Not the Hope Husband

God is arranged

Mr. Rusadi stood by his car. The old man was shocked by the news he got from his daughter, Sita. Sita told me that Rumi's car entered the ravine that made the most smell again. Rumi died where she could not be helped.

Mr. Rusadi's heart is broken. Wife divorced because of his ego only to get love affair which turned out to only want his property. Savings left 5 million and now Malini just left.

News of grief is approaching his life. The second daughter died horribly. Like the fate of his stepson Hendra, Rusadi's hand rubbed his face rough, then went to bring the car with a heart wound that was added to the suffering that hit without pity.

The car is traveling at high speed to get to the destination immediately. That is the case, because Sita was still there. But upon arrival there there was only a crowd of people who saw the former incident.

Mr. Rusadi's steps so lunglai covered among the residents who crowded then saw the car Rumi destroyed at a depth of 25 meters from the road surface.

"This the hell is there some possibility, pure accident or there's a deliberate element."

"Yes, it could be suicide to know to be killed." Talk about the people who are there.

Making Mr. Rusadi's knees tremble weakly, his eyes glazed. Shadows Rumi's face dancing on her eyelids.

Several times he rubbed his face rough. With a grievous heart, swinging his heavy legs back toward his car pulled the door and rushed in.

Before driving forward his car asked Sita where he was located and said he was in the Hospital to undergo a visa. Mr. Rusadi immediately rolled to the location.

The next day, Rumi's body was buried. Several broken cries accompanied the descent of the red ground covering Rumi's body.

Bu Asri sitting not far from Sita continues to strengthen Sita who is very badly lost beloved sister. Bu Asri's hand continued to wipe Sita's back so as not to be too crying.

"Clearned, Sita. It is not good to continue to let him calm down, maybe this is his destiny. Just pray for the best for your sister," said Bu Asri.

Oma Yani who stood near Viona and Fatir. There are also Alisa and Darma. After the funeral is finished sowing flowers and offering prayers.

Gradually one by one mourners left the place, Oma Yani invited Asri to come home soon.

"Yu, yu home?" take Bu Asri to Sita who is still late in her crying. Then stood dragging his steps away from Rumi's final resting place.

All have stayed away from the tomb of Rumi except Rusadi who is still at home squatting near the center of Rumi. "Why did you leave Papa this way?" very thin detail after detail of clear water soaks the navel of Rumi.

Fatir who walked with Viona's waist turned to look back where Mr. Rusadi was still at home on the funeral Rumi.

Viona's steps stopped to find Fatir's silent steps. "Why?"

"Vi, look at Papa. Lamenting over the grave of Mbak Rumi, take her home. Poor thing." Fatir pointed towards Rusadi sir who was still there.

Viona stared bitterly but her heart remained burning in deep disappointment. He just kept looking at the father with a mixed heart upheaval.

"Darling ... yu?" Fatir led his wife back to his father-in-law.

Fatir crouched down and grabbed Rusadi's shoulder. "Well, go home, not good to cry on, just explain. Fool, windfall. Death has been arranged by God, only we who live it rely."

Mr. Rusadi kept his head down, he felt ashamed even more of Viona. Realizing that he is not a good father figure for his children.

"Yes, Pah. Going home?" in the end Viona let out that heavy sound. He was lazy to have many conversations with his father.

Slowly Mr. Rusadi moved from his place and dragged his steps that felt so heavy leaving the final resting Rumi.

While Viona and her husband, Alisa and Darma, went to the funeral home for a while and then continued their activities.

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A few months later Fatir already had a few chicken noodle shops, and other shops fruit soup and banana krispi+cong cheese. All Alhamdulillah developed rapidly, so that Fatir could renovate his family's house and that of course with the permission of the wife.

From the first also Viona wanted to renovate the house but Fatir refused. With the reason later if he has a windfall from his own business. It's not good that anything uses Viona's money. Until finally Fatir gradually succeeded and his business grew with his efforts and prayers bore quite satisfactory results.

Asri's divorce went well and Mr. Rusadi obviously got nothing but the car was the only one he got. Money only got ten million rupiah and the sign of affection from Oma Yani, work is also cut off from the company he has been working for. Especially considering the unproductive age again makes it fired, inevitably.

Viona's pregnancy has grown and has reached the age of 6 months. Bi Ijah is now recruited to the apartment to clean up and to just accompany Viona when Fatir has not returned home.

Viona was sitting relaxed on the long sofa in the room, while struggling with her laptop on her thighs.

The fatir who had just returned home walked over to Viona. "Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Honey haven't slept?"

Viona keeps the laptop on the desk. "Of course, this is in dreamland. Wa'alaikum greetings." Grabbing the husband's hand and kissed him.

Fatir's hand rubbed gently on Viona's distended stomach. "What is Baby Dad? in there!" dielus and his frowned.

"Have you eaten yet?" asked Viona fondling Fatir's hair.

Fatir's head looked up. "Not yet! have you eaten too ?" turn nanya.

"I haven't, I'll wait for you. Yu eat first. Uh, do you want to take a shower first? I'll get the warm water ready first." Viona Fresh.

"Ndak, need. I can be alone and my wife does not have to bother serving me" Fatir said, standing up and grinning.

Viona mesem, heard Fatir's speech just now. "Yes, I prepared a book. Can you?"

"If it's okay, yo wes .. I take a shower first! sticky body smells of sweat." Stepping towards the bathroom.

Viona moved to bring her steps there is a closet to prepare Fatir change clothes. He placed it on the bed, and Viona dragged her steps into the kitchen. Bi Ijah happened to be going to Bu Asri and Oma's house. In the apartment, it's just the two of us.

After dinner. Fatir invites Viona into his room to rest. The two stood near the king-size bed.

Fatir's eyes stared intensely at the wife who was currently wearing lingerie that was the size of a pregnant person, looking beautiful and sexy.

Viona smelled her smile. "Why the hell? that's looking at it. Ugly is round belly bloated like a clown."

"No, who said? stay beautiful and sexy really," said Fatir as he approached and showered the wife with a small kiss on the shoulder and neck niche of the wife. Move up the cheeks, nose. Lips do not escape from his gentle kiss and increase passion. His hands continued to touch wherever he wanted.

Viona's closed eyes were washed away with the feeling she wanted to spill. Fatir is increasingly free to carry out his increasingly wild action. Lying his wife's body on the bed with not the slightest release of his lips from the wife who seemed resigned.

The night is getting colder. Under the blanket and white, there are two people who are pouring longing for each other. There's only sound!the delicious sound that escaped the lips of Viona and Fatir, the sound of rumbling breath and mixed sweat ....

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