Naughty Wife Ustad Handsome
Mother Taste of Stepmother
That night at the house of Grandma Syahira, Syahira's mother named Tamara was sitting in the courtyard of the house while sipping a cup of coffee. Soon Grandma Syahira appeared from behind the door to Tamara. He sat down next to Tamara.
“How are you doing now?” The grandmother looked at Tamara seriously.
Tamara slowly sipped her coffee, with a heavy sigh she then answered the question from her mother.
“I don't care, tell him who he's playing with his girlfriend that night. After all, if you run out of money, he will also come back again.” Tamara swerved, still angry at her daughter. Somehow among his three daughters only Syahira is the one Tamara hates the most.
“Did he already know the news about his father?”
“He must have known about it from the news. All of Vir's assets have been confiscated, he must have also left the Villa. Mostly he now lives in the house of his friend or his girlfriend.”
“Why are you acting like that to your own son. She's your flesh and blood Tamara.”
“Ya, but she's not Vir.”'s biological child Tamara keceplosan tell the truth about Shahira to her mother.
“What? How could? Do not-don't...., after the incident on the night of the new year you have been pregnant with the son of a bastard? And Yes, Yes...”.
“Yes, Sya is the son of that damned bastard. Vir never became suspicious when he found out that I was pregnant at the age of our marriage of one month. He also never asked the doctor about my age. Where maybe the workaholic guy would bother to know that.”
“But Syahira is the most dear Vir child and you know for yourself if most of his legacy falls into the hands of Syahira.”
“Then I never liked him. Since she was born, Vir has been moving away from me. He loved that bastard more than me. He also gave a different kind of affection to our other children. Everything is always Syahira, Syahira the main thing. If only he knew the truth then I don't know what would happen.”
“Don't, don't tell the truth. You'll be in danger if you tell the truth. Let it all stay this way. But you should start looking for Tamara, too. He hasn't been home for days.”
“I don't have to bother looking for it. Tomorrow I will attend the press conference held by the reporters. There I'll make a little drama about the news of losing my son. After that everything is in order.”
“Why do you always behave like this Tamara? Aren't you tired?”
“Tired said Mother? Why didn't Mom ask that question before she decided to match me up with Sadavir? Why now huh?”
That night Grandma left Tamara alone in her yard. His daughter was his only purti. Not expecting if he had raised his only daughter it became like this.If time could be repeated, Grandma hoped if she could raise Tamara into a woman that was much different from now. Now it is only regret that saddles Grandma's heart and mind.
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After hearing the news from the TV, Syamir immediately asked for information from Syahira. Syahira seemed upset mixed with emotions. He had been angry with his mother before but had never been this angry.
“Sya forgive Syam yes for making Sya family anxious. Syam promised to return Syahira soon. Tonight, God willing, Syahira must have reached home. Syam hope Ibu Sya has not reported the police.”
“That woman always pisses me off. What other reckless actions did he now create? He pretended to care about me in front of reporters to the point of taking the trouble to report to the police when in reality he even wished I never returned to his life.”
“Astagfirullah, istigfar Sya. I can't say that to my biological mother. She gave birth to Sya and raised Sya.”
“Birth mother? What kind of biological mother treats her biological child like a stepchild or a collect child? I even suspected if I wasn't his real son.”
“Sya, remember, do not get carried away by seducing the devil. Hatred and misgivings and prejudice are whispers of the devil. Good or bad, he is the parent of Sya, who Sha must respect.”
“You are easy to say that because you were raised by a mother who sincerely loves you Syam. You never know Syam.”
Syahira was still angry and upset, however Shamir tried to calm him he was still angry. The journey is now getting further, soon Syahira and Syamir will arrive in Jakarta. Syamir almost felt relieved to have delivered Syahira safely. But his feelings turned sad when he remembered having to part with Syahira. Is Syamir really willing to release Syahira just like that. He never knew, only to God did he give up everything.
The car that Syamir and Syahira were riding in now stopped inexplicably. The driver approached them shortly. It turned out that the driver had to drop off some vegetables that had been ordered by someone who lived in this area. Shamir helps to lower the vegetables. The person who ordered the vegetables turned out to be the owner of one of the boarding houses in this place. Syamir then regretted it.
“Antum and wife antum also want to go to Jakarta?” Ask the guy.
“Kok You know that woman is my wife?” Shamir.
“Yes of course. Antum seems like a good person, and how can a good person like antum travel with a non-mahram, is it true?”
“Hehe.”
“By ana give a little wejangan make antum?”
“Oh certainly can sir, I am very happy to receive it.”
“Wedding is not easy. Unite two different heads into one. Marriage is worship. Anyone who has become our partner and accompanied us in sailing the household ark is already the best choice of God. Sometimes what we think is good is not necessarily good according to God, and vice versa. Leave everything to God, ask God for guidance. Let Allah guide you in sailing the household ark.”
