REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS

Chapters 111.

"Mas, are you home?" salma asked nervously while hugging tightly Asiyah.

Asiyah further hid her face behind the embrace of her mother.

Pardi seemed to be approaching with an angry face.

"Already, don't talk to you guys! Tell me what I just heard, huh? This kid still loves other men? He should have realized he was married! It is no longer appropriate to love another man!" snapped Pardi furious, because he himself guaranteed to Nature that Asiyah would gradually love him.

And of course, Asiyah's confession had become a frightening specter for her, someone like Nature who is calm and not talk much in fact can do reckless if there is someone who dares to play with him.

"Mas have it, Asiyah is just telling a story." Salma asserted that the husband did not continue to shout in front of Asiyah, Salma understood that the child was very afraid of loud noises.

Pardi seemed to scramble his coarse hair, then threw his body into the dining chair.

Asiyah was still in her position, not daring to move or move a little.

"Well, you know that you love that young man, son. It's just that I have my own reasons for marrying you to Nature, he's someone who has the power of my father, sure he can protect you from the bad guys. Even if you know you don't love her yet, try to start opening your heart to her. One day, you'll know why you did this for you. Cruel indeed, but you have no other choice to protect you."

Asiyah was stunned to hear his father's confession which was very strange according to him. However, he had not had time to ask Pardi had stood up from his seat and moved out of there without any explanation to affirm his words earlier.

"Mom, what did you mean?" asiyah asked Salma with a hoarse voice.

Salma seemed to wipe away her tears that suddenly flowed down the corner of the cheek. Then in his review a sincere smile covered his own baldness.

"Ah, maybe you mean your father must have started to forget the young man, love your present husband so that your life in the future is better, nduk."

Asiyah shook her head and broke her embrace from Salma's body.

"No, Bu. Asy knows that's not what you mean, and if you mind telling the truth then Asiyah will find the answer herself," tukas Asiyah then walked out of her parents' house and walked on foot to go to the house of Nature which is now also her residence.

Not in the meeting again Pardi along the road to the house of Alam, it is possible that the middle-aged man returned again to his rice field which is located opposite the direction of the house of Nature.

Along the way Asiyah continued to meet some girls who were the same age or younger than him was walking together while joking, joking, but one that became the topic of conversation between them as far as Asiyah could hear.

"Oh my goodness, his young ustadz is handsome. Denger he's not married yet, and he wants it to feel like a list of his future wife."

"Yes, it's handsome, pinter, religion okay, duh which parents will refuse if the prospective son-in-law is like that. Geez babang ustad, lamar dedek, bang."

"If I could be his girlfriend, brother ustadz, or if not his wife or friend, it would be minimal. You guys are gonna buy me some meatballs!"

"If I can get the phone number, the brother ustadz already got a 4-digit lottery number!"

Well, I guess that's how the girls who have had time to meet with young ustadz who are said to be lecturing in their mosque tomorrow.

Asiyah wiped away her tears, from a distance, two motorcycles were speeding slowly from the opposite direction. And along with that, the girls who were huddled while walking on the same road as Asiyah immediately pulled over and started to fuss themselves.

"Geez, that handsome ustadz passing by. Ready to spread the charm ahh."

"Heh, don't try you. I first.".

"Heh, have you girls why so aggressive?"

There is a style of Selfi style, there is a pura do not see but a smile is not clear, there is a waving waving kayak mbak Kunti, there are pairs nyetop style ojek, kayang, kayang, kayak Kukang hangers, creeping on the asphalt like a monitor lizard, there is even a cosplay so ninja Hatori.

"Astaghfirullah," cried Abdi when he accidentally saw Juli who also turned out to be among the crowd but with clothes that are fairly open and most frenzied and menor his own makeup.

So fascinated eh surprised, Abdi until suddenly ngerem because not ready with a turn in front of him.

Ckiiiittttt

The sound of the brakes being pressed as deeply as possible makes a sound that can make the teeth grate because of it, and therefore also accidentally Rahman slips and falls on the grass that grows on the edge of the asphalt road.

"Ustad!" exclaiming Abdi worriedly followed the girls who had been busy pounding the charm. They all seemed to be running towards the place where Rahman fell with their own typical worried expressions.

"Ustadz, ustadz Rahman isn't papa? Is anyone sick about ustadz?"

"Ustadz Rahman fell, let's treat it at my house first yuk, my house is near here."

"Don't go to my house justadz, nicer and more comfortable than her house."

"Hey, shut up all of you!" july's sudden exclamation pushed forward where Rahman had actually risen to be helped by Abdi, although his legs were a bit scuffed but actually not a serious wound.

Rahman threw away his face as Juli slowly blessed him, the girl unhappily approached and crouched down before Rahman about to check his legs.

"His leg is wounded, ustadz." Juli reaches out her hand about to touch Rahman's leg, but as fast as lightning Rahman pulls his leg until Juli's hand only grabs the wind.

A few pairs of watching eyes seemed to be holding back laughter upon seeing that scene.

"No papa, this doesn't hurt." Rahman quibbled because he was uncomfortable near July whose clothes were too mini with some parts of his body fat swaying funnily every time he moved.

Last July rose, regardless of the face of the cynical face that now accompanies every movement.

"How about a break in my house, ustadz? Near, later I can all incandescent, fall so it would hurt even though not hurt." Juli continues to make her appeal.

  Rahman who was already completely uncomfortable was finally trying to use a subtle way to go from the presence of Juli and the other girls. Because Abdi also seems not to dare to face the girls who became big fans of Rahman suddenly.

"No, thank you for the offer. I still have business first, excuse me everyone." Rahman smiled sweetly and then asked Abdi to rush back to drive his bike to their destination.

But not yet gone far, Rahman was again surprised by the scenery he never thought before. The sight that made his heart pound, and it felt his tears also spilled staring at him.

Those eyes, the eyes that he had longed for now seemed to be staring at him. Rahman asked Abdi to stop, though confused, but Abdi complied and Rahman immediately got off the bike and focused his gaze on the woman on the road who seemed to also look at him with a longing gaze.

"Miss?" call Rahman to make sure, and sure enough the woman nods in response to his call.

Rahman's tears ran down the river, but just about to get closer to Asiyah, she was startled by a man coming from the opposite direction and immediately pulled Asiyah's hand away from her.

She heard Asiyah's voice before she disappeared behind the man's car door.

"Sister, help me" he screeches before his voice disappears as if swallowed by the earth.