The Samawa Till Jannah Season 3

Episode 23

Anin returned to the room, sobbing and bumping into some of the urns her mother had bought. A few days ago, it was still new and Anin did not mind it but her mother Aksa?

I don't know what the problem is.

Aksa followed his wife to the room, in fact he could not hold back his emotions. But, he had to be patient and it was all just the innate anger.

He opened the door, and it was a mess in his room.

Why don't you tell your aunt to clean it up, and Anin curls up under the covers. Hearing that his wife was crying, Aksa smiled faintly.

Aksa took off his blazer and his suit problem earlier, he stayed in the office. Tomorrow is also a day, thinking.

Aksa approached, and pulled out his blanket.

He drew his face closer and kissed Anin's head.

“Ngapain?” with a mouthful of tone and Aksa let out a rough sigh. He turned his face away and looked at his wife, who was behind him.

“Do not cry! Later ugly soan,” said Aksa by rolling up his shirt.

“The basis is ugly ‘kan?” a pungent tone was released from Anin's mouth.

Aksa turned her body, “I want to go out first.” He moved, but before moving Anin grabbed Aksa's hand, so as not to get out of bed.

“Oke, I'd like to maap .... Salah continues,” Anin hugs her from behind with snot stuck to her husband's shirt. Aksa chuckles, if the cry is funny too. Funny what? Your mistress, this is also because of you. Maybe that's what Anin replies if she knows the contents of her husband's heart.

“Yes, yes we are eating now. This afternoon,” pinta Aksa, Anin nodded.

He went to the bathroom, to remove the rest of his tears that were tracing on his face. His face turned red, and especially his eyes. Aksa was waiting for him, and he occasionally checked his phone.

“Oh turned out the old man ngancem, but I was wronged continued.” furious, Aksa put his cellphone on the nightstand, then he turned to the gaze of his wife who was intimidating him from a close distance.

“Do not fishing!” with a smile, not clearly visible. Anin tilted the corner of her lips, she stood up and Aksa stood up.

“Hm, sorry if you do not cook with my own hands..” he said with sadness and Anin did not dare to look at her husband, there should be a way to arouse Aksa's appetite if it is not the result of the cuisine of his wife, mother, whether the seller and aunt in the house that has been established in his heart. That would put Aksa on a hunger strike, Anin walking first and arriving at the dinner table.

Aksa sit, “Hm, want to eat half-matured omelettes yes.” With a look for help to Anin, Anin nodded. He immediately made what Aksa had ordered.

Aksa was waiting for him at the dining table, as the distance in the kitchen was a bit far with the dining table being. Aksa poured drinking water in the glass, but one of them took a small plate and he chuckled slowly because he focused more on the phone he had in his hand.

“This is mateng,”

Anin brought a plate containing eggs to order, Anin gave a little rice to her husband and a side dish that fit the portion. If most eat rice, Aksa her husband will always defecate if too in excessive portions.

“Em, would you like to come back?” the question is on the sidelines eating, it makes Aksa silence for a moment.. Not nice to be bothered with the diversion of chat is not clear like this, anyway Anin is used to it but only this time.

“Ya...” with a brief, and Aksa continues his meal.

“Oo... Yes already, means—”

“Assalamu’alaikum, sorry non equal sir... There are guests,” said one of the services that told them, Aksa glanced sharply.

Nice again to eat, uh there are guests.

Never mind, he didn't eat.

“Have a look! If you don't want to, just join us!” speaking the final that was thrown from Aksa's mouth, Anin nodded. He wanted to talk, but yes he did.

“Good... Come master, miss.”.

“Ya...” Anin replied, Anin smiled. She will prank her husband this time, ah relieved to finally be able to prank her husband. Maybe it's too outrageous but never mind, just once.

“Eum I want to go to the bathroom first yes, mas..”

After Aksa's patience, he wanted to be at peace with his eating activities but this time it was wrong. He stared at Anin sharply, “Please!” he did not dare to yell, but his cold tone was no less than that of a twelve-door refrigerator.

“OK..”.

“Gosh the story wants to play, uh even me who was bullied.”

Anin stepped quickly, and he did his duty.

***

After that, Anin sat in the pool. He enjoys the atmosphere of anyem, serene and fresh. He almost forgot his meal, and he wanted to be here first.

“Ekhem...” Deheman's voice made Anin stop his activity and he turned around.

There was Aksa, aunty, and a servant. What is it?

Anin frowned, she put down her magazine and she stood up.

“Not eaten you... Eat first! I don't want to be sick,” said Aksa by approaching Anin. Anin smiled happily, finally her husband did not leave.

Hence prolonged stalling.

“Em, that was enek... Yes already, do not be a meal..” replied originally.

Anin sees Aksa's face close, wanting her to pinch but unable to do so. Also this will provoke the husband, although he wants to buy but not for now to do it.

“I went to the bathroom first..” said Aksa by handing over his plate and Anin laughed softly, fortunately neither the servant nor the aunt heard it.

“Oh yes, you can come back!”

“Both non,” they also go from Anin's view.

***

“Where, has there been progress about my child?”

“Not yet, sir... I try as much as possible, but all this time we have not found even your son sir.” Yes, the man's child was about two years apart, and the man grimaced.

Why has he not found his son, around Lina this annual search is done and has not found any results at all.

Rubbing his hair rough.

His hair was white, and he smiled. This is definitely not right with the detective he hired. About five of these people, I couldn't find my son. He realized, and the man stood up.

“You are not becus! If you are like this, I will not hesitate to kill you and I suggest well, if you want to fool me... Not here the place! Hahaha, that's stupid!” the five of them looked at each other, and were confused.

“But, sir. We've been looking for it, and it's got no results at all!” one of the people said that his master was looking at him sharply, sharp like a knife that was still shiny.

“Then I believe? No,” and ‘brakk’.

The sound of the table that he was shaking with his hands, still in a state of laughter underestimated the work of the five.

“I'll give you one week, if you don't find results... I will no longer give you my trust, and I cannot hope that you live comfortably, coolly, and peacefully with your family... Drag the five!” by having his assistant and he rotate his chair. Seen tears can not be weathered anymore, the situation is getting gripping.

That person looks fragile, he just regretted the circumstances like this.

Where all? He regretted being flicked by his own right hand at home, feeling that something was wrong and he only realized that he still had children from his first wife.

He firmly grasped his hand and he opened the desk drawer, he kept a picture of an old baby and his mother, he rubbed the glass.

“When can I see you, son? Dad kangen,” he said in a weak tone.

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