That Sissy Man is My Husband

Unexpected windfall.

A year later.

No more news from Farhan. He also stopped bothering us.

Thank God my house is fine.

At dawn we woke up from the living room couch. We both slept outside.

Fajr prayer resided, we immediately prayed together.

After that I had morning activities as usual.

I grabbed a broom, and started cleaning the house.

It just so happened that today's work holiday.

He helped me. Washing dishes.

At 8 am the child wakes up. Shower and breakfast.

They started to hear their footsteps playing.

When sweeping the courtyard arrived I saw a guest coming.

A group of black suit men came carrying a special black suitcase.

Dika is out. We are both confused.

"What's this?" ask Dika.

I didn't answer because I was confused as to what this was.

"With Mulan's mother? this is all for you and your family" the man said, giving me a letter.

To Mulan and Dika.

Forgive me for all my mistakes, sorry I can't apologize in person. Accept this gift from me, if you do not accept it.

You can donate to someone else or wherever it is up to you. Oh yes I also handed over the heirs of the company and all my property to Ali Alhanan. The first child of mulan and dika. Don't worry, Dika can replace her while waiting for ali to mature and be ready to continue his company. There are assistants who will look after and teach you.

This treasure belongs to you, your rights.

May we never see each other again, just one of my prayers, please forgive me all my mistakes, so that I can leave in peace.

^^^Farhan.^^^

I don't know what else to say.

The man in black began handing him a black suitcase and a car key. As well as a check worth 15 billion rupiah.

The man told me to open the suitcase.

I slowly opened the suitcase, I think the contents of the money turned out to be full of gold bars. Along with his letter. 15 kilos of gold bullion, -+ worth 15 billion rupiah.

Not just there. This is just the beginning.

We can only obey.

"Sorry for the arrival of us who arrived, could Ali please be called here?" said Farhan's lawyer.

I called Ali and sat down with us. Thank goodness my other children are not fussy, they play alone.

"Brother Ali. Mr. Farhan handed over all his property and company to you, but since Ali was still a child to lead the company, Mr. Farhan asked Mr. Dika to start it. The fate of the company is in your hands" exclaimed Farhan's lawyer.

"I don't know what to do" exclaimed Dika. All is sudden.

"Sir Dika don't worry we will patiently teach you" exclaimed assistant Farhan.

"Farhan is still alive but he is dying now, he can't get up, and can only lie in a hospital bed. Would you like to see him one last time?" exclaimed Farhan's assistant while wiping away her tears.

Dika and I looked at each other and nodded. We tried so hard to reject him. But aldo forced us a little. He begged to his knees before us.

We're not good.

"But he's being treated in town x, not in town, are you ready to go home?" Excited Mr. Aldo Farhan's assistant.

After discussing with dika. We finally visited Farhan in the hospital.

"All right" I exclaimed.

"You can pack from now on, we will help manage the transfer of your child's school there, we will also take care of your transfer data, then we leave first" said Mr. Aldo.

"Contact us if you are ready to move" he said again while giving a business card.

Like dreams. I hated Farhan but seeing him dying as I am now I also could not bear, not because of the treasure he gave but because of the humanity side I had. He has many faults, may Allah forgive his sins.

I hugged my youngest son, Aydan who was a child. Her clothes were torn because they were fragile, because it was actually ali's clothes as a child that I kept. Some have eaten termites in old cabinets.

It doesn't feel like 15 more years have been my marriage to Dika. I love the suffering we went through together. I looked at our rental house made of wood. Leak over here and there. Impressed Slum.

It's also sad that he died in this place, considering that we lived here for a long time.

The next day, I said goodbye to the neighbors, and immediately took care of our move back to our hometown.

"It's very sad that Mak Ali and his family came home, don't forget us well" exclaimed Sumiati as he hugged me. Ms. Sumiati is the owner of the contract that we have been in.

Mothers who knew me well gathered at home. They are very sad. I don't want to leave here either. But this is also for the good of my family's economy.

Mr. RT was also seen in my house talking to Dika. We are ready to move.

"Road here well, at least once a year" exclaimed Ms. Kana.

"God willing" I cried. I won't forget they're good people who always help me, feed me, and others.

Every year they also give me priority to get social assistance, qurban meat and others. Because in that village my family is the most difficult and poor.

"The face of Bu Mulan is not suitable to be a poor person, hopefully there you are successful well" said Mr. RT.

"Aamiin, hehe can ajja pack this RT" I exclaimed.