She's My Husband Not My Foster Father

Chapters. 27

"It doesn't matter to me, my father fired all the housekeepers and my gardeners where I protested at all, the most important thing is that I can take the course and give birth to my future child later it is enough I do not need anything else as long as this time do not forbid me to take the course,"

"Okay, I like you who are obedient like this, you are obeyed by all my commands you will be safe" explained Fauzi who then passed from before him Arifah

The direction of stroking her stomach that had slightly bulged at the age of her pregnancy was already two months away.

"Insha Allah, Mama will fight and strive to be strong and patient to live all this for your sake Mama's heart, may you be born into this world, dad will change as ever again who always spoils me, you are the reason Mama so can still be strong until this moment live her household life Mama," his great-granddaughter Arifah while continuing to clean the entire living room with a vacuum cleaner.

Arifah was very happy because she got permission from her husband to go out and take cooking training lessons. After tidying up the entire contents of the kitchen and some of the kitchen furniture he wore, he immediately cleaned the other room and did not forget to cook some food for both security and one gardener. It was only the workers in his home who were left behind by Fauzi As'ad Anwar.

"Thank God, my father let me out of this house, it's time to get out of that prison, hopefully it's a good start going forward," his murmur immediately walked towards the changing room to change clothes while occasionally kicking and humming his favorite song.

The direction immediately walked towards the exit and did not forget to close the door of his house. With a happy heart he walked towards the carport of his car. But, it would be surprised to see the carport of his house empty jump a single vehicle is not in the place.

"Oh my God, why can't you do this to me, but my name is not Azizah Oktarani Zainul's direction if you can't get out of here that can only rely on cars or motorcycles, it looks like there is a bike belonging to Mr. Rahmat hopefully can be loaned to me," he muttered Arifah who immediately accelerated his steps towards the security post.

"Assalamualaikum," said Mr. Grace who immediately stood in front of the Arifah after seeing the arrival of the Arifah.

"Waalaikum greetings," said Arifah who returned his greetings to Pak Rahmat his home security guard.

The direction of fretting looking for the existence of a bicycle that is always used by Mr. Grace if coming to work in the house.

"Sorry Non, seems to be looking for something?" Ask Mr. Grace who followed the direction of his vision.

"Eh a-nu Pak sa-ya looking for his bike the father of his plan I want to borrow, but it seems like the bike I mean does not exist" said Arifah who was embarrassed by his intention.

"If the bike happened to be used by my son Anne, she said today there was an ornamental bicycle race at her school, so I took off on a bicycle, but I only used it hehe," he said Mr. Rahmat who laughed grimly introduced his blind motorbike.

The direction was happy because it was helped by the motorbike which was around twenty years old.

"No problem sir, the most important thing can still be used and used why not I do not matter really," concluded Arifah who walked around the red motorbike.

"I'm sorry sir today I've been troublesome, God willing… if you already have your own motorbike, you may not borrow anymore, you do not have to worry that I will take care of the motorbike like myself and will certainly refuel anyway," explained Arifah.

"If so please wear Non, be careful on this road his helmet," said Pak Rahmat while thrusting a red helmet also in line with the color of the motorbike.

"Thank you very much sir, assalamualaikum,"

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful on the road," cried Mr. Grace.

"People with her fate Miss Arifah was once very fond of being pampered but, after they were married instead used as a maid in her own house, even stopped college and was forbidden to go again," mr. Adi is a gardener.

"What you're saying is, it's like the wheel's life keeps turning, but I'm sure that one day Mr. Fauzi will experience great regret with his treatment of the owner of the company and all the wealth he now claims to be his, that's," the reflection of the merciful Grace sir saw the direction.

Directions forward the motor at medium speed to the address where the cooking course. The direction lived it earnestly and seriously until the hour came home.

"Thank God today is quite tiring, aren't you exhausted, son?" Arifah muttered while rubbing his stomach after cleaning all the equipment he was wearing.

A few minutes later, he said goodbye to some of his classmates and his tutor.

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully my training today can be applied at home" said Arifah.

The direction turns on the motorbike engine, but it has repeatedly not wanted to turn on as well, even though it was six o'clock past already entered magrib time.

"Yes Allah.why with this motorbike, so I filled the gas tank full, fortunately I could save money monthly shopping every day and I set aside the rest for my daily needs,"

The direction was crouching in front of Rahmat Husein's motorcycle, but he had not found the problem either.

The direction had given up as well, finally choosing to push the motor while looking for the nearest workshop. Until the sound of the motor horn makes him turn his head towards the source of the two-wheeled sound. The direction protects both of his glare-eyed balls.

"Sorry Ma'am seems like the bike needs to go to a mechanic," added the man who is about the same age as Fatir and Fahmi his adoptive uncle.

"Yes nih Mas, just do not know where there is a workshop on the road here," said Arifah who still push his motorbike bututnya Pak Rahmat.

"Try parking to that place, I'll check the bike,"

The direction without a word immediately carried out the orders of the man he had just known and saw in the place. The man immediately took some of his hardware keys inside his motorcycle saddle.

"The bike's brood after I checked the bus was hit by water, so it's dead it can't go on" the man explained.

"So how dong mas how to do it like this?" Tanya Arifah who started to panic and worried if her father had come home and would scold her who came home late.

"Look, I'll help you, but there's a condition,"

"Condition! If nolongin the person does not use the conditions, why nolong if use the conditions of all," he said Arifah.

The man smiled at Arifah's nagging and grumbling which he thought was sweet and funny.

"I only give an easy condition, which is to introduce your name with an address plus a phone number," said the man who smiled showing a row of white and neat teeth.

"Well, I guess what, my name is Azizah Oktarani Zainul, street address xx and my phone number is broken so I don't have a phone number,"

"A really beautiful name as the owner of the name, if I'm Fajar Arthur Prayoga, still single not married, do not have a girlfriend let alone fiancee," he said Fajar while introducing himself.

After talking while repairing the bike until good as ever, Arifah also said goodbye to go home.

"Thanks a lot for his help Mas Dawn, I'm sorry I don't have enough money so for a while I owe first, God willing next time we meet again I just pay," said Arifah while turning on the engine of the motor.

"There is no need, he said to help it there are some conditions, which are to be sincere and sincere without asking for anything and anything in return" he said.

"If so I say that my husband has gone home, assalamualaikum,"

The look on his face instantly changed after hearing the words from Arifah who said he already had a husband.

"It seems like my meeting with him is really late, but I hope that one day we can meet again and if we meet again it means that we will be a match,"

The direction of driving the motorbike at a high enough speed, until it only takes a few minutes, he has arrived.

"Dad has come home apparently, hopefully not angry because I came home late," said Arifah then turned the door knob of his house.

Her steps stopped after seeing her husband making out with a woman he did not know at all.

"Astagfirullahaladzim," She immediately turned her face away from seeing what her husband was doing with his mistress.

His tears shed instantly, he tried to toughen up against the trials in his household heresy.

"For the sake of my baby-to-be, I have to live my life strong,"

The direction immediately walked towards the stairs to climb the steps one by one towards his room.

"Is this one of the reasons why Dad doesn't behave well with me anymore? why would you do this to me, I should do it in my room or in a hotel, please,"