The Disabled Young Master's Substitute Wife

Meeting an Ex

"What do you mean Arief?"ask Barley.

"If Amora gives birth I intend to take custody of her son, sir, after all, I don't want my niece to be abandoned."

Arief looked down at me.

"True Rif, I'm sure the kid could be a good kid if you take care of him and educate him." Barley's.

"Yes, sir, even though they never married, but I feel that I have a responsibility towards him, especially when he was born a kara, his father, mother, grandmother and grandfather were all in prison," arief is sad.

Barley smiled, "You are indeed extraordinarily sensitive, save the fate of the baby you can take care of at the trial for custody of Amora's children, or you ask for direct approval on the Amora family, I don't think they have a problem with you" Barley said.

"Yes, sir."

***

Mr. Hasta was sitting dumbstruck in the car, like anything Andini, still he felt sad and lost the figure of a wife, karna it seems like Andini will be in prison for a long time.

A sense of loneliness haunted Mr. Hasta, now he was covered with sadness, sadness for the betrayal of Andini but also loneliness because there was no one who would accompany him.

Pak Ali, the private driver of Mr. Hasta, glanced at Mr. Hasta who looked grim and sad.

"Master! The master! " call sir Ali.

But Mr. Hasta was unmoved what he thought of the man who was approaching his old age.

"Master!" exclaim pak Ali to.bali with a bigger voice.

Mr. Hasta awakens from his daydream.

"What's up Ali?"

"Master. What is your master daydreaming?"ask Ali sir.

"Ehm no Ali, I just feel lonely in this world, actually I want someone who is loyal and always accompany past my old age," said Mr. Hasta.

"Yes, actually all is so too sir, when young humans are busy working for their old age savings, while the Master has more than enough savings for the old Master but unfortunately the time must be the master runs out alone." Ali's.

Hem, Mr. Hasta muttered, "Ali what is appropriate at this age I still want to have a life companion who is always loyal and loving to me, honestly I want it, I want it, I've long taken my wife to retire, take a walk to spend time together sharing grief together to death that separates but in fact_"

"Of course, sir, every human being has the right to be happy, especially at the end of their age, so why don't you try to marry again, find a woman who loves and wants to share her joys and sorrows together" Ali said.

"Ha ha, is there any woman who would marry me Ali and love an old man like me!"mr. Hasta.

"Eh do not be so master, many widows who really want to build a household, yes sir do not look for young leaves, if young leaves usually just want to use the property you have," Ali's.

"Ah Ali, if a soul mate must meet, now I just want to enjoy my old age, let's find a place to eat to refresh our brains."

"Where to eat, sir? a restaurant?"Ali's.

"It's getting tired of Ali eating at restaurants, we just look for a saung."Mr. Hasta.

Pak Ali looked for the presence of the nearest saung through his map application and about five hundred meters from their point there was a saung, with nuances made like rural nature.

"Well sir in front there's a saung, would you like to stop by?"ask Ali.

"Boleh Ali, in addition to pingin my tongue, I also want to spoil my eyes, said Mr. Hasta while glancing outside the window.

"Yes, sir, who knows if you met a widow there" Ali joked.

He he, Mr. Ali laughed with laughter because he was also a widower who was only in residence by his late wife a year ago.

After a few minutes, they arrived at a saung, a lesehan place to eat in the middle of the city but in decorations similar to rural nature, where there is a fish-breeding pond, also some vegetable plants and spices such as turmeric ginger, and some other vegetables. In addition to the decoration it turns out that some of the plants and vegetables are made as ingredients and seasonings in the saung, the restaurant really prioritizes the quality and freshness of the ingredients they use because they are collected from their own garden.

Mr. Hasta and Ali sat at the very end of Lesehan where not far from where they were trapped by tilapia and goldfish that were kept clean..

Gurgling water and flowing water cycles are indeed able to bring a calm atmosphere.

A waiter brought a menu list for both, after ordering, the two singles had to wait for the food to be cooked, Mr. Hasta invited Ali to go around enjoying the scenery suguhi by the restaurant.

While enjoying the park and fish pond, the appearance of a middle-aged woman attracted the heart of Mr. Hasta.

His eyes followed where the woman was going.

"Hana," muttered master Hasta slowly as if to convince herself that the woman she saw was someone from her past, the one who once filled her days.

Hana went into a room, right in front of the old Hasta, on the door of the room there was the inscription of Styrofoam' the owner's room'

"Ehm may be the owner of this saung" muttered Mr. Hasta.

"How are you, Hana, twenty-seven years I haven't met, does she still remember me?" the Guman mr. Hasta.

A few minutes into his room. Hana went back outside carrying some sheets of paper and headed towards the cashier.

Curiosity towards the woman, encouraged Mr. Hasta to brave himself to meet her.

There is no harm in marrying even with his ex-wife.

Mr. Hasta also stepped up and left Mr. Ali, because the fifty-year-old man was cool to see the goldfish chef who was in a large aquarium.

Hana looks graceful with her span skirt and batik shirt, her body shape does not change even though she has entered middle age.

Her hair in a neat tie resembles a ponytail, if from behind she is like a twenty-five-year-old woman.

"Later you check back the items we ordered, lest there are items that do not comply with the standards we use," Hana told an employee.

"Good madam, next time we will be more thorough," said one of his employees.

"Yes already, this time I'm sorry, next time you guys have to be more thorough."

The voice sounded soft and melodious in the ears of Mr. Hasta, he also recalled the beautiful moments of their togetherness.

Mr. Hasta nailed for a moment when he was right behind Hana.

His lips were silent at once, but he was eager to greet the woman.

Hana turned her body because she wanted to go back to her room.

Hana also stared for a while when she saw the figure of the man standing before her.

"Mas Hasta," said Hana lirih.

"Hana, " lord Hasta.

Seriate.