Tafakur Love Mualaf

Yunah Accused

The kitchen was again a place of wriggling, being the target of a dancing knife. Slitting, back and forth, or cutting. The tables were tidied up by Fiha, as they looked dirty.

"It's a shame I'm diligent." praises Hasbi.

"Thank you my dear has already bothered to praise." replied Fiha.

"Who praises you, I praise myself." joked Hasbi.

"Ah lie, it must be for me." Fiha wanted to feel like muffling Hasbi's cheeks.

Hasbi smiled looking at his wife, the more love. "Yes, praise you."

"Thank you, baby heheh..." Chuckles, put on a hug show.

Syansa was even happy to see this, it means that her parents' household was harmonious.

After a long training day had passed, it was now time for the match to begin. Umar was excited in the field, wearing the same uniform. All the members of the basketball team are very compact.

"Spirit! The spirit!" Aliya shouted, raising her hands in the air.

The ball goes into the basketball ring. The audience cheered happily, especially Aliya whose spirit was matchless.

"Thank you Aliya, you always support our team" Umar said.

"too awkward, don't act like this" Aliya replied.

While on the other side, Fiha saw Yunah who was standing pecking. Occasionally staring at the shifting leaves from the branches of the tree. Looking at the green leaves that were blown by the wind.

"Mother why?" Read Fiha's attention, pat Yunah's shoulder.

"It's okay." replied Yunah.

"Tell me, don't hesitate." said Fiha, softly.

"There was a problem with the boutique, as it experienced a decline in revenue. Mother reprimands a buyer who steals, but when angry is even verbalized." explained Yunah.

"We have to find a firm way to give him a warning" Fiha said.

"Well, we'll discuss it together." Yunah pinched her temple, which felt shrill.

Suddenly a knock on the door rang out, Fiha stepped foot slowly to open it. He was surprised to find out who was coming. It turned out to be a group of reporters who wanted to interview, what had happened.

"Yes, but I can explain what happened" replied Fiha.

"We want to meet Mother Yunah directly" said one man, making the most insistent voice.

"No, my mother-in-law is sick. If you want to talk enough of me, don't bring him, his condition has just been shocked." explains Fiha, trying to make them understand.

Journalists barged in when they were not allowed. They really had no manners, as it forced the hosts who were clearly forbidding.

"Eh, you don't rebel." Fiha tried to block, by stretching out his palms.

"In a moment, we want to see Yunah's mother." A woman pushed Fiha violently.

Fiha fell to the floor, and drew blood from the nose. Yunah heard the commotion of people cheering, muttering like an army of beetles, forcing herself in the room to come out.

"Fiha, are you okay?" Jonah helped him stand up.

Fiha shook his head, even though his body felt limp. "It's okay Mom, just a little pushed." Don't want her in-laws to worry.

Yunah pulled the noisy reporters away. No matter they were furious, Yunah amplified the volume of the gas. People like them cannot humanize another human being. It's worth learning, and getting kicked out of the house.

"Go from here!" Yunah screamed with emotion, as her daughter-in-law was hurt.

"Bad, so rude of him. What kind of parents, what kind of businessmen, how much to treat others." A woman was whispering, with the man next to her.

"Let's see, it doesn't seem child-friendly." Whisper again, followed by another.

Yunah did not care about their response, instantly locking the door. Afterwards he took a deep breath, then fell unconscious behind the door. Fiha immediately restrained his in-laws body before collapsing to the floor.

Fiha and Hasbi went to work together, and suddenly complex mothers pelted them with small black stones. Hasbi protects Fiha, so as not to be hit.

"The family under the guise of shar'i only, but do not have good manners." Glaring at the vigilante.

"Momens, please do not arbitrarily slander others yes. If my wife's doing anything, I can all sue you." Hasbi gave an affirmation, so that they do not want to.

"Take it, if you're not ashamed to see your mother in prison. Before us, he had already acted arrogantly first." Nyolot without sin.

Hasbi refused to deny their words, but Fiha immediately took her husband's hand. "Here you go, baby, we'd better go. They're human beings who are good at following, but don't know the truth." Fiha seduced Hasbi, whispering softly.

Fiha's stomach suddenly felt cramped, and he hugged Hasbi's waist so tightly. He was afraid of falling, before arriving at the office. She's pregnant, so she needs to be good at taking care of herself.