REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS

Chapters 110.

 Rahman was now stunned to see the road that passed, the real road that would lead him to the village where he would deliver tausiyah.

 It is still clear in Rahman's memory yesterday that Edwin who was none other than his uncle even deliberately hijacked the car that would be used to pick him up just to bring Rahman to the place where his mother had been husks.

 And fortunately the place was quite comfortable with several aides and nuns who turned out to be assigned specifically to care for the elderly mother if sick.

"I still have a heart, Robin. There's no way I'm gonna let an innocent old woman take it all, let's just say your mother is currently enjoying her old age here. I'll make sure he doesn't lack anything here, but hurry up and finish your work and bring word about my son, no matter how small the news!" edwin at that time.

 At that time Rahman could only bow quietly, he knew that he had to move quickly but he deliberately stalled for time because he knew what his uncle would do if he found a girl in his care who was none other than his own son decades ago it was about to be destroyed. Rahman could not believe his uncle had changed even though Edwin had said it a hundred times. But over time, his mother must continue to be in the power of the cunning and deceitful Edwin, at least that's how Rahman's memory of him.

"Don't you want to kiss and hug your mother first, Robin? You only have a minute, you know? I purposely made her sleep so she wouldn't feel sad when she found out that her son didn't come to pick her up. Or in other words his son deliberately let him be here for the sake of protecting a girl" whispered Ed in Rahman's ear.

 At that time, Rahman was angry but back again he could not do anything because if reckless could have been his mother who would pay the consequences. Rahman knew Ed very well, the man would never let anyone against him calm down.

"Pak ustad, Mr. ustadz." a voice surprised Rahman, immediately he jumped from his daydream and rubbed his face while beristighfar.

"Astaghfirullah," murmured Rahman softly.

 The young man who had called Rahman was the actual driver who had also been kidnapped by Edwin's accomplices on the way to the cabin to pick him up.

"Baby, ustadz. We have arrived" said the man again with a friendly smile.

 Rahman nodded, then shuffled to get out of the car whose passenger door had been opened by the young man.

"Thank God, it's finally here." Rahman stretched his muscles beside the car, almost six hours of driving making almost his entire body feel stiff.

"Ustadz, let me take you inside." The man turned out to have been carrying the bag that Rahman brought and could not be prevented in carrying the bag into a simple house with a wooden walled board.

 The young man took Rahman to a living room where there sat a man about half a century old sitting cross-legged with a friendly smile on his lips.

 The old man was Mr. Darso, the head of the village and the driver who picked him up was his only son named Abdi.

 After making small talk, Abdi rushed Rahman to a room that looked freshly cleaned, a small but comfortable room.

"Please rest, Ustadz. Sorry if the room is like this, may ustadz be pleased." Abdi put Rahman's bag near the mattress on the floor with pandan mats.

Rahman smiled kindly and lowered his head.

"Haish, just like this, ustadz need not hesitate. Yes yes, ustadz, I want to go to the mosque first want to help there. Ustadz please rest, yes, if there's anything there is a father in front." Abdi resigned and closed the door slowly, leaving Rahman to rest in peace.

 Rahman did not waste the opportunity, although for a moment he immediately laid his body on the foam mattress, it felt very comfortable in his body which was already very tired on the trip earlier.

 Straight away, Rahman stared towards the sky of the room sky. Arrived unexpectedly, a longing that was so passionate and extraordinary felt combined with his blood flow.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah." Rahman got up from his lying position, sitting on the edge of the mattress while pressing on his chest which suddenly hurt and hurt.

 In his head, he suddenly reflected back on the last face of Asiyah that he could remember. He cried because he did not want to follow his parents to the village, but until now no longer seen a shady face that always adorned Rahman's dreams.

 Slowly, Rahman returned to lay his body on the bed. Close your eyes with one hand.

" Neng, I miss you."

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 Asiyah is still occasionally a nudge in the arms of her mother, yes after the mosque was Asiyah decided to just go to see her mother especially at noon like this father, the father, after the mosque, Pardi will usually spend more time in the fields. Keep an eye on the workers who are harvesting rice there.

"Already, nduk. Don't cry, your eyes will be swollen." Salma gently rubbed the back and arms of the child she loved so dearly, even though Asiyah was not her biological child.

"Assy ... Asy just misses, ma'am. Wh why? Why is everything so late like this? Why does it seem like fate is always reluctant to side with Asy, Mom?" peekik Asiyah was frustrated while occasionally pulling the scarf she wore with tears that never stopped flowing on her smooth cheeks.

 Salma was well aware of her son's current state of heart, but she could do what she did. Paralysed woman seems not to be able to do much to help her daughter even though she actually wants to.

"Yes, nduk. I understand, it's just that maybe this is the best way for you. Even if you are a match, God willing, there will be a way later from Gusti Allah SWT, you must be sure of that, nduk." Again Salma tried to encourage her son who she knew did not love her husband at all at this time, let alone their marriage was not legal.

  Asiyah was again stunned, her breath was tight because it held the longing that was entrenched in the chest for so many years. Back he hugged his mother, at least only that way now Asiyah can be more in control of herself.

" Why is our destiny like this, ma'am? Asiyah loved her, and Asiyah knew she loved Asiyah too then why should we be separated in such a cruel way?"

 Brakkkk

 Suddenly the back door opened wide with an angry face appearing there. Asiyah further tightened her embrace on the body of the mother, as if hinting that she was scared.

"Who do you mean as the one you love, huh?" the man snorted was angry.