta paid a nanny for Deza and took place at the mother-in-law's house so that she could watch over our children.

"Tumben you kasini Santo, usually also meet directly in the garden," my husband rebuked Santo one of his men who worked in the garden as a palm oil pendodos who had just come down from his old motorcycle.

"This sir there is an invitation from the former affair of the father of Dikebun," said Santo Sembari stepped closer to the brother of Dewanta, his hand was put in his bag, seemed to be taking the invitation.

I was astonished to hear the words of Saint. Immediately I stepped closer to him and took out the invitation paper he had in hand. After I read it turned out that it was the wedding invitation of Juita and Edi, they were the children of Dewanta. I immediately handed the invitation to Brother Dewanta by throwing it. Immediately I stepped hurriedly towards the vehicle and immediately drove my vehicle by piggybacking Zahwa behind me. Once I had the lyrics of the face of Saint who suddenly pale and brother Dewanta who immediately scolded Saint.

I'm not angry or jealous. I know how the story of Juita who so aggressively approached brother Dewanta. I also know Mr. Dewanta is not a cheap man who likes to throw semen carelessly.

I pretended to be angry for the sake of pranking Santo so as not to speak. For the words spoken by the Saint are like a poison that can destroy one's household.

At exactly seventy-thirty minutes I reached Zahwa school, after he said goodbye, Zahwa immediately ran to his friends who were walking to class. With a happy smile I waved my hand at Zahwa who was looking at me. I then drove my vehicle to my mother-in-law's house to leave Deza.

About ten minutes at eight, I have set foot in Paut Buah Hati Bunda school, where I look for rupiah as compensation I educate the next generation of the nation.

"Yes, of course, ageless, the wife of a lot of money palm oil" said the mother in blue hood.

"Not all young wives, there are also those who quickly died of a heart attack rich wife Hamdan sir who died because her husband was killed as much as his mistress," said Bude Munah my in-law neighbor who was waiting for his grandson.

"It turns out that his son, Mr. Hamdan, was the same as his mistress, he had worked with Mr. Dewanta so pembrondol, his name was Santi, his people seemed to follow in the footsteps of his mother like ngrecoki household people," the mother whose blue shirt was chimed in.

I was surprised to hear that Santi pembrondol in the garden of Dewanta's brother who had resigned was the son of the late sir Hamdan, a palm oil businessman who now most of his land was purchased by my father-in-law. I would like to ask you more about Santi's origins but the bells are already ringing signs lessons are about to begin.

This afternoon after returning home to teach, I invited Zahwa at SDN Padang Sawit and then invited Deza at the mother-in-law's house.

Arriving home I was surprised because Brother Dewanta had been waiting for me in the house. I saw his face look tense. While saying my regards I went straight into the room to put Deza to sleep. Zahwa went into his room to complete schoolwork.

After a few minutes, the village had fallen asleep, apparently so sleepy after playing with her sisters and grandmother.

When I was about to get up from the bed it turned out that brother Dewanta had been sitting next to me. Suddenly Brother Dewanta hugged me while kissing the forehead so reverently.

"Darling please listen to my explanation, between me and Juita there is nothing to do, Santo just joking, he is like that, if joking like to miss. Maybe he really likes to joke all he wants," still holding my body in his arms, brother Dewanta continued to explain to me about Santo's joke this morning. I really want to laugh loudly. But I hold for a moment, suddenly caught in my mind want to prank brother Dewanta.

"Surely sister has nothing to do, instead Juita desperately wants to reach for the love of Dewanta. What a sister does not love to miss such a beautiful opportunity, feel the beauty of Juita's body curves are so sexy and make the hormone testosterone in the body of the sister more active," I said with a tone I made as young as possible.

"Geez Zahra, I am not the cheap man you accuse me of. You should know baby, I've always put my eyes on every woman I meet. Or if I have to talk to women, I just look as necessary, just to maintain good manners. So I never looked at Juita's body shape, how could I enjoy the curves of his body let alone until my testosterone hormone is active. Remember Zahra I have never desired the body of any woman except that of my wife . Please trust me dear," said the sister of Dewanta with choked breath, her eyes reddened with tears, I felt the touch of her hand tremble.

"Sorry brother, do I have to just believe in the words of brother. Everyone needs proof, if between brother and him there is never a special relationship. It is fitting that lately brother rarely touches me, apparently he has found a narrower rat hole with greener grass. I realized my sister as a woman who has been pregnant and given birth twice. Surely my rat hole is getting wider with grass that is increasingly arid due to lack of care.

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