The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 19's

Anin, according to her, followed her husband's quick steps. Angry, this time. Whether angry for what, Anin just shut up. Let it be, he's not wrong.

According to her this time, she had permission anyway but her husband did not believe it.

He didn't start the conversation, or anything. Usually he is the most make the atmosphere of the car to be cheerful what is not at least not cold.

Anine

From the beginning I had thought, if my husband's snack mode is amazing. Yes, if the release in bed anyway, he forgot from the beginning what his mistake was. And I want to keep it quiet all day.

Can he like that?

It hurts too if the didiemin, my husband feels good. But, guenya? Think dong, ah sprained my long time. Nature can't accept that he mediemin me so, the proof is now the road is jammed. Weh, so our silent witness dong. And the driver?

Yes, the driver at home on the phone with my husband.

Weh, less work also if gini.

The proof is that he is silent now. The driver was secretly suspicious of us, obviously. Lha wong, this you know we never called a fight in front of people allowing to be buried in the room.

At the front of the house, my husband remained silent and he opted out first. Mas Aksa got into the car garage, took another car. Out, astaghfirullah.

It's me what's wrong?

“Pak.”

“Iya neng, what's wrong? It was put where neng,” asked the driver back and I sighed softly.

“Put it in front of the room sir, later let me finish.”

“Good neng,” replied the driver. I'm back in this house, I haven't set foot here in a long time. Since that incident, it has made me move here.

But, what can I do?

This driver has become a member of Aksa's own mas, and while I'm silent does not mean just accept it.

“Hem, how are ya?”

“Pak, please chauffeurin well! Stuff Tuan.” I called out to one of the guards at the door, and the guard came up to me.

“But non, it ‘kan no driver yourself..” Yes, it was the driver who was, but broke off.

Like there is something awkward, first who keep the door old man continues yes rather fierce anyway this is different.

Don't-don't change again, I stared at the guard up and down.

“There is wrong non?”

“Ngak kok, oh yes want to ask first ‘kan people who keep the door a little old'an that, where are the people?” The guard frowned, not understanding what I mentioned the traits I was talking about.

“How long have you been here? I ‘kan here also just came home, and see you are really foreign to me.” I said with a sigh, and he looked at me with a smile.

Wey, ati-ati that smile can be replaced with the smile of a tiger do not it that is raging, mengeraung not clear later.

“Oh, I'm here only one monthly non. We did the training, and we were told to take care of the host and miss. As asked by the lady earlier, the person has been sent home with the master, non.” The reply, I answered with oh only.

Weight also receives new people, especially with the face and body athletic gini. Eum, make the brain digress first time huh.

“Pak, this lady is coming out. Want to follow mister,” he said by telling the driver I told earlier to bring a bag to the room, the suitcase means.

“Oke non, but non ... Not discharged from the hospital, I was ordered to keep the lady at home. Rest,” he said gently once. Why is this so different, huh? Well so confused, kayak in ospek gini make hangers too.

I want to chase, but how? Did I just ask the driver, like this is something wrong or not.

“Eh, sir... Can you chat?” I asked and the father shook his head.

“Engga non, I will even be fired again. Well, non beginning aja hard loh non find the job now mah, not sassy or how. But also need money.” Clearly long, I nodded.

Kasian this father, not to mention his son wants to be fed what will be.

“Okay father, yes please just wash the car rather than idle, well father ‘kan driver all later if you want to find a job. Here, wash the car! Dapet cuan later, the money will ask for the same Pak Aksa.” I am so happy to say, hahaha but again I want to prank my husband. How comfortable, no. Or not at home, uh what a pity.

But my fate is ahead.

“Non, gross!” jolt from them.

“Hust, you are..”

“You can go! Continue the work yes, do not get fired later!” I said by reminding them not to accept the consequences. Especially here there is the right hand of the Aksa, one mouthful.

It is the ngaduant, yes that is how his work is just reported.

Life this time is very different, very unfortunate indeed.

I stared at the house, back at the house. Wasn't it wrong before? I told you I didn't want to go back, is this a sign that my words were reversed.

Hurry in, mending in. Ngedugem, and swipe at all. Get aunts to be the pigs, hahaha. I keep the candles, whether they are. I just sit sweet, it's done. If they are their dependents. Who did them, not me. I'm just an intermediary, let me be a rich palette exactly the same kederajatannya my husband gini.

Oh, think macem again.

My eyes are gone, for leaving every corner of the room. It was so different, but only a month ago. But, a lot has changed.

I sat in the living room, closing my eyes. I fell asleep and dreamed.

Author

The driver who passed by just in the living room, pensive to see the mistress was asleep with the wrong head position.

“Kasian non, non left so same sir. No matter how busy you are, you must take the time to meet your own wife. Even quality-time people must choose a wife rather than the same laptop.” The driver stared at the nelangsa, there was a sense of concern.

It is not safe to be helped.

“Oke, who else is powerful. Aunty, okay aunt... Because here there are women, yes equally understand the time does not understand the lord.” He muttered by walking to the kitchen to call the aunt to move her to the room.

The sound of a car squeaking in the yard of Aksa's house, and that's him the person who awaited has gone home. The host must know what to do.

But, what?

Dicuekin is so. Left to the room and even throw their faces again, can't stand them either.

“Sorry, attention to Mr. Sudrajat, please father facing the master in his study!” Mr. Sudrajat with a confused look, pointed to the right hand of the Aksa who called him.

“Ekhem, please!”

“Good, yes I'm ready.” His friend patted Sudrajat's shoulder, PATIENT AND CALM! That's their key, otherwise they will be constantly interrogated by Aksa.

Different, quite different rules in this house. Want them to change, to realize it's their boss.

Anin who was good at sleeping, he woke up suddenly.

“Well, how do I sleep here?” he asked by himself.

“Em, halt! That's ‘kan mas Aksa's briefcase. So you're back dong?” With pleasure, he immediately slid into his room that was there.

“How come the suitcase is still here anyway? Akh, shit. Your dog mah, I want to meet the Aksa mas, even prepared ginian.” A lot of what he said, if he looks like talking like this can be in scissors really the same Aksa.

“Okay, let me smedi first... Akh, same time.” He is not focused, and this is what date is the bundle? Why is he angry like a man of such bosom, is he PMS? Okay, check in the bathroom. Get her thoughts for her husband, now she wants to cheat first.

“True, now change it...” Anin stepped into the closet in the bathroom, where she did not see the items that should have been prepared.

But there's no. Take it once today, saturated yes. Angry, yes. The mood was instantly destroyed.

“Where to talk?”

He talks glass, and whether glass is inanimate will speak. Don't maybe ‘kan, questions that don't need to be answered.

Anin stepped out of the bathroom, her gaze circulating everywhere. Looking for Aksa's position in the room doesn't seem to exist, what's in her study.

Now land there.

...Connect... ...

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