“how difficult the waves that will hit the ship never ever to jump from the ship. The water that hits the ark from the outside will not be able to drown it but rather the water that goes inside will make the ark sink. Arrange the ark with faith as its sail and make the Qur’an and Sunnah the Prophet as its compass. Do not forget also the science of religion as your provision in sailing.” The man ended his words. He just left Shamir.
Syamir was really touched by the speech of the owner of the pesantren. The words of the owner of the pesantren awakened Syamir. Syamir then looked at Syahira who was standing near the car. The woman is now waving towards Shamir. He told Shamir to get back in the car immediately. Syamirpun approached Syahira.
“You said what the owner of the pesantren was?” Syahira.
“No, it's nothing. Just regular chat.”
“I guess you were offered money again. If true then I will approach you and force you to accept it, hehe.”
“Yeah, uh, the car is ready to go again, up yuk.”
“Come!”
They continue their journey. The day has gone from evening to night. They are now on the Bekasi-Jakarta border, soon they will arrive. Now the car through the bustling city. The streets were full of vehicles and the sound of horns, pedangan assongan and clown dolls carrying cans filled with pennies. The side of the road is filled with street vendors and ojek who are running. Because it's the hour of work, the streets look crowded and more alive. High-rise buildings filled the urban crowded. It is true that there is a saying that the city never sleeps. It is always full of activity and excitement.
Now they are in Jakarta. Shamir was so scared when he set his foot back there. For a long time he did not come to this metropolitan city.it feels like this city has changed a lot. He looked at the city from the overpass. Syahira suddenly gave a small laugh when she saw Shamir's expression.
“You've never been to City huh?” ledek Syahira's.
“...” Syam just fell silent. He focused on looking at the city which is now full of flickering lights. Sometimes the city is so blinding to Shamir.
“Sya memorize home address Sya?” shamir looked at Syahira.
“of courses. But, don't bring me to my house. Anterin I went to Oma's house. My house must have been confiscated so Oma's only home where I returned.” Shahira's face turned moody.
Syamir's heart was filled to hear the words of Syahira just now.
“Ya already, Syam take Sya there ya.”
“Syam...”.
“Iya Sya?”
Syahira wanted to say something but could not. There's something stuck in his pocket now. But he could not tell Shamir, let time guide him.
The car stopped at the Rambutan station. Syamir thanked the driver for delivering them safely. Syamir then wanted to give money to the driver but was rejected.
“Nno need Mas, just save it. I sincerely deliver you.” Say that driver.
“Matur suwun tenan yo Pak's. May all the good that you have done to us be reciprocated by Allah many times over.”
“Enjeh, Aamiin Mas Hotel. Yo wes, we say first yes want to deliver these vegetables to customers. Assalamualaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
After saying goodbye, the driver left Shamir and Syahira. Now a little more, Syahira will arrive at his house. Syamir is now looking for angkot who has a major in the area where Granny Syahira lives.
“Naik angkot no papa right Sya?” ask Syamir.
“Casual aja Syam, take a car like I want let alone just angkot.”
“Alright, let's go up.”
They also boarded the angkot, for some reason in the car they turned their faces to each other and fell silent not greeting each other. Maybe they are experiencing inner turmoil. After this everything is done. What will Shamir decide? Will Shamir divorce Syahira just like that?
Angkot was not on the side of the highway carelessly. Shamir and Shahira also came down from Angkot. After paying the fare of Shamir and Syahira then walk to the house of his Grandmother Syahira. Syahira's grandmother apparently lived in a luxury housing. They had to go back a little distance because the angkot could not get into the housing. On the way, they were still silent to each other.
“Syam..” Syahira now calls Shamir.
“Iya Sya?” Syamir looked a little enthusiastic when he heard the words of Syahira.
“Emm, thanks yes.”
“Sama-sama Sya.”
They fell silent to each other again.
“Sya...” Now it is Sham's turn to call Syahira.
“Iya Sham?” Syahira now smiles when he hears the call from Shamir.
“Emmmm, no. Syam just makes sure Sya is still running behind Syamir.”
Both Shamir and Syahira were about to say something, but they were unable to say it. Eventually they just went back to each other. It does not feel they are now almost at the house of Grandma Syahira. They were shocked when they arrived, there were several journalists and police cars that crowded the house of Grandma Syahira. Shahira then pulled Shamir to hide behind a big tree.
“Wire, My Mom has called the police. Syam, max yah nganterin me. You must leave now before the reporters or the police know where you are. You will be in danger Sham. The police will arrest you. Quickly go now!” syahira.
“But Yes, but..” Shamir seemed to be saying something.
“No but-but. Quickly go now Sham. Before it's too late.”
Shamir finally obeyed the orders of Shahira. With a heavy heart Syamir then left Syahira. The feeling felt slashed, Syamir now let tears habaln berajaln leave Shahira. Will he be able to come back to see her?
