That man is my husband

Different Girl

I'm still in the peer caring foundation, still wanting to linger here. Then so that I don't feel bored I finally want to see the children paint, because it just so happens that they are honing their painting skills.

This is what I love about fellow caring foundations, giving skills to all foundation residents, especially children. The reason is, so that when they want to be independent and have a new life, they are equipped with the skills to make their own money.

Dret...

phone nailed my pants vibrate, Mother's name written there. I also went to the back leaving the children, to pick up the phone from Mother.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum Bun,"

"Wa'alaikum greetings, dear. You where?

" Zain again has Bun business, what is Bun?"

"There's nothing, just want to keep you up, later tonight don't come home late, want Om Irwan with his daughter here."

"Om Irwan where's Bun? Zain doesn't know."

"The time of the child Mother forgot, it's lo whose home in Cibubur. You used to be little when you were often invited there as papa."

"Oh yes, Zain remembered, yes Zain will try not to come home late."

"Don't try dong, but you have to."

"Yes, it's up to Mommy. Zain hang up Assalamu'alaikum Mother."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

The phone connection was cut off, I could only sigh. It's an invitation to an umpteenth dinner. Mommy seems to have a new hobby now, invite all your business associates, then introduce me to their daughter.

Actually, I don't like having to be in a match like this. Nor does anyone want to, even too many want to, make me always feel uncomfortable.

Not ungrateful anyway, given the advantages of a handsome face above this average, only I was too uncomfortable. I haven't found the woman who really made my heart and my heart beat.

After picking up the phone from Mommy, I want to go back to see the children, but only my front door vibrates again, and this time the phone from Radit.

I went back to the backyard to pick up the phone from Radit. Radit's call forced me to leave this place, even though I still wanted to be with them.

Without saying goodbye to the foundation board, I immediately left. When I was about to get to the car, next to my car was parked a motor Scoop* similar to having a girl I met on the road.

But, I dismissed that presumption. Because many motors are the same, even with the exact same color. This is the second time in a day I find the same motorbike, exactly like the woman's.

Without thinking any more, I got in the car and drove her towards Radit's house. There was Kevin, our friend who had just returned from Ausie, he said he wanted to meet together after about two years without seeing each other.

It was late afternoon, so I thought there was no harm in seeing a friend first.

Arriving at Radit's house, I was treated to a sight that made my eyes dirty. I realize Radit is just like Kevin is a player, it's natural that their days are surrounded by comfort women.

"Your habits are still the same as it turns out," my lips when I just entered, then shook hands with Kevin, "How are you guys."

"As Mr. ustadz sees, I'm very good very good."

"Tumben pak ustadz did not say hello." ledek Radit when I just sat down.

Smiling blandly, "You say hello, no so, after seeing the sight that soiled the eyes."

"Damn it, what shit are we, '" protested Kevin.

That's how when we met, threw each other a trick and I never mind their hobby that a player, as long as there is a limit of fairness, no ****.

Fortunately they always listen to my words, for them I am his advisor, their abal-abal. Challenge them if they don't heed my words.

When the time has come, I remember the order of Mother, so that I am not late to go home. I also asked for permission to go home to Radit and Kevin, but before returning home I invited them to pray first including the women who were dressed for lack of material.

I stared adem at Radit and Kevin, as they wore sarongs and peci, saucy.

"Don't look at Zain, I know in your heart you must be bad at both of us, right?" sahut Radit as Zain stared at them.

"Who said? I even saw you guys look like this. The player's impression is gone, seriously." while displaying fingers like the letter V

I laughed, and shook my head. "Udah, we start praying, ikamah Dit."

"Kok me, not just Kevin." protested Radit.

"Lu is told, Bambang."

"Ck," Radit clucked, but continued to do as I asked

"Don't protest, cool, really." My god to Radit.

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Finished praying Isya congregated, and I was about to clear my former prayer mobile phone vibrating. Mother's name is listed there, I saw a new clock also 19.30 wib, not yet my thoughts. But, Mother was impatient, had contacted me again.

Finally I shifted the green icon, "Hello, Assalamualaikum, Bun, there's ap..."

"Hurry to Ze's hospital, Papa's having a heart attack." Mother behind the phone and sobbing.

"What hospital? Ze's going there?"

"Medical Hospital, get over here Ze."

"Mother don't cry, Ze's there now."

Without saying hello, I immediately turned off the phone and soon probably reached the hospital.

"What's up Zain, why do you look so riled up." Ask Kevin, while cleaning up his former prayers.

"Papa's in the hospital, and I have to get there, Mother herself."

I ran straight away, without saying goodbye to Radit or Kevin,

"Hey wait! i'm coming!"

"I'm in a hurry, just come to the medical hospital" I said as I passed.

Up outside, I remember, here by car, it definitely takes a long time to get in the car. Then I remembered Radit's motor sport. I went back to Radit House, wanting to borrow his motorbike.

"Why come back again?" ask Radit

"I pinjem motor belongs to you well, let's hurry up if you ride it."

"Let's take it first, you don't freak out rich by Ze."

"Quick Dit,"

After the motor sport lock in his hand, he rushed away, and drove quickly to the hospital.

On the way, I was hit by an incident. I hit someone's motorcycle, so the owner fell and hit the motor body. I obviously panicked more, I immediately went down and approached the owner of the motorbike.

And again I was surprised, when panicked like this I still remember the bike, the owner of the motorcycle on the side of the road who just kept watching me. And I looked back at that bike, which I just hit

"Oh Allah" cried the woman, and managed to make me realize.

I wanted to help him, but he refused. The reason is fear of touching. And the girl's words made me think that she must be a different girl than the women who approached me.

It didn't feel like my heart rippled as he lifted his face and I clearly saw him, the angel, my inner being at that moment. I shook my head, because I had been presumptuous to admire a girl, who was not lawful to me.

I apologize again, and offer to be in between to the hospital or on the way home. But, he refused, instead he told me to go first.

I refuse to go, though I have to take responsibility. But, the girl instead kekeh forced me to go first, he said papa's health is more important.

Forced and sinful I left him. But in my heart I promised to take responsibility, if God meant that I would meet him again.

Zain pov off