REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS

Chapters 121.

"How, Sat? You want to, right?" axel asked while holding an old map of ownership of one of his restaurants.

 Satrio seemed to tighten his fingers seen squeezing each other.

"But .. but, I feel unworthy, boss."

 Axel chuckles.

"No, how inappropriate? Precisely because you deserve so I intend to give one of my resto for you to manage, later the division is 70% profit for you, and 30% for me," asserted Axel while pushing the map in front of Satrio, the trusted employee since long ago.

 With trembling hands, Satrio took the map and read the contents inside. His eyes widened as the clear circle fell from there.

"Eh, how come it's crying anyway?" kekeh Axel while patting slowly Satrio's shoulder.

"Boss, this .. is this serious?" satrio asked again with a look of disbelief.

 Axel nodded his head while commenting on a smile as wide as the joker's smile, uh.

"Yes, seriously. What are some of the things I think I'm joking about? Funny you are, sat."

 Satrio still looked in disbelief, many times he stared at Axel and then looked back at the map in his hand. His mouth did not stop saying his words.

"Of course, take it. You just need to sign here, after that you officially become the owner of 70% of this restaurant." Axel said back, trying to convince Satrio to accept the gift from him.

"But, but ...."

"Huh, thats it. Don't get your ass, you need capital for marriage in Aisyah right?" sela Axel teases Satrio.

 Satrio's eyes suddenly widened, his mouth even gaped when he saw Axel.

" Where does the boss know?" his hisses were still trying to digest the situation at hand.

 Axel chuckled, overcoming the hubbub of the restaurant atmosphere that was always crowded with customers, especially when the meal hour arrived. Even there will be a queue that snaking so crowded.

"You don't have to ask much. Signature, I want to go again. I want to list triplets to TK." Axel urged again.

 Finally, I was given no other choice, Satrio, who was still wearing a restaurant-style uniform, picked up the ballpoint pen in his own pocket because he was used to recording customer orders and put his signature on the stamp on the white paper containing power of attorney in that folder.

"This, boss. Again, thank you very much for your trust, boss." Satrio slightly bent his body to honor Axel who had been considered his own brother..

 Axel received the map and saw Satrio's signature there with relief.

"Well, from now on you're the manager of this restaurant. Tomorrow we will immediately announce with the other team about your appointment as a new manager" he concluded firmly.

 Satrio nodded, and delivered Axel who had to go straight back to his house. After that, Satrio gave thanks in his heart, impatiently waiting to convey the news to the family and also to his lover Aisyah who was far away there.

"Mas will propose to you soon after Mas's savings are sufficient, Aish. Thank God, Gusti Allah give way may this answer if you are a mate Mas. Let's hope our way is made easy" muttered Satrio in between his busyness in the restaurant while lightly tasting a small photo that is always in his wallet. The photo of the cute girl dimpled and long-haired who is none other than Aisyah.

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"What's wrong with you, Mom?" asked Mr. Bryan to Ellen's agitated mistress, the big lady had been walking back and forth in her room since after receiving a phone call.

"I'm just afraid that what we've been doing all this time is in vain, Dad. What if Ed finds them in the end?" miss Ellen said with an unsettled face.

"Why can you say that, Mom? Didn't you send them away from this town, and we don't even know where they all moved?" Mr. Bryan walked up to his wife and took her to sit on the edge of their bed.

"Yes, what you said is true, Dad. But have you forgotten how old they are right now?"

Deghs.

 Mr. Bryan was stunned, slowly a terrifying shadow like the brutal murder that befell his parents swirled in his mind.

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 The Aisyah village.

 Nek Janah seemed to be sitting in the saung behind his house, a small saung in the middle of a very large sugar cane garden owned by Nek Janah himself. The proceeds from the money given by Miss Ellen when she asked him to take Asiyah away.

 Actually for economic problems, Nek Janah has no trouble at all. And the reason why he wanted to marry Aisha as soon as possible, was because he himself had other goals. And before that she had to make Aisyah leave her life first.

"Sir," called Aish slowly, whether since when the sweet girl was behind Nek Janah.

"What?" sahut Nek Janah ketus, furious because his beautiful imagination was bought by the girl.

 The child who was forced to take care of only because tempted lure of a lot of money, which he did not express even a little to enjoy Aisyah. But thanks to Aish, he can enjoy all the money. But since adolescence even Aish is no longer in school and even told to work to support himself and not infrequently the results of Aisha's efforts are asked.

"What do you want? If I just want to interrupt my time, it's better to go into the house and cook!" hardik Nek Janah because Aish never say what his purpose is.

 Aisyah was shocked, because the quiet atmosphere made Nek Janah's speech sound so loud in the ears.

"Ah, that .. that's Aish, want to ask you something, Grandma.".

 Nek Janah grunts.

"Ask what? Just watch if it doesn't matter" he murmured in annoyance.

 Aisyah bit her lower lip, trying to neutralize her heart beat. Then walk slowly to get closer to the grandmother.

"Emmm, Aish wants to ask .. Who are Aish's real parents, Grandma?" asked Aisyah slowly, but fortunately the distance is not too far from Nek Janah makes the grandmother could still hear Aisyah's words.

 Nek Janah turned around, her face looking displeased.

"Would you just suddenly say that huh? Did you forget your parents threw you away! Otherwise, there would be no way you would have been with me all this time!" press Nek Janah while looking at Aisyah's frightened eyes.

 Nek Janah got up and brought her face closer to Aisyah who now chose to look down with her shoulders shaking.

"Say! Why are you asking about your parents? Something must have pushed you to do it, right? Tell me what is it?" nek Janah's insistence began to intimidate Ayesha.

 Aisyah made up her mind, threw away a moment of her fear at Nek Janah and cleared herself to look at her grandmother's eyes.

"Aisha wants to ask for their blessing to marry Mas Satrio, Grandma!" ayesha replied firmly, although now tears had filled her face.

 Nek Janah's eyes immediately swerved, the old jaw that no longer had complete teeth seemed to tremble.

"What did you say?"

"Aisha please, Grandma. This time alone tell Aisyah, then after this Aisyah promises to leave from grandmother's life, as before."