The Huckold Married??

That Woman Again

Deefa's smile did not also recede when she had descended from the train that had just arrived in her destination city after feeling her body aches from sitting too long.

But when remembering the little baby named Alika in an instant the ache was yawning somewhere and leaving an arch on her lips.

The woman could still smell the fragrance of the baby left behind, trying to sniff it and enjoy the overwhelming aroma made her comfortable beyond measure.

Now he just has to order a taxi that will take him home, a house that deserves a palace and he is his queen.

The queen was the only one the king loved, his smile returning when the taxi he ordered had arrived, until without a second thought he rushed to get into it and spoke to the driver to tell his address in detail so that the driver does not need to ask again later.

Four-wheeled vehicles have started to speed through the streets of the capital whose sky has completely darkened, this is already 8 pm more, he is half an hour late from the appointed time.

Deefa enjoys the flow of traffic in hours like this is still monitored by many, the name is also the capital with all the density of residents and their respective activities.

The car was still running quietly when Deefa's eyes saw the famous restaurant that provides her husband's favorite food, as a wife even she took the initiative to buy her husband food.

"Print stop for a minute? I'd like to buy something for my husband." Deefa spoke in a soft voice to the driver, hoping that the driver would not object to his request.

"Where can you go, Ma'am?" ask the driver in a polite voice to the passenger who he knows is a good woman.

"That, stop at that diner," said where the driver had to stop his car.

The driver nodded, "good Ma'am." and immediately directed the car he was driving to where his passengers wanted.

"Sir, sir" said Deefa, then got out of the car and entered the restaurant to order what she would bring to her husband.

While waiting for his order Deefa was surprised by the arrival of the woman who had come to his house, the woman who claimed to be the lover of her husband is now stepping with a step that is so graceful accompanied by her body that is stretching like a model.

Deefa sighed, she prepared herself for if the woman named Raisya said anything inappropriate.

"We'll see you again." Raisya said cynically as she stood in front of Deefa who sat down and tried to ignore her.

Deefa only commented on the smile of trying as calmly as possible when having to face a woman who likes her husband and seemed to be clearly chasing and then trying to get her husband.

"Well, you're smiling?!" even goiter himself when the woman he really hated even gave a smile to him.

"Smiling also includes worship, what is wrong if I worship?" deefa said Raisya probably did not know about it.

Deefa continued to respond leisurely and calmly even though the woman standing right in front of her she was sitting now staring so arrogantly that even her chin was raised so high, she said, didn't that signify how much the woman felt so very, very different above Deefa?

All that is seen already characterizes what the nature of the woman looks like, either because it is in an environment surrounded by people of the same nature or indeed the woman has a nature and character that wants to look taller than other humans.

Raisya snorted annoyedly because Deefa could still deal with him so calmly, even though since he saw the wife of Raffan had intended to provoke the woman's anger but it seemed that he did not succeed.

A waiter came to bring Deefa's order and gave it and gave her the total she had to pay.

Deefa looked at the paper with the value listed then took the wallet from the bag and took out a sheet of money and handed it to the waiter who generously always gave a smile to him.

All Deefa's movements did not escape the attention of Raisya who had always thought to provoke the anger of women who made her growl immeasurably, until finally his eyes squinted at something from inside Deefa's open bag, a smile well-fluffed on his blushing lips.

"I go first, let's go" Deefa told Raisya as he was about to leave.

"Lo just came back from Lo's village, right?" raisya's voice stopped Deefa's footsteps.

"Sorry mom?" Deefa seemed to ask making sure that the woman was still asking her to speak.

"Lo, that Lo just came home from Lo village right? pantesan aja Raffan looking for me every night, yearya he lonely." Raisya showed off a sly smile that was especially annoying when the woman standing in front of him knitted both eyebrows together.

"I mean Ma'am?" ask Deefa.

"Ck." Raisya clucked as she rolled her eyeballs.

"Bolot Lo ya?!" raisya's voice became even more annoying.

"I heard Ma'am's words, but I asked her what she meant by what she said about my husband looking for Ma'am every night?" Deefa asked what the truth of the woman's words that she knew to be true was indeed very fond of her husband but it felt that he had said such an exaggerated thing was really not good especially if it turned out that it was only lies, that slanders his name.

"Lo's husband sleeps with me tonight!" I am Raisya with a mocking expression then the look in her eyes turned so disdainful.

The deg!

Of course, he will not easily believe the statements of women who even had made him and Raffan a little quarrel because of his arrival first, but now that Deefa was confused was how could the woman know that she had just returned from her hometown? didn't he not know that woman Raffan even though he knew it would be impossible to tell her anything if they didn't really have a relationship?

A connection? so now Deefa suspects the woman in front of her is indeed in a relationship with her husband? it's hard to believe.

"Gue's been sleeping with Lo's husband, now you want what?" raisya asked increasingly unclear behavior.

"Thank you for the notice, I'll ask my husband directly, excuse me," Deefa said, leaving the woman with an unusually angry face.

The face was not happy when he had said things that he was sure would make any woman cry and get angry, but what he expected was even very far deviated in contrast to his wishes.

"Bego girl, listen to her husband sleep with other girls even quiet pretentious, tough, stupid!" cursing for not succeeding in provoking the emotions of a Deefa.

Deefa stepped towards the car that was waiting for her, breathing her breath kept coming out and then her lips chanted dhikr so that her feelings returned to calm.

"We continue on the road Mommy?" the driver asked as Deefa closed the door and sat in the back seat.

"Yes sir" said Deefa with a friendly face.

"Oh yes, sorry sir for you." Deefa handed over a bag of food that she had deliberately bought for the driver.

"It's a ngerepotin," the driver said he felt bad but as a Muslim he certainly would not be able to refuse the windfall that came to him and gladly received the gift of his passengers from his face and clothes already know that the woman he will deliver is a polite woman and a good-hearted Muslimah.

"Thank you, Ma'am," he said later after receiving the passenger's gift.

"Sama-sama sir, sorry for the long wait" Deefa said, apologizing for making the taxi driver wait for him.

"It's okay, anyway I also get more windfall than mbaknya," said the driver who is no longer young.

Deefa gave a smile and then went back to thinking about all the possibilities, even though she was not easy to believe but still her heart became a little disturbed.

"Mas Raffan couldn't have done it" he whispered inwardly reassuring his little heart that had been teasing him ever since for a little bit of faith, perhaps more precisely it is the devil who is trying to make himself angry at the husband, the devil who is trying to disturb the peace of his household.

Is not the work of Satan like that? tempting mankind to do what he likes to be with him in hell later.

Deefa kept thinking that all the bad thoughts that tried to penetrate into her were gone, whispers to believe what Raisha said, whispers asking her to quarrel with her husband.

Deefa let out a long sigh inside her head at this moment was to meet her husband, let go of longing then ask nicely about everything that Raisya had said.

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