Not a Savings Woman

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Ainaya did not expect to be full of Haris' words. For him it will only make him float but will drop him again. It may even hurt more than before. 

Being allowed to take care of Bilal was enough and would not want more. 

''Where does your husband work, Nay?'' ask Indrawan with a heavy voice. 

Ainaya smiled clumsyly. Confused by the answer to the in-laws question. Lying, that's the only path that should be launched in order to cover up her marriage. 

''My husband works abroad, sir. He never came home, he probably forgot about his family. And it could be that I already have a better woman than me.'' His eyes were not distracted from Haris who was standing not far from him. As if it was a harsh satire for the man. 

Haris scratched his non-itchy head. He sat next to Ida who seemed busy playing his phone.

''No, Jihan is not active, Ris? Where is he going?'' ask Miss Ida worried. 

Haris leaned his back. Staring at the seemingly happy Ainaya playing with Bilal. 

''Don't know, just tell me, Ma. I'm sure he'll be home soon, '' replied Haris cuek. 

Not long after the sound of a car was heard in front of the house. 

Haris smiles. ''That must be Jihan.'' 

Ida rushed out of Bilal's room to greet the son-in-law, while Haris approached Ainaya.

''You just sleep here, let me tell Jihan later, '' her pinta lirih. 

Ainaya only glanced at a glance without answering. Then refocus on the son who was about to cry. 

The door opened from inside. How shocked Jihan was to see Ida standing there. His face suddenly panicked. His heart almost went out. Cold sweat pours through the pores. Turns his brain around for the right reason. 

How'this? Why didn't Mom come here to tell me first. 

''Why are you staying there, Ji. Hot, '' yelled Ida. 

Jihan walked slowly towards the woman. Then shake with respect.

''Where have you been? Mama's worried, next time you can ask to be delivered Haris.'' Madam Ida led Jihan in. 

''I'm sorry, Ma. This is sudden, so my brother asked me to come, said Jihan. 

''No papa, next time you can't be like that anymore, '' said Ms Ida.

Good thing you believe me, if you don't die my history. 

Haris who was at the corner of the stairs could only remain silent. He thought so much he couldn't take a step. 

''Fortunately there was Ainaya who took care of Bilal, '' said Mr. Indrawan. 

''Ainaya?'' ask Jihan again. 

Madam Ida nodded. ''He's come here. Do you not know?'' ask Ida to investigate. 

Jihan smiled. ''I know, Ma. Only, he came just as I was leaving. So I didn't get to meet.''

Why didn't Haris tell you Ainaya was coming here?

What's wrong with Jihan, it looks like she's __"

Mr. Indrawan dismissed the suspicion that suddenly appeared.

After a full day of being in the arms of the biological mother. Bilal's body is now improving. The fever began to fall and could sleep peacefully. 

Haris approached Jihan who was busy smiling with her flat object. 

''When are you like this? Bilal needs you.'' Turn off the phone and put it on the nightstand. 

''What the hell, Mas? Bilal's okay, right?'' Jihan tried to take her flat object. However, Haris moves faster and hides the object. 

''What kind of mother are you? Bilal's body had a fever and you were wandering around, '' Haris cried seriously. 

''But you should know the situation as well, Ji. If you think for a long time you become ilfil you do not know.'' 

Throw the phone in bed when it comes out. Avoiding not arguing with Jihan who kept arguing.

Haris closed the door loudly indicating that he was angry, but not a bit to make Jihan surprised.

Just as Haris was at the end of the stairs, Ainaya walked downstairs. 

''Sorry, Mister. I just want to say goodbye, said Ainaya lowered his head. 

From the deepest recesses he still wants to be with Bilal, but is afraid to fall in love and not willing to leave the baby until he decides to go home. 

''Why now, Nay? It's almost night, ''' prevent Haris. 

He came down closer. Convince the wife not to return at this time. 

''I beg you to stay here tonight, I promise you will take you home tomorrow.'' Raise both hands.

Ainaya saw seriousness in Haris' eyes. Then he nodded in agreement. Moreover, he was not satisfied to let go of longing with the son. 

Thanks, Nay. You have sacrificed a lot for me and my mom. I can't divorce Jihan, but I'll give you a comfortable place. 

Haris escorted Ainaya to Bilal's room. Ensuring that the woman actually fulfills her request.

''Then I change clothes first, I think there is still something left in the back room.'' 

Haris stretched out her hand. It blocked Ainaya who was about to come out. 

He reached into his cell phone and talked to someone. 

''You bring three women's clothes home right now. Looks like he's the same size as you.'' Staring at Ainaya from top to bottom. 

''Fine, Sir. I'll be here soon with the order, sir.'' A soft voice replied and then closed the connection. 

Actually, many of Jihan's clothes are not used, but Haris does not want to make Ainaya offended, even want to appreciate it which has been helping. 

Not just buying clothes. Haris also ordered dinner for the woman. 

Did I just ask about the introduction of Ainaya and Adam. 

''Nay, have you and Adam been friends for a long time?''

Ainaya sat near the box. Stay away from Haris who's getting weird. 

''Why indeed? That's no business, sir. I hope you don't interfere in my personal matters. Didn't you yourself say that to me, Ainaya replied. 

Haris. 

Turns out you had the guts to be mad at me, Nay. But no papa, that means you are not a weak woman.

Shortly afterwards, Mimin comes carrying a totebag in his hand and gives it to Haris. 

''This is from Brother Silvi, sir.'' His eyes looked at Ainaya who was on the sofa of Bilal's room. I am increasingly suspicious of the status of this woman. 

Who exactly is he? Why is mister Haris watching him?

Pretending to be friendly. Though, it was a little irritated as if Ainaya was seizing his position. 

''I don't know what your favorite color is, but I'm sure you're pretty wearing it.'' 

Ainaya smiled obliquely. Again he had a chance to offend Haris. 

''Sorry, Mister. Don't you really know nothing about me. I don't think it's necessary to overdo it. Thank you.'' Take one of the peach-colored clothes and bring it to the bathroom. 

You're so challenging, Nay. I don't know why with your attitude like this I don't want to leave you.