Sincerity Jelita's Heart

Sincerity Jelita's Heart
Chapter 44. Searching for Ways



The news that Aunt Jelita brought was very surprising, I could not believe that there was no evidence that showed the truth.


So that's how Ratna's been doing all this time, then whether her family doesn't know about it or they know but they cover it up.


"What's with all that evidence everyone's gonna believe?" many doubt.


"If the Bu Yuli Family does not know yet, it may be very surprised to see the behavior of his son who he is proud of. But if they already know but keep everything tight, there may be a cause. First maybe because you don't want the good name of Bu Yuli and her husband who is a religious leader is tarnished."


"Second probably because you don't want her husband as a candidate to know and don't want to marry him."


Aunt Jelita's words are quite reasonable as well. I also agree. "But why should I Tan, marry me will not make their good name better, I am not a religious leader and never come to the mosque."


"It is precisely that that makes them choose you, first because Ms Wanti who wants to immediately have a ghost and happens to be Ratna in accordance with the criteria of Bu Wanti. Sholehah is like what we see. Second, there seems to be something we don't know. Auntie's gonna find out..."


I feel very lucky to have Aunt Jelita supporting me. If there wasn't him I would've been married to Ratna since yesterday - yesterday without me investigating first what happened.


"Thank you Tan, thank you for helping me."


"Tama-sama mas, Aunt will not let other women become wives. If all this is proven and you're out of wedlock. Aunty will fight to get Mom Wanti's heart."


My hands are outstretched cupping both cheeks Aunt Jelita. My eyes are fixed on his eyeballs. From the beginning I never questioned age or status. To me Aunt Jelita is a figure that amazes me.


"I also want to be my wife, Auntie, not another..." My lips immediately I landed on the thin but tempting lips of Aunt Jelita.


If anything else I may still be amateurish, but if in this one I guarantee the expert. Because my slightly thick b1bir makes it easier for me to attack my co-star.


"Mhmmpp...." Decap sounds began to be heard as Aunt Jelita began to reply. Apparently he doesn't want to lose to me. Nimbly dancing in my mouth. I greeted her with joy, I twitched and I danced, exchanged flavors.


Hosh... For fifteen minutes we felt each other. No one wants to lose and give up. As a man I don't want to budge, as proof that I'm capable. We were clinging to each other and twisting not to be separated. Not forgetting my hands did not stay still in taking advantage of the situation. Evident by what was already plastered real in front of my eyes.


"That's because Auntie enjoyed our game too much. I want that again Tan, can't I?" Very anxious if the two objects are challenging. I want to spend this time too.


"But Haris doesn't want to work?"


"Geez, why did I forget." I patted my own forehead, condemning my carelessness. "Tan, I have to leave immediately. Thank you for everything," I said while fixing my messy clothes.


"Geez, don't rush like that. Ride the motorbike also do not speed. Aunty does not want Haris why," said Aunt Jelita worried about me. I feel like I have a wife like this.


I got closer to Aunt Jelita before leaving, I kissed her cheesy forehead. "I'll be careful Tan, I don't want to leave Auntie either."


"Don't be naughty, either, even though I don't see it, but I can feel it when Haris nakall."


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I feel guilty for keeping the factory matter a secret from Aunt Jelita, but I don't want to add to her mind. Thinking about Ratna and her family alone must be enough to make you dizzy and drain energy and money.


"Where might I be if I had a pretty aunt waiting for me."


"Mas Haris could have been, yes be careful. Call Auntie if there's anything."


"Yes Tan."


I pushed my bike all the way to the end of the road so as not to make a sound. Fortunately, the people around him are sleeping like him. In this complex it is quite quiet at night.


"Who is that, isn't that Miss Yuli's house?