She's My Husband Not My Foster Father

Chapters. 29

"I am not a weak woman that you can easily take for granted, I will find a good time to take revenge for your treatment!" Arifah growls while cooking seafood fried rice for Aura.

Arifah added a little laxative to the fried rice, "either successfully or not depending on the condition of his body Mbak A-u-r-a," he said that spelling the name of a woman does not know that she should be a bitch in her house.

"If I had known that if Dad was married to another woman, I wouldn't have been obsessed with asking him to marry me even though I loved him so much, I would still have the dignity and conscience of a woman," arifah murmured while stirring the food to mix well with the spatula.

A few minutes later, the cooking she cooked meant it was time to deliver the food to her husband's room with the honey.

"Hopefully you both like the cuisine of chef Arifah that is so delicious and appetizing for anyone who sees and smells the fragrance of my seafood fried rice specially made for Aura Ramdani with Fauzi As'ad Anwar," his great-granddaughter Arifah who smiled intently that he had imagined how the two would react after finishing a plate of warm fried rice plus the complement of sambal terasi with his favorite shrimp cracker Fauzi.

The direction immediately climbed the stairs very carefully considering his enlarged stomach that made his movement limited. Arifah walked towards the top of the stairs as he prepared to bring the request from Aura her husband's legitimate wife. With nasgor that has been mixed sweetly with laxatives that will make both sway.

"It turned out like this when Aliya's mom was holding me, thankou you so much mami Aliya for your sacrifice so that I could be born into this world, tomorrow God willing… I'm going on a pilgrimage to her grave mami and papi Zainul, I miss you both," his great-grandson Arifah who continued to climb one by one steps of the stairs until his feet were already in front of the entrance of his private room Fauzi his adoptive father.

Until the two senses of hearing, hearing the voice of someone who is able to make him angry and upset.

"Why not use mc! For the sound of both sounds to be heard out to around the complex area," he snorted Arifah.

With a heavy heart, she knocked on the door even though the door was not tightly closed, reluctantly Arifah stood in the doorway while waiting for her husband to take a tray containing some of the food.

"Wait!" Shouted irritably from the direction in the room.

Fauzi immediately plucked the body out of his cage by force, just turning a blanket over part of his body.

"Sorry to disturb the game of the horses, this fried rice orders Mbak Aura already so, daunted cool if the cold does not taste good anymore," he added Arifah who tried to smile widely showed the row of teeth.

The direction as hard as he tried to smile even though in his heart screams frustration and sadness and disappointment and hate united in his mind.

Aura noticed the look on her face Arifah which was not as she had imagined before, she imagined Arifah crying sobbing and ketar ketir feeling from seeing the hot activities of both. However, his conjecture was grossly wrong what he expected was not in keeping with the facts on the pitch.

Aura squeezed firmly into her badcover," ish basic two-faced, why also did she not cry or act rudely to me after seeing me like this, damn I failed this time, I failed, what the hell is his heart made so strong as to hold his anger," said Aura who sat on the bed by wrapping a bedcover into his body.

"Welcome to enjoy my special cuisine with all my heart I cook it hopefully according to the tongue of father and Ma'am Aura, if that's why I say first dad wants to go to the market because it's morning too, assalamualaikum," his saying was Arifah who smiled but, his heart screamed to see the man who was still loved and loved was alone with the other woman of her husband's dream.

The direction of the little humming gave a joyful song that did not reflect and describe the contents of his heart that was so broken formless that, he had difficulty distinguishing whether this was love or hate that he felt.

Walking directions waiting for public transportation, because he could not ride an online ojek with his distended stomach. The direction of walking while occasionally greeting some people who happened to pass by and cross paths with him.

"I'm sure the medicine has reacted, I hope you enjoy the comfort of my cooking" his great-grandson Arifah turned his head towards his house.

There are some people who are sorry to see the helplessness and condition of it. There is also a partial no comment with what has happened with the unfortunate fate experienced by the Arifah, there are even those who sneer at it with their own choices.

But, all of that, he replied with a smile. Although he often cried, disappointed but, still trying to stand up to the test of his life is so heartbreaking.

The direction occasionally stands occasionally sitting waiting for the arrival of a busway or an angkot car. But until a few minutes later, none of the vehicles had passed the road. Until the roar of the engine stopped behind him.

"Waalaikum greetings, sorry who?" The question hangs after Arifah clearly sees who the man standing next to him is with his sweetest smile that he gives specifically to Arifah.

"Finally see you again, by the way how many months has your stomach been? Until you dare to go to and fro, wiri with your distended stomach," said Fajar Arthur Prayoga.

The man who a few months ago about five months ago was able to help him, when suddenly his motorbike broke down in the middle of the road when he returned from his cooking course on his first day.

"Mas Dawn? True not my guess," said Arifah kindly.

"That's one guess, it turns out his memory is sharp as well" he said Fajar.

"Mas Dawn is also a good memory, still remember clearly my name until it calls it complete everything," he replied Arifah with a joke.

Dawn laughed wryly in response to the words of the female direction that made her curious to get closer to him.

"Where are you going? Only six in the morning was standing at the bus stop,"

"I want to go to Mas market, it just so happens that the basic needs in the kitchen of the stock have run out, so all the streets are relaxed while looking for fresh air outside" he said Arifah.

Dawn silently noticed the look on his face of Arifah and there was a drop of dew at the end of his eye-pleaser that had not had time for the Arifah seka. The reflex dawn immediately helped wipe away the rest of her teardrops. The direction that is treated sweetly like that only reacts speechlessly without rejection or rebellion is touched by another man who is not her husband or her own brother.

The direction seemed to be hypnotized and washed away in the sincere attention given and addressed by the Dawn to it. The direction was immediately realized from his attitude which he thought was a delay.

"Sorry, I was presumptuous to touch you, I just wrongly saw earlier I thought there was dirt stuck but it turns out I was wrong," he said.

"It's okay Mas," he said.

The atmosphere in the place became awkward, both became misbehaved until a busway stopped right in front of the two.

"I'm sorry I said yes Mas Dawn," assalammualaikum,"

The direction walked hurriedly into the bus without turning his head even a little towards Dawn which was still silent.

"I've known what happened to you, it's unfortunate that your fate at the age of twenty years has been faced with a very strange situation,"

Elsewhere, Fauzi has almost four times in and out of the toilet, after eating food made special by Arifah. However, both of them did not suspect that Wisdom put a foreign object into their food.

"This is because of the actions of Mas himself who ate sambel mostly, try earlier Mas horrin my words will certainly not be like this," grunting Aura who was annoyed to see Fauzi who was like that because the activities of the two were not complete to make Aura mists.

"You're not looking for drugs instead just ranting not clear," Fauzi's circus whose face was pale with sweat pouring all over his body.

While Arifah occasionally laughs giggling if you imagine what happened in the residence of the relics of his parents. Although, the wrong target but at least the plan succeeded in a big success. What Arifah did got a plot from some of the people who happened to be with him on the bus.