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Emotional Overflow

Still all the while, Fatimah sobbed. He himself did not know where he wanted to go. But being at home when there were two people just now would only make his heart hurt even more.

Although he really shouldn't behave like that. In fact, a heart that feels in the crumbs cannot play a role. Now the only move is to avoid. And hope when you go home later the new couple has gone from the house next door.

Fatimah carried the speed of her car at high speed, splitting the road which was still empty because of the time which was fairly early in the morning. This is especially the weekend.

Because it was too upset, he did not realize the existence of a middle-aged woman's motorbike that suddenly came out of the alley and just came across.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim." Fatimah denied the steering wheel, in order to avoid his car hitting a woman who was piggybacking a girl.

Naas, the position of the car that is still speeding up makes the wheel slip. The car was overturned and dragged up to several meters.

***

Qonni prepared his morning breakfast with Ilyas. While Nisa herself is now playing with her Oms in the living room.

The laughter of Ibn and Abas rang out to the kitchen. A home that feels warm, and complete. Ilyas is grateful, finally this house can be touched by women again.

"Udah done..." Qonni turned off the stove. Ilyas had finished preparing the warm tea.

The man rubbed his wife's head. "That's delicious. I'd like to try a little, yeah."

"Yes" she answered, holding out a tablespoon to her husband.

The man gasped to spoon the brownish-colored rice that was still steaming inside the frying pan. Then taste it while saying bismillah.

"Eeemmm.., mashaAllah. Delicious, Dek," he said honestly.

"Really?" Qonni was visibly enthusiastic with Ilyas's response to a nod of the head, plus a thumbs-up.

"Great, my wife cooked it. Take a plate, aaah. Can't wait to eat." The man passed by, taking the plate for himself.

"It's moving first, Mas. We'll eat together."

"Yes. I am addicted to being a lupain of Ibn Abas." Chuckles while scratching his head.

Putting the plate on the table, the man turned to take the serving plate. His position looked up while holding the plate, while Qonni moved his fried rice from the pan to the serving plate.

Now all the spiced rice grains have moved places. The two of them were preparing to eat together.

But because Qonni had Nisa he also intended to postpone it. But, it wasn't Ilyas if he let his wife out without eating her breakfast. The man asked his wife to sit down and take Nisa. While he feeds his wife and himself in turn.

Finish enjoying breakfast. Ilyas was now washing his cutlery and cooking in the kitchen, while Qonni was preparing Nisa to bathe.

Women with pigtails that are not too high are removing their daughter's clothes one by one. Until the husband with a t-shirt and scabbard appeared.

"Dec, the water is ready. Nisa wants to take a shower now?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Here I take a shower."

"Emang, can Ilyas?" Qonni asked doubtfully.

"Can. I used to bathe Abas. Because you're sick, and you're busy trading rice pecel. So I took care of Abas when he was a toddler."

"But that was a long time ago. I'm worried Nisa fell into the tub."

"Yes, it's not. Here, I want to bathe the beautiful one." he said before kissing the chubby cheek Nisa. "After his mother."

"Yes..." Qonni was timid, he pushed the face of Ilyas who was trying to kiss him while teasing. The man chuckled, clutching Nisa's innocent body in the chest before passing.

The woman breathed. Slowly, she began to feel comfortable being near her second husband. Because if you think about it, the man is very attentive. It would be unfair to think of Aaron.

However, there was a sound of crying mixed with quick steps approaching the door.

Tokkk tokk! The rough sound of knocking made the woman's body aghast.

"Heh, come out you. Ilya!" The squealing sound outside rang out.

What is it? –Qonni got up while grabbing her veil, hesitantly stepping out toward the source of the voice.

"Ilyas, get out of you!"

The sound of the door still rang out. It just so happened that Abas and Ibnu had just come out to deliver a computer monitor that had been completed at the Ilyas service last night, after almost two weeks of staying at his home.

Slowly the door opened. Qonni saw a couple standing in front of the door. Unlike the man who looks angry in front of him, the wife is actually seen holding her Husband with sobs.

"Where's Ilyas?" Ask with a slightly stinging tone.

"Di–di within," he replied trembling.

"What's up, sir?" While carrying his daughter wrapped in a towel. The man approached the door.

"here, you! You fucking jerk!"

"Patience, Dad. Istighfor..." Bu Sofian was still holding his Husband's stiffened arm.

Ilyas tried to calm down, then handed Nisa to his wife. After that, approach Mr. Sofian.

Cuyiiih! The middle-aged man spat at Ilyas all of a sudden. Of course it made Qonni widen his eyes to see the husband treated like that.

Unlike the response of Bu Sofian and Qonni who were surprised, the young man just remained silent, rubbing his cheek that was exposed to saliva.

"Basic does not know himself. Satisfied you, hurt Fatimah? Not enough what?! You threw dirt in my face. And now you're deliberately showing off your affection until my son gets fucked!"

"Istighfar, Sir. Calm yourself first. What's this really about? I really don't understand." Be careful Ilyas asked.

"You don't know, you're pretending you don't understand." Sofian grabbed Ilyas's clothes on his chest before floating a raw bogem.

"Dad! Astaghfirullah al'azim..." The hysterical wife restrained her husband's arm.

"O Allah, Mas Ilyas." both Qonni's legs were stiff. Still clutched tightly Nisa, she can't go anywhere.

"Poor men do not know themselves. Because you rejected Fatimah and chose another woman, my son became ill. Now you bring your wife here. YOU DELIBERATELY, SHOW OFF THE INTIMACY IN FRONT OF FATIMAH. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HER, HUH! HE'S ACCIDENTAL. AND THIS IS ALL BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING BOY!"

"Innalise... Fatimah accident? Where is Sir?"

"No need to show a caring face. You must be satisfied, right?"

"Dad, that. We better go to the hospital instead of even rich gini. Shame, Dad. Shame on people." The wife is still breaking up.

Not to mention, a few middle-aged men approached them to break up.

"Let's go! Men do not have a rich stand he must be in love!"

"Sir, I'm really sorry if I was wrong. But I really didn't mean it."

"God!" Sofian again grabbed Ilyas's shirt. While his stern look led to the glasses guy. "You should remember yes. What happens to Fatimah? I will not forgive you!"

Mr. Sofian let go of his rough grip, after which waltzed away. Leaving Ilyas who was still glued to the door.

Because of this, the neighbors suddenly crowded. They began to sound from their lips. Two of the injured fathers tried to check the condition of Ilyas who was hit.

But with a steadfast smile, Ilyas said he was okay. His heart began to feel unsettled. Think about Fatimah's current condition.