The Huckold Married??

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The car driven by the driver was already in the parking lot of a shopping center in the middle of the city, the driver was so faithful waiting when the employer was in the supermarket to buy household needs.

The woman, clad and very well-mannered, walked slowly pushing the empty trolley towards the shelves displaying what she needed.

One by one the shelves he was heading towards slowly filled the trolley he was pushing alone, filling up the trolley he was pushing alone, he had a son-in-law he should have been able to invite his son-in-law to shop together but he instead built a fortress for his son-in-law that made the distance invisible.

His steps remained calm while choosing what he had to buy again.

"Dying?"

The rebuke from someone behind his body made him twist to see who had called him.

Hayati's eyes squinted trying to recognize the woman who had called him, but she seemed to not remember the face in front of her, she could not be senile right?

"It's true that you're alive."

Said the woman who was the same age as Hayati, the woman who seemed to know him very well but she herself did not even remember who the woman was.

The woman shook her head while laughing wide as the woman she called looked confused instead.

"Have I changed so much? until you don't recognize it either" he said, touching his own face.

"I'm sorry?"

"Rovia, Rovianasari is your schoolmate from Elementary to High School!" exclaimed the woman named Rovianasari with both eyes perfectly rounded.

Hayati frowned trying to remember until she finally hugged the woman in front of her with a happy smile, "apparently you are Rovia, astagfirullah I don't recognize you at all," said Hayati unraveled a hug to be able to see the face of her old friend.

"Have I changed so much?" Rovia patted her own face.

Hayati nodded, "very much you changed, your nose.."

Rovia's eyes rounded and then close her mouth to the ears of her friend, "my nose is the result of surgery," whispered slowly which then made Hayati squeak and close her gaping mouth.

Can't believe that his friend who used to live together and grew up in Padang did the operation, he really remembers Rovia's nose was not sharp very different from the current one and her appearance also looks more shiny with all the jewelry she wears.

"For now don't give me a lecture, yes, about the law of doing facial deformation surgery," Rovia cerocos who knows exactly who Hayati is.

In the past when he was Junior High, Hayati had become a njai teacher teaching children to know the letter Hijaiyah, which is also known as Hijaiyah, of course, from his appearance now without needing to be told, he could guess that his friend was more than a teacher of children's salary, he said, moreover, he heard the friend also married a young man who graduated from pesantren and was born in Bandung.

Hayati laughed a little and patted her friend's arm, "actually my mouth is itchy but because we just met after a long time I freed you," said Hayati made her friend smile gleefully.

Rovia was grieving but then laughed while covering her mouth.

"How long have we not seen each other?" Hayati asked her friend who immediately frowned considering how long.

"I think since you got married, maybe?" said Rovia who she herself was unsure.

"Aren't you the one who got married first?" Hayati asked back, because as she remembered it was Rovia who married first rather than her.

"Is she?" Rovia forgot and then after remembering she laughed, "hahaha yes I got married first then I followed my ex-husband to his city until finally we never met." I'm Rovia.

"ex-husband? you're divorced?" asked Hayati to the friend whose clothes were much different from her, it seemed like Rovia was still not ready to close her aura.

Rovia nodded, "husband first."

"How many times did you marry?" Hayati looked surprised to learn that her friend had already divorced.

"Three times, the husband who is now the third and I hope the last husband to be honest I am also tired of changing husbands continue until I was hard to meet my two children from the first marriage." Rovia complained about the taxation of her life.

"Wouldn't we just chat at the place to eat, it feels sore and my legs should chat while standing like this," invited the woman who also pushed the trolley.

Hayati nodded in agreement who does not like to meet old friends? of course he will use it to tell stories remembering the times they used to also tell each other the way of life they lived.

The two women sat facing each other and began to tell stories.

"So your two sons went with your ex-husband?" tanya Hayati did not think that her friend had married three times and had three children, two from her ex-husband and one child from her current husband.

"My third child is now busy in college, majoring in law." Rovia told me excitedly about her third child.

"If you how? how many kids are you?" Rovia asked back because from earlier he kept getting questions of course he was also curious about the life of his friend.

Hayati fell silent with her hand stirring the cold drink she ordered for the cold to mix well.

"My son is only one, Ro," I lived with a slightly sad look on his face, the talk of the boy certainly made him melancholy.

"It doesn't matter if you have a child" Rovia comforted her friend.

Hayati nodded with a smile, she agreed with the words of the friend, one does not matter as long as he still has offspring and it makes him a person who forgets to be concerned about the women out there who are difficult to get offspring including his son-in-law.

"How old is your child?" ask Rovia.

