My wife Kumel

Chapter 90 Trailing Arsyla begins

At that time Delia and Alan said goodbye to go home, but Sisi instead told Delia to stay at home because she felt sorry for Delia's situation at that time.

"Where are you going? Just leave Delia at my house, I'll make sure you work Alan. Delia in the villa who's the same. Your maid hasn't come yet?"

"But Si, we're afraid to trouble you with Arpan. That's why we just go home."

"Nobody feels bothered, I'm happy that Delia is in this house!"

"But."

"Have it, don't be afraid. I don't feel bothered by it."

"Yes, that's it. If that's your will."

"Yes." Yeah."

At that time Alan left his wife at Sisi's house, for a while. Because it is the forcing side.

Sisi was happy when at home he did not feel saturated because there was Delia who accompanied him.

The side completely changed, she became such a good woman. And attention, the original sipat emanated again, after marrying a man named Arpan.

In the middle of the conversation, Arsyla peeked at him as if annoyed with the happiness of Sisi and Delia.

Clenching both hands, staring intently at those who were happy.

"Awas aja, soon your happiness will be lost," said softly Arsyla peeking.

Alan who was walking past Arsyla at that moment asked.

"Well, why are you here?"

"Eh, Alan. No, I'm glad to see your happiness, so envious."

Alan shook his head and said, "the spit-up marriage will be rich Mas and wife.

"Well, I was a kid."

"Yes, you've been going to work, you're good at Arpan's house, no matter how Arpan your brother is."

"Yes, thank you."

Alan went to work, and Sisi brought Delia to lie down again in the room.

"Thank you Si, you've been helping me a lot lately."

"It's okay you like to help me too, so we have to help each other."

"Yes, thanks to you I can rest."

"Yes, you rest first. I'll make you some special food, some Sisi."

After hearing Delia and Sisi's conversation.

Arsyla had the idea to pour stomach pain medicine while Sisi was cooking, for Delia.

He had prepared the best traps possible, while living in Arpan's house back then.

As the soup was cooking, Arsyla skidded around, looking left to right as to whether it was still safe. So that he can carry out his actions.

It felt like he could not wait to see Sisi being blamed for his stupidity, making Arsyla even more confident that he could win and destroy Arpan right then and there.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?" ask the side that just came.

"Eh, I'm sorry I didn't accidentally see the soup lengga closed. So afraid it will ripen long!" answer Arsyla. Reasoned.

"Oh, yeah."

Arsyala went away with his cunning seyum, as if winning from what he had done.

You stupid woman, I don't know what you're pouring into my cooking right now. It's a good thing I hurriedly saw you pour the stomach ache powder. Grumbled Sisi.

Ms. Ira came to help Sisi cook, with all her heart, the old woman was like a substitute for a mother for Sisi. He was happy when he was close to Mira. But he was also upset because he saw his evil son.

"Again cook son, want to help mother," said Ira's mother. Friendly to the side.

"By ma'am, but the soup is dead and fit. So I just help Sisi to cook chicken pepper-rica," replied Sisi he got rid of his homemade soup. Because Ira was afraid that Bu would try and experience stomach pain.

"Oh, yes it's the mother who cut her chicken yes," said the old woman grabbed a knife.

Sisi saw Ira Bu so happy, the woman seemed happy to get the hospitality of his nephew's wife.

"Si, thank you. You are a really good woman. Want to accept mom here," said Ms. ira.

Sisi grabbed the shoulder of the old woman next to him and said, "Mother I already consider mother to be my own mother."

Arsyla who saw her mother chat with Sisi, made her heart seem to dislike. He hated the buzz that was emanating from the side at that time.

Glad, he could be that way with my mom, see. Can he be that happy, grumbled Arsyla.

After finishing cooking, Sisi prepared all the dishes on the table with Ms. Ira.

Arsyla who just came suddenly sat down, the mother rounded her eyes and snapped a little, "Arsyla you are not polite."

Arsyla turned her lips together, Sisi went straight to her mother and said, "mom is no papa."

Just then, Sisi poured his homemade Soup over to Arsyla.

"Oh yeah, Arsyla this is mba-made soup. Try you try it. You see, Aunt Diana did not eat, so Aunt Sisi gave it to you specifically," said Sisi poured the soup into Arsyla's plate.

The lentic-eyed woman, dumbstruck. He was confused about what he should do while in the soup it was mixed with stomach pain medication.

"Why? Ko saw that, let's eat. Aunty Sisi has been hard bikinya," said Sisi did not forget to menapilkan seyuman full of falsehood.

"Yes Aunt."

Arsyla, looking at her mother's face. He blinked some eye codes, so that the mother could understand. But Miss Ira, as if to care for her son, because the old woman did not understand the eye code of her son.

"Loh, let's dong eat," said Sisi.

"Yes, aunt."

That's when Arsyla fed the soup. There was a sense of resentment haunting his heart and mind at that moment.

Why, his fate was really unlucky back then, he had to eat the soup that he had mixed up stomach pain medicine.

"What a good way, right?"

"Enak aunty!"

Sisi poured some more soup into Arsyla's bowl at the time.

Rasaain is delicious I work so be a child do not be reckless. Grumbled Sisi.

Suddenly Arsyla's stomach felt an excruciating pain, as if she could not bear the pain. It hurt that he ran to the toilet.

"Well, what's wrong with Arsyla."

Ms. Ira looked shocked, seeing her son who ran as fast as possible into the bathroom.

"I'm sorry I have a stomachache."

Arsyla sat down and a few minutes later felt pain in her stomach.

"Arshla you're okay." Sisi asked and pretended attention.

"It's okay aunt."

It's good to work back with Arsyla.