Tears of Sholehah's Wife

Episode 12's.

Radit was busy signing the papers in front of him after Ammar finished explaining the contents. And because he was no longer able to hold back his curiosity, finally Ammar asked a question that had filled his mind.

“Hemm, sorry, sir. Cleaning service that has been working here for a long time?” Ask Ammar without further ado.

Radit raised his head and looked at Ammar. “Why? Are you interested in him?”

Ammar shook his head quickly. “Eh, no-no! That's not what I mean, sir!”

Radit chuckled while closing the file he had finished signing. “I'm just kidding! Don't strain so?”

Ammar grimaces.

“Jihan has been working here for almost two years.” Said Radit and Ammar only mangut-mangut.

“What's really why? Usually every one of my business colleagues who asks about Jihan, would be interested in her. I am not surprised, because she is beautiful and charming. But since you said you weren't interested, surely you have another reason?” Continue Radit.

Ammar stuttered, he was confused to say what reason? He also did not want to acknowledge Jihan as his wife.

“Why? Is there a problem?” Radit asked as he watched Ammar fall silent.

“Oh, no, sir! I just asked, kok.” Reply Ammar.

Radit leaned forward and stared fixedly at Ammar.

“I don't know why you asked about Jihan, but I have to tell you this. Jihan is married, so we have no chance.” Radit said with a disappointed face.

Ammar was stunned to hear Radit's words. “Kita? You mean?”

“Yes, you and me. Honestly, I had intended to propose to Jihan, but lost quickly with her husband.” Sahut Radit while laughing bitterly.

“So you like it?”

“Who doesn't like women as beautiful and as good as Jihan? He is sincere, gentle and Sholeha. Truly prospective bidadari paradise.” Praise Radit.

“But today we can't judge someone just from the outside, maybe actually he's not as good as we think. Could have been he was materialistic and just pretended to be good.” Rebut Ammar, given what Miranda said about Jihan.

“Yes, you are right. But if Jihan, I'll bet, she really is a kind-hearted Sholehah woman and not a materialistic woman type.”

Ammar is speechless to hear Radit's beliefs about Jihan, strongly inversely proportional to what Miranda said about the woman.

“You may not believe it because you do not know him yet, but if you already know what Jihan is like, you will definitely be interested.” Radit.

Ammar laughed as he shook his head. “You could have, Sir.”

“Loh, I'm serious!” Reply Radit. “Jihan is different, I just hope God still leaves one like him for me.”

“May you get it, Sir.”

“Aamiin .. aamiin ..” Radit. “That's right, we're talking about Jihan. I'm always happy if anyone asks about him.” Radit laughed to himself.

“Oh, yes-yes. Later we arrange the next meeting to see the process of building the project.” Cetus Radit's.

“Iya, Sir. Excuse me, good afternoon.”

“Happy day.”

After finishing talking with Radit, Ammar decided to go with various thoughts about Jihan. And when he came out of the Ritz Corporation building, his net accidentally caught a familiar body throwing garbage under the hot sun.

“Are you that good?” Inner Ammar, he continued to watch over Jihan from a distance.

Just as Jihan was about to go inside, Ammar rushed away before the woman saw her presence there.

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The time has changed, the bright blue sky is now dark because black clouds are beginning to gather and prepare to fall into a raindrop. Jihan got off the bus and walked into the gate of the elite housing she lives in now, her steps a little rushed as it was already very late afternoon and it was about to rain.

“Why is it suddenly so cloudy? Though the sun was very hot this afternoon.” Mumbled Jihan as she continued walking.

Cetaaarr ....

“Allahuakbar!” Jihan screamed in shock as she covered both her ears due to the sudden thunderous sound of lightning.

And it rained very hard, as if the water had been spilled out of the sky. Jihan is confused looking for shelter, around it there are only trees and luxury houses with towering fences.

“I have to take shelter where?” Jihan dyed here and there, her clothes were wet.

Suddenly a black Range Rover Velar car that he was very familiar with flashed past just leaving him. Jihan was only able to stare with eyes full of sadness that car away from him, Ammar did not intend to give him a ride.

Finally Jihan resigned. He stepped under the rain, letting his body get wet and trembling with cold.

Before long, Jihan arrived home right along with the azan Magrib reverberating.

“Assalamualaikum, Mang.” Say hello to Jihan with trembling lips.

“Wa’alaikumsalam. Astagfirullah! Neng Jihan why is it raining? Later sick, Neng.” Sahut Mang Jaja who immediately excited to see Jihan soaked.

“Nothing, Mang. It was a responsibility earlier, a little more until.”

“After I get you a towel!”

“Not done, Mang! Let me just go in from the side door. Mang Jaja please open the door, yes.”

“Iya, Neng.” Mang Jaja immediately entered and opened the side door for Jihan.

After squeezing her wet clothes, Jihan rushed in and climbed upstairs. Ammar who was making tea in the kitchen just looked at the woman.

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