"This year is 20."

"Hm, it's still the same age as my third son apparently."

"Your third child is a girl?" Hayati began to be interested in talking about the child of her friend.

Rovia put on a smile then briefly sucked her drink and then answered Hayati's question, "yes girl, but she is much prettier than me Yati, you will know for yourself what my face was like when I was young, hihi." in a soft voice said praising his son but at the same time insulting himself while giggling as if what he was talking about was a funny joke that should be laughed at.

"You are beautiful Ro, the proof is that your child is born beautiful, after all all women are beautiful if the handsome is a man," Hayati funny makes her friends laugh loudly no matter they are in the crowd.

"Of course I'm beautiful if ugly where Mas Farhan might want to marry me, hahaha." now even very confident like forgetting that even earlier he claimed to have done surgery on his nose to be sharp.

"Mommy!"

"Well, my son came, I asked him to pick up the chance that he had just returned from college, too" said Rovia, pointing at the young girl who was walking towards them.

Hayati noticed the girl recognized by Rovia as her son, a beautiful girl whose age is still young and likely not much different from Raffan because he is still in college as well.

"Mommy's done shopping?"

"Hey, greet Mami's friends first, your habit is always this way," protested Rovia to her spoiled smiling child.

"Yes sorry," replied the woman dressed in tight clothes accentuating her curves.

"Hayati, know this is my son whom I told you about," Rovia told Hayati who stood up.

"Nah Raisya knows this Aunt Hayati is Mami's little friend," Rovia told her son.

"Halo Aunty, know Raisya a reliable lawyer candidate," said Raisya so confidently mention the title that he had not yet obtained.

Hayati returned a helping hand from the young woman in front of her.

"If the same older greeting is kissed by his hand, don't be like a friend!" omel Rovia saw his son's attitude.

Hayati smiled, "it's okay the name of the young people may have been common in the association," said Hayati memperlumi.

"Look at Aunty aja maklum."

The three finally sat together to enjoy the food that had been ordered while talking very much, whatever they told until finally Raisya knew that the woman in front of him was Raffan's mother, Raffan, the man he always chased after but always ignored him.

"Is this what we call destiny?" asking inwardly with a joyous expression that could not be hidden, his heart cheered out very loudly like a burst of colorful fireworks.

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Deefa had just finished the prayer after the prayer when she heard the sound of vehicles coming into the yard.

The woman who was still wearing the face walked to the window to see who was coming.

"Mas Raffan," she said as she watched her husband make his way to the porch.

Deefa immediately opened her face folded and tidied the prayer mat and kept it back well, she wanted to open the door for her husband before the first by her husband who always carried a duplicate key.

The new Raffan would take the key out of his pocket when he saw the doorknob move finally undo the intention and again take his hand out of his pocket and say hello, "assalamu'alaikum," he sounded very soft while not forgetting to put a smile on his lips.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Deefa's voice sounded melodious and reconciled as it entered the ears while the door slowly opened.

Deefa took her husband's hand and kissed him showing her respect for him.

"Sorry just came home, had to go to the workshop first," said Raffan before his wife asked.

Earlier, before going to his mother's house he said he would go straight home not to go to college because the lecturer was not present but the fact that he had just come home after his graduation, it was certainly very late, right? therefore he apologized to his wife who very understandingly nodded in forgiveness.

"It's okay, but next time call Deefa first so Deefa knows and isn't anxious about Mas Raffan," pinta Deefa, holding her husband's arm, entered the house after closing the door and locking it.

Raffan stroked the top of his wife's head covered by an instant veil that covered up to the chest of the wife.

"What about mom? Mas Raffan is not.."

"I took a bath first yes, very sultry about it." interrupted when his wife was asking.

After what her mother said was she able to tell Deefa? it couldn't be until she decided to divert and make Deefa not talk about it than she had to tell lies again by saying the opposite of what her mother said earlier this morning.

Deefa, who was unsuspecting and felt it was natural that her husband was sultry because he had been outside the house all day, let her husband go upstairs to take a bath.

"Deefa prepared to eat for Mas Raffan yes," said Deefa taut so that her husband who had arrived at the door of the room heard.

"Yes," replied the man who again showed a face not full of deep disappointment and then rushed into the room to the bathroom and locked the door.

It is hard to hide what he is feeling, even more so to hide from the people he loves and now feels his struggle is getting harder, yesterday stubborn Deefa then when he had succeeded in persuading his wife, now he was faced with his mother.

Raffan rubbed his face roughly staring at the mirror on which reflected a face full of pretense.

His mother really did not care about his happiness.

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