The Cost of Trust

The Cost of Trust
The Part 181



The boutique atmosphere is a little tense. Fortunately it was still eight, so no customers had come here yet.


"You guys?! No need to watch this drama, do the job as usual!", say aziz to his employees.


The ob was still sitting on his couch. Sonia was getting restless. Is his boss really wet tight? So stupid! Sonia, swearing in the heart.


"Bro..there are far away guests! Our beloved sister-in-law!", said Fai while embracing Rashid. Aziz pretended to be surprised.


"Masyaallah..are you Rashid? How are you?", Aziz stretched out his hand.


Rashid did the same. It's just that he put on a sour face.


"Kok did not say that I want to go to Jakarta, you know that we welcome him!", said Aziz calmly. Rashid did not say any words.


Aziz turned to me. Of course I was salting. He's coming closer to me.


"Darling, what are you doing here?", Aziz grabbed my waist.


"I want to come here."


Aziz knew Dian would be here with Dadan, who told him earlier.


"You want to play detective-detective with Dadan?", now Aziz glanced at his sister-in-law. Dadan scratched his head that was not itching.


"Let's finish in the room!", whispered Aziz in my ear. You are Lo Di!!!!


Mas Aziz walked towards Rashid again.


"Sonia's sister, don't know this handsome boss?", Aziz asked Sonia.


"Who? no!" said Sonia Ketus.


"How are you?", Aziz poked the ob's arm. He just looked down.


"Jawab!", snapped Aziz. But instead Fai patted his best friend's shoulder.


"Lo don't snap, there's a bini lo. Lo mau Dian kumat again because of the sound of Lo rich gladek!", whispered Fai.


Mas Aziz glanced at me. I'm just trying to dampen my feelings. Yes, I have to fight my trauma.


I chose to sit. Fai approached me.


"Are you okay?" asked Fai.


I could have justadz Kw take the chance! Inner Aziz.


"No. Why me?", I asked.


Fai approached ob again.


"What is the Rashid who knows you?", asked Fai to Rashid.


"Stop twirling your nonsense!", cried Rashid.


Aziz who ignited emotions gripped the collar of his sister-in-law's shirt. But Dadan and Fai managed to pull it off.


"Patience at mas!", Dadan grabbed Aziz's shoulder.


I just sit and sit on the sofa. It's almost half nine. Do I have enough time to go to the office? While the problem in front of me just doesn't know the bright spot.


"What do you mean by Rashid Sonia to tempt me? Want to ruin my relationship with my wife? What is your purpose?!", Aziz began to be unable to hold back his emotions.


"Yes. I just wanted to make you and Dian separate. I paid Sonia and the ob. Wh why? Don't take it?!"


"God! I was wrong, nyolot again!", now Fai who followed upset with Rashid.


"What have we done to you? Dian and I never even messed with your lives. You and mom Amas!"


"Yes. But you shouldn't be greedy Ziz! You run three mama's boutiques. And your sister is just one boutique in Surabaya. You men should be able to fend for themselves, don't just rely on your parents' legacy!"


"Owh..so...because of this? Because you're jealous? What do you want? You want mama's boutique in the same management of you all? Or Mama Imas? Huh yeah?"


"Mama is a favoritist! He loved his son more than his daughter!"


"Don't slander mama like that!", hardened Aziz.


"If you want to take care of your boutique, please. Tell mama. Why should I make a slander, make a scene in my household!?"


"Because I know, you're a man who's easily seduced by women."


Aziz clenched his hand about to throw his fist at Rashid's face. But Fai stopped him.


"Please bro, don't use violence!"


"And Lo sonia, Lo woman. It could be that you work together to try to damage my household. Where is Lo's conscience as a fellow woman?"


"Initially because of the money, but.liat men as handsome as you. I can be with you." Sonia rolled her eyes.


The na*is! Inner Aziz.


"Mas Rashid, what do you expect from ruining my household with Dian? if you really want to manage your boutique, why not talk carefully. Why would you slander me?!"


"How do I want to talk well, mama's always ahead of you."


"If only I didn't remember Imas being pregnant, I could have reported you with an accusation of an unpleasant act!" Aziz said, pointing his index finger in front of Rashid.


"I just want satisfaction when I see you and Dian separated. That's all!"


Bugh....


This time Fai could not forbid Aziz to throw his fist in the face of the brother-in-law.


"Mas Rashid knows? One of these boutiques belongs to the late Aunt Ismaya, her mother faith. And this one, the one you're stepping on right now is mine. In my name. And the rest of it, which in Bogor.it belongs to a private mama! In Surabaya, it belongs to your wife, my baby! Does it feel unfair?"


"Ciiih. You think Aki doesn't know, that Dian is now CEO of DWP group? Are you still underpaid by your wife huh??"


"Mas Rashid!", this time Aziz was really angry. Her brother-in-law was really running out of patience.


I want to not go near my husband.


"Mas..enough."


I hugged his arm.


Aziz looked at me with a face that was still emotional.


"Mas Rashid! Why is there such a small thought in your head anyway mas? What exactly is wrong with us?!"


"Your husband just wants to align himself with you Dian. He feels right with you by taking care of these three big boutiques. He doesn't look too poor when he's paired with you!" Rasyid said.


Aziz clenched his hands, preparing to hit the rashid. But I held my husband's hand.


"How much do you get from the sale of spare change in front of your house huh?!", mocked Rasyid.


"Indeed, why if our income is penniless?" I returned the question to the brother-in-law of the gang.


Rashid just smiled mockingly.


"So, what do you want now?", I asked Rashid .


"Oh ..You want to know what I want?"


"Of course!", I answered briefly. Mas Aziz let me do my stunts.


"Make voluntary the management of all the mama's boutiques. And. I assume it's done!"


I laughed mockingly.


"Mas Rasyid, you think it's that easy to take care of all three mama's boutiques?"


"You mock me Di?!", asked Rashid growled.


[Rashy.].


There was a shrill voice in my cell phone call.


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Go too rash you Rashid, pinter little why!