My wife's lover

chapter 92

Today it's back in court on David's case and his father's. I just kept watching because today I just have to listen to the judge's decision.

Somehow as good as what Legal Counsellor leased by Lisa until the punishment for her husband and in-laws was cut to fifteen months only. I want to protest but yes. At least they've been punished for what they did to my daughter. And hopefully the punishment they receive can have a deterrent effect.

But it turns out that the decision of the Court of Justice still does not make my ex-wife happy. He kept making a fuss in the courtroom and asked for his husband to be released.

Lisa was forced out of the courtroom.

After the trial was over, I rushed out to go home. But as I was walking towards the parking lot, it turned out that Lisa was nearby. He chased me while yelling at me.

"Mas Anto!" he shouted and stood up against me.

"Go, Lisa! Don't bother me!" my firmness.

His eyes looked at me with a stern look, "Your content is ruining my family's life, huh?!" hysterical shouting.

I who did not want to be the center of attention immediately left the woman with half a run to the car and then rushed forward the car to leave the court.

Lisa kept shouting my name.

I went back to the minimarket. Focus on the effort that sustains my family's life rather than thinking about anything else. The construction of the house we bought at that time was almost finished only the construction of the upper floor.

Unlike usual minimarket looks more crowded. The price of goods that are increasing does not make me participate raise the price because all goods are still in old stock. Buyers shop here. Even all employees have been buying first to coincide with their payday time.

"I haven't been shopping, nih," complained Adit, one of the employees at the warehouse.

"Loh, why?" ask friend.

"Money for my mother's treatment!"

"Hhhmm, just buy a little mumpung goods have not been on board the same Pak Anto! It doesn't end all your salary for mother's treatment."

"Yes, anyway. Just look at it later. Buyers queue it's like queueing for free!"

"Well, that's it!"

They laugh together.

I just smiled at Adit and his friend in the barn. I will not raise the price. The price goes up just a little. I had an interview last night with my wife. And I'm sure minimarket will not suffer losses because even though the price of many goods that rise, still we will benefit even if not as much as other sellers.

I then control the construction of the minimarket. The plan is to order a guardrail for the upper floor and stairs from Pak Sugi's workshop will be delivered today. While waiting for them, I will do my daily tasks as usual.

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A month has passed. Minimarket construction is complete. Thankfully, my wife was satisfied with the work of the artisans. Everything was as he expected.

"Where's darling? You likey?" ask me while accompanying my wife around from the bottom floor to the top floor.

"Like it, mom!" answer with a smile.

"Thank God if you like it, yank!"

"Mas, we'll have a big thanks, okay? I want to invite the kids from the orphanage."

"Yes, honey. I agree with you."

"When is the best time?"

"We'll look at the situation first, yank. But according to the day we take Friday only, how?"

My wife nodded, "Yes, mas. I concur. But what afternoon is it, mas? Just in the minimarket, huh?"

"According to the mas it's better afternoon, yank. Don't be in a hurry!"

"Yes, mom!"

After a few days. The day that awaited arrived. After the new minimarket has been filled with items that will be sold, we so hold a thanksgiving. My wife had already ordered various dishes and food for consumption after the event was over. Not to forget also inviting children from the orphanage.

It started with a welcome from my wife. I was also asked to speak in front of a crowd. I was really embarrassed and nervous at first but grateful, my wife gave me encouragement and support and I was finally able to.

After the core event was over, we had a meal. My wife invited no less than fifty children from the orphanage. My wife had also prepared a parcel and an ampope to be brought home by them. After they finished eating, they were then driven home by a car that had been rented by my wife.

"Dad, I want to play at the minimarket above, huh?" pinta Alya while tugging at my hand.

"Yes, kid. In the same company, huh?"

He nodded, "Yes, yeah."

I took my daughter upstairs. Everything sold upstairs is almost complete. Melly's sister was placed in the cashier upstairs as she requested when asked by my wife. Although shy, he finally wants to be honest if in the warehouse feels uncomfortable because he is often alone with men who are not mahramnya.

After my daughter was satisfied to go around, we went back to the office.

"Alya didn't take anything there?" ask wife.

My daughter shook her head, "No, bun."

"If there's anything Alya likes to take it's okay."

"Hmm, yes bun. I just liked the hair ribbon but I didn't take it."

"The goods are sold. The time I took it?"

"It's okay, later Alya's pocket money stay dad reduce!" gurauku while laughing.

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I don't think my daughter's been in therapy for a month and that means she's been in therapy eight times and it's time to go back to medical rehab. At eight, we were already queuing in front of the medical rehab.

"It's a long time, yeah?" my daughter complained when she saw the number of patients waiting in line.

"This is God, no. I've already signed up early in the morning" I replied.

Shortly after that my daughter's name was called. We consulted the same doctor again at that time.

"Hello, Alya. How's things?" ask the doctor friendly.

Alya smiled with a slightly tense face, "Alhamdulilah well, doc."

"How has his leg made any progress?"

"Thank God, you can walk one or two steps!" replied daughter.

"Alhamdulillah, yes." said the doctor.

My daughter's leg was examined by a doctor.

"Alhamdulillah is already this good. Let me help you stand up!"

The doctor lowered her legs from a wheelchair and helped her to stand up. Stand up to how long my daughter can afford.

After standing for a few minutes, Alyar looked exhausted.

"Saucer, doc!" his weakness.

The doctor sat Alya in a wheelchair.

"Alhamdulillah Alya was able to stand for a few minutes without holding. That means Alya just needs a little more time to be able to walk as usual. It may only take a few treatments."

"Alhamdulillah!" sahutku.

"At home should also practice often, yes!"

"Yes, doctor. Dad used to train me at home!"

After the completion of the medical rehab, we again queued in the therapy room. Because my daughter has come to this place several times, she now has peers who are also diligent in doing therapy. But his friend had been since the age of one year doing therapy because he was a special child.

"When do I go to my house, huh?" take my daughter.

"Yes, I said it was okay with mom" she replied.

The little girl named Melati was not too fluent in speaking even though she was eight years old. In addition to participating in physiotherapy, Melati also took other therapies as well so she could reach noon in the hospital.

"OK, shit!" sahut.

"Do you have a mobile number?" ask Melati.

"Handphones? I don't like to use a cell phone!" replied daughter.

"Well, I don't like cell phones either. My mom says cell phone light isn't good for my eyes."

"Oh that?"

"Yes. My old eyes can see clearly. Mama said, I could only see clearly when I was two."

"Well, you've only seen two years old?"

Melati nodded, "Yes,"

"Oohh," Alya just nodded. He looks confused.

Shortly after, my daughter's name was called to the therapy room.

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