MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 75

We entered the courtyard of the mosque which was still in the construction stage, saw us in sexy and fashionable clothes, many builders stopped their work, instead at a boisterous cheer. Viska walked up to an old man sitting watching the workers.

"Excuse me sir, can I see the caretaker of this mosque?"

"oh can mbak, I call you a minute first" replied the old man reached into his phone from his pocket, then called someone.

"Assalamualaikum, this Tad there are people who want to meet you"

"Who are you, sir?"

"I don't know Tad, a pretty girl and some girl friends too"

"Huh, girl? wait a minute sir, I'll be there" replied one person behind the phone. While waiting, Viska looked around the state of the building. Not to forget Viska's friends are busy observing the workers who are still down-to-earth, talking about the beautiful girls in the courtyard of the mosque.

"Juooo, cute juooo girl" shouted one worker while carrying a mortar round.

"Well, not my class. Not strong to buy powder" said someone who was fun to install ceramics.

"If I get a wife like that, every day wear a holster and keep kang, do not have time to wear CiDi. Hahaha" said the other.

Viska just smiles at the care of the workers.

"Oh, whose father is he?"

"oh I'm a foreman who's believed here mbak?" replied the old man, and before long someone came riding a motorcycle of charisma.

"Assynogaal?"

"Waalaikumsalam Tad, here are some people looking for you" replied the old man at the porch greeting the handsome young Ustad.

"I'm sorry, there's a need to look for me" asked the handsome Ustad who is known as Syifa, Syifa Maulana iskandaria a very young Ustad village, and the person in trust becomes the head of the mosque manager.

"It's okay mas, me and friends just want to give this up" Viska replied while handing over the money that was obtained from the mall Adi nude.

"Subhanallah! a lot of mbak! if you can tell, what's her mother's name? let me note on the list of mosque donors" said Ustad Syifa amazed Viska, who is young, beautiful and generous.

"Not to be noted, just enter it as sodaqoh. Yes, I and my friends excuse me sir, mas Ustad" said Viska stepped away and was soon on the road riding his metick bike. Ustad Syifa and the old Father looked at Viska, so that it was not visible from view. After escorting her friends back to her habitat, Viska goes on to return home.

"Ah, tired of having fun with friends, nyampe my house immediately sleep aja" murmured Viska on the road.

"About until the house got hit by the father no yes, this morning did Madam Fatimah crash into the house and make my family ashamed"

Viska breathed deeply.

"Assynogaal?"

"daughter one is difficult to set, make parents embarrassed only"

Viska was amazed to see Mr. Mujab was also at home, to cover the taste of his nature Viska entered the house and greet everything in the house.

"You sit here, someone wants to talk" exclaimed the father, when he saw Viska wanted to cook the room. Lazily Viska sat next to the father.

"What's up, sir?"

"this Mr. Lamin wants to say" the voice of the father felt heavy and hoarse, glancing at Viska with growl. Because from the first its nature never changed. Stay Ndablek.

"Pak Lamin said, "Pak Lamin opened my voice, my feelings are not good to see this kind of situation.

"Mujab can not continue your engagement, because the Father and family heard that Nak Viska has cervical cancer. And reportedly people who have the disease, can not have children" said Mr. Lamin, Viska can only keep his eyes closed, holding his sadness.

"When people are married, the married people who are looking for are descendants. Once again, Mujab's father's son can not continue this engagement, aka canceled" said Mr. Lamin with certainty. Viska bowed her head, holding back with all her might, so that the tears would not flood her eyes. Feeling tight in the chest, only the sound of his breathing was heard hunting.

"Pantesan, Mujab always berkilah, and always buy time, when asked when to marry me. This is what Mujab had planned. Hecock you Mujab!! await my vengeance. I'm sorry you, I've exhausted your whole family" anger rumbles on Viska's chest, Clenching her rustling teeth, Viska tries to hold back her emotions that are now overflowing with hair.

"For the previous proposal, which we have given, do not need to be returned to Viska. And once again we and the family apologize to Mr. Dullah's family, and you want Viska" continued Mr. Lamin, after a brief pleasantry Mr. Lamin pampit home. Viska is frozen, her feelings are broken.

People who have been respected, obeyed, all their needs met, even in the love of hundreds of millions of capital, now dump it. After Mr. Lamin came home, Mr. Dullah immediately went from his seat without a word and left Viska who was silent sculpting. Can get up from his seat, without energy and walk gontai, Viska slammed his body into the mattress. His mind was extremely chaotic, his tears flowing slowly soaking through both corners of his eyes.

"When I can be happy like everyone else, why do so many problems come and go" Viska lamented in her sobs.

"Children don't know in profit, it usually embarrasses the family. Just this morning hit by someone's wife, now decided on fiancee" said the father in the room, next to Viska's room. So that the words of his parents are still heard Viska clearly.

"Patience sir, Viska don't go on, pity her. It is not wrong Viska also has cervical cancer, we should give support to Viska, so as not to fragile the soul of her body" said Mamak gave understanding to the Father.

"Oh, it's usually just bothering the parents. Take care of your son, I'm going to sleep"

The more tears flowed, it felt like Viska was spilling her sigh on someone who could hold all her burdens. But to whom? is it possible that Prasetyo still wants to hear my complaint? This morning, I almost made a scene at his house.

"I need a backrest, I need a support that can make me strong" said Viska in tears that always wet her beautiful eyes.

The night was getting late, Viska's heart had melted into small pieces. In the fragility of his soul today, only the LORD can help him.

"Yes ROBBI, Forgive all my sins, heal my sickness, make me a perfect woman who can give birth to obedient servants who worship MU"

Viska honors the Creator with Khusyu and solemn, until it does not feel like it has been lulled into a dream with a white mucena.

continue to support my work and do not forget to follow yes brother, thanks.