REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS

Chaptre 95.

 Mrs Ellen rolled over her bed, and today she decided to go home after a few weeks at Sarah's home to monitor the progress of her three grandchildren.

 But since the question arrived Sarah the other day, it feels like Miss Ellen is always restless and anxious every day.

"What's up, baby? You look agitated?" finished Mr. Bryan who just came out of the bathroom with a towel still wrapped around his waist.

 Madam Ellen got up and exhaled a long breath, resting her long blonde hair and looking at her husband in nanar.

"Hey, come on. You look fucked. Do we need to walk tonight? This must be because my dear is too forced to take care of his grandchildren in recent weeks," said Mr. Bryan poke his wife's pointy chin.

 Mrs Ellen brushed aside Mr. Bryan's hand, leaving him astonished by his wife's current attitude.

"What's up, baby? You're making me anxious." Mr. Bryan grabbed Madam Ellen's slender hand and held it tightly, took it to her cheek and kissed it full of warmth.

"I'm just reminded of the Ed twins we've been hiding, Dad." Miss Ellen opened her voice.

 Mr. Bryan looked stunned, and immediately stood up from his original seat.

"We promised not to talk about this again, Mom." Mr. Bryan insists.

"Yes, I know that, Dad. But ...." Madam Ellen hung up her sentence while squeezing her ten wiggly fingers.

 Mr. Bryan snorted, choosing not to care and headed towards the lemar to pick up his clothes and put them on.

"Stop thinking about them, Mom. I don't want to get to the wall in this house to know where the two babies are" said Mr. Bryan as he walked closer to Miss Ellen who was still sitting on her soft bed.

 A drop of water flowed from the eyes of Mrs Ellen, once the work was even more swift and numerous.

"But why did Sarah ask about the two children, Dad?" tanyanya pilu's.

 Unbelieving his hearing, Mr. Bryan hurriedly sat down before Mrs Ellen and cupped her two shoulders.

"Say it again."

 Miss Ellen tergugu. "How did Sarah know about this? Hows it? You said no one would know about this."

 Mr. Bryan was dumbstruck, covered his mouth with his hands and stared pus out their bedroom window.

"What, what did Sarah tell you, Mom?"

"Say, did Momy know about the parents of a girl who sent him a letter?"

 Mr. Bryan's forehead looked deeply wrinkled. " girl? Who do you mean, Mom?"

 Madam Ellen took a deep breath, rubbed the corner of her eyes with a tissue and said quietly.

"You remember the girl I spoke to when Jeni went to see Sarah in the hospital at the time, Dad? Even from her eyes I know she's one of those twins."

 Mr. Bryan gaped, his mind as if open to hear Miss Ellen's confession. A flash of memory shadow swirled quickly in his mind, about the face of the girl his wife was referring to. The girl who was not only his eyes but also had a smile that was exactly like Amelie, the wife of Edwin who was currently affected by mental disorders.

"That girl .. That girl, we have to get her out of this town, Mom. Soon before Ed finds it!"

****

 Meanwhile.

"Uncle!" call Asiyah to a man who is scavenging for a garbage box outside the pesantren fence.

 As a servant, of course Asiyah has the right to walk out of the cottage area but with a specified time limit.

"Eh, Neng." The dawafa man wearing a shabby t-shirt with a box holster that looked torn and patched on his side was smiling kindly as Asiyah approached him.

"Fuck out the trash again?" asiyah asked after getting close to the man.

 The man nodded politely.

 Asiyah was stunned for a moment, while scanning the thin body of a man who in recent days continues to exist outside the pesantren fence to look for garbage or plastic bottles that can be resold.

 Asiyah reached into her gaming bag, and found a green piece of money there. Asiyah remembered it was the money Jeni gave her when she asked to buy Pampers for baby Abbas and more money.

"Uncle," call Asiyah again.

 The twofa man stopped his activities and turned his head.

"Why, Neng?" her question was confused by inserting a plastic cup into a faithful sack on her pelvis.

"Eat meatballs?" point Asiyah at the row of cheap lively food stalls lined up along the front road of the cottage.

 The man's eyes seemed to sparkle with pleasure, and his head nodded.

"By, Neng. Uh, but ...." The man stopped and reached into the pocket of his shabby shirt that was actually not worth wearing it.

 Take out some spare change from there and stare sadly at Asiyah.

"No, Neng. My money is not enough, later if I already get a plastic bottle that many of us eat meatballs," refused the man was smooth.

 Asiyah waved her hand. "Haish is not to be thought of, Uncle. Kan Asy who ngajak, yes Asy dong ya treatir."

"Really, Neng?" ask the man again with teary eyes.

 Asiyah nodded her mantab, and walked ahead of the man heading to a meatball stall of her subscription since the first time she went to the cottage.

 They were already sitting inside, but the man looked uneasy as he stared many times at his own body which was only wrapped in shabby clothes. Unlike people who happen to also be in the shop that mostly wear clean clothes and also sarongs that also look new. Because the meatballs protesters were mostly also students in the pesantren kyai Hasan who came to eat during the break.

"Mbok, please meat three servings huh." Asiyah waved at the middle-aged meatball seller who was quite close to her.

"Corn, ready to Neng As." The salesman turned back and was busy with his bowl and meatballs.

 Asiyah looked like she was sitting with the man in front of her.

"Neng, I .. I'm in the wrap." The man looked sad.

"Loh, why? Eat here, Uncle's better. If it's wrapped in a cold hunt" Asiyah protested.

 The man looked down in doubt, but not a word came out of his mouth.

 Until finally the meatballs of their order arrived and Asiyah thrust two hot meatball bowls in front of the man.

"Make me?" his confused tanyanya stared at the two bowls of meatballs that were still puffing the smoke.

 Asiyah nodded and started devouring her own meatballs.

"But this is too much, Neng. Me ... I ...."

 "If uncle nolak, Asiyah will not want to know uncle again" said Asiyah firmly.

 The man relented, ate his meatballs resignedly and spent it all.

"It's over, yes Asiyah came home first yes, Uncle. Tomorrow come again just here, Asiyah help kumpulin bottle bottles in the cottage for uncle."

"Thank you" said the man, and they parted at the entrance of the cottage.

 The man walked westward, and stopped next to a car that seemed to be waiting for him. The steering wheel's glass was exposed, revealing a man in black glasses sitting there.

"How's it?" ask the man coldly.

 The man of dawafa shook his head weakly. "Sorry, boss. I haven't found any important clues."