REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS

Chapters 134.

"How, Gus?" rahman asked when he saw Gus Musa seemed silent after he said he wanted to bring his mother to live in the cottage environment.

Gus Musa was still unmoved, he was silent as if he had never found the right answer.

"Or, if Gus objected."

"I didn't say that, Rahman." Gus Musa interrupted quickly, then took a sip of the black coffee in front of him.

"But, I think it would be difficult to accommodate too many newcomers like us, Gus." Rahman said heavy.

Gus Moses nodded. "That's not what I think."

"What's right, Gus?"

"Only, would your mother want to be given a place the size of a dorm room? Is that enough?" tanya Gus Musa expressed his anxiety, especially Rahman said that his mother was quite old maybe almost the same age as Umi Nafisah.

But a smile appeared on Rahman's face.

"It's okay, Gus what's wrong? The dorm room was also comfortable, after all our life used to be even more difficult than just thinking about a bed," recall Rahman miris when remembered how they used to be willing to sleep on a cardboard box after being kicked out of his extended family.

"Alright, then I allow it," Gus Musa nodded.

****

And this is where Rahman is today, in front of a luxurious mansion that is none other than the house of his uncle, Edwin.

"What are you doing here? Low-leveled?" sergeant one of the uncle's bodyguards looked at Rahman with a look of disdain.

But Rahman was undaunted, if even the sturdy bodyguard invited him to a duel of course he would be happy to run.

"Where's Uncle Ed?" rahman's reply did not answer the guard's question.

"What business are you doing looking for our boss?" the guard again.

Rahman approached, tilted his head into the recess of the guard's neck and whispered.

"It's none of your business."

Suddenly the bodyguard snickered, then without a word he grabbed the collar of the clothes worn by Rahman until Rahman's neck felt suffocated.

"You dare to fight me, little rat?" the bodyguard felt victorious.

With a red face extinguished Rahman tried to survive, maintaining the death of the rest of the oxygen that was still lodged in his lungs so as not to be wasted, until finally a familiar voice saved him, until finally a familiar voice saved him, more precisely for a moment.

"What are you doing, Brandon? Unhand her! Did I order you to hurt someone else!" maki someone who is none other than Edwin himself.

The bodyguard called Brandon snorted, then without warning he dropped Rahman to the floor just like that. And turned around to leave him.

"Check, uhuk!" Rahman held onto her sore neck while breathing as much air as possible to replenish the oxygen supply to her lungs.

"Are you okay, dude?" edwin asked as he walked closer to Rahman and stroked his nape.

But Rahman quickly brushed Edwin's hand off his body and stared at him.

"Where's my mom?" his jolt after his voice was enough to speak.

Ed stood up straight and smiled grinning.

"Oh, come on my poor niece. Have a little fun, how about before we party first? There's a lot of your favorite wine in my basement."

Rahman tightened his jaw to stare in dislike at Edwin who looked very relaxed in his casual suit.

"Stop saying useless things like that! Our relationship has long since ended as a family!"

Rahman didn't budge, he stood up to challenge Ed with a rogue face.

"Huh, okay. Follow me, "sighs Edwin as he steps back into his big house like a rich man's house in a movie.

They go hand in hand, every time they cross paths with some guard officers or household assistants who are doing their duties they will definitely buyak or surprised to see Rahman there. If anyone stood with a friend or someone they would whisper after Rahman and Ed passed in front of them.

"Even my servants still remember you, Robin." Ed grinned in front of a twisted wooden door.

"Stop calling me that, before I forget that you're my uncle." Rahman growled low, sounding cold and terrifying. But unfortunately not the case for Ed who is already poor across the mafia world.

Chequelek

The door of the room was opened in a push by Edwin with a single jolt.

Darkened

That was what was first caught by Rahman's eyes, his heart racing with various possibilities milling around in his mind.

"Don't play, Uncle. Tell me where my mom is!" he growled again while holding Edwin's shoulder and gripping him as well.

Edwin chuckles. "Patience, my dear nephew. Look at this."

Edwin walked into the dark room, walked to the left and pressed the light switch there.

Clique

And a second later the originally pitch-black room suddenly became brightly lit.

Rahman narrowed his eyes in glare, but quickly adapted to see what was in the room.

"Welcome to the hell, Rahman."

Rahman flinched when he found his uncle staring at him with a savage look, with a thorny pendulum swaying in the chain that Edwin was holding.

"No!"  hiss Rahman was horrified.

****

"What can Aa help you with, Aish?" asked Hendro after a while they were silent, the sun began to fall leaving a yellowing and melow atmosphere.

Aish shook his head weakly. "Come, A. All of this is too complicated, aish confused must conclude how."

The photo in his hand is still in the face by Aish, although he knows the more he looks at her the more his heart hurts due to various prejudices that never find the answer.

"Should we ask the woman directly?" asked Hendro leaned in a speech to the boarding house lady who had taken them to the room that Aish would occupy the next month.

"Aish don't dare, A. Afraid of mistaking, later embarrassed yourself."

Aish let out a tired sigh, tired of his own thoughts and tired of the circumstances that seemed to never side with him.

"Then, you'll keep harboring everything yourself? Until finally you can not stand it and even become a boomerang for yourself? Conscious Aish! Love can! Stupid don't!" maki Hendro who feels unwilling if it is true that the woman has a relationship with Satrio, whether in the past or in the present and the worst may be the future.

Aish clasped her head, her tears falling down her smooth cheeks.

"Aish is confused, A! Aish is confused as to what to do, Aish has no who now! If until later Aish disputes this and Mas Satrio goes how? Just who else is Aish leaning and depending on, A? Aa' thinks it's easy to be Aish? Aish is tired, A! Aish's tired!" pekik Aish also with a red face and drenched in tears.

Hendro who could not bear to immediately bring aish into his arms, and sniffed the scent of the girl inside as if he did not want to be separated from her, even though he knew everything was only temporary.

"Aa', Aa will take care of you, your life, your needs and all about you if everyone goes away from you, Aish. Aa' promise will always be there, now and forever as long as the breath is still blowing in this body. I Hendro Baskoro will always protect and take care of you Aisyah, even if it means from a distance."