The True Love of Isha

The True Love of Isha
#CTI Part 44



One Week later ...


On this again Aril and Erla have arrived at Mr. Ben's house safely even they bring happy news, if Erla is pregnant and everyone is happy except Isyah.


Turns out they're very happy, um, if only I could also like them honeymooning with, bang Amit. Batin Ishah's.


"Papa, we went into the room first because Erla's head hurt." said Erla very spoiled and Aril immediately smiled. "Yes, go in there into the room" replied Mr. Ben and Aril directly carrying Erla's body into his room.


Isyah just kept quiet while staring at the departure of Aril and Erla with sadness and a little and heartache. "Sa."call Ben and Isha turned to him."Yes, Pa." replied Isyah while looking at Mr. Ben's face.


"You call, Amit, because we have a little work in the office."ask Mr. Ben and Isyah nod their heads and he rushes to his room.


Isha slowly opened the door of her room and she approached Amit who was wearing clothes, Isha helped Amit to wear a suit and she also put on Amit socks. "Sa, thank you for petrifying everything." said Amit very coldly and Isha smiled because Amit's words were very happy for him. "Together, Bang. Does not the wife have to serve her husband but there is one that Jesus has not done for Brother." replied Ishaah and Amit immediately shifted the conversation.


"What, papa called. Brother?"asked Amit and Isyah nodded her head, Amit sat down and Isyah put Amit's shoes on after they finished they both came down to Mr. Ben. "Have you? We're leaving." said Mr. Ben who started walking outside.


"Abang, go first if there is any phone." said Amit and Isyah nodded his head and he kissed Amit's hand and Amit did not forget, he was used to kissing Isyah's forehead before going anywhere and after coming home. "Be careful, Bang." said Isha who waved her hand to Amit and Amit replied to him making Isha happy.


Bang, Isa is already starting to like the same, Brother. Batin Ishah's.


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Amit sat next to Mr. Ben and this time he joined Mr. Ben in the car because he was lazy to ride a motorcycle, he fell silent as he recalled every heart he had with Ishaah and Ishaah's treatment was very good to him.


Isyah always massaged my body every night, and she also always put on my socks and shoes even though I wanted to wear it herself she still wore it, I felt comfortable with her. Amit's mind with a smile.


Mr. Ben was just silent when he saw Amit smiling himself because he knew that his son had started to like his son-in-law, Mr. Ben is very happy because his children are married and can soon be as happy as he wants.


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Isyah collected the clothes of Amit and himself and he took him to the laundry room, he used to wash his own clothes without help from the housekeeper Mr. Ben.


As Ishah was washing she was startled by the hand that was coiled around her slender waist, she suddenly moved away and she looked at the man's face.


"Sa, Brother is kangen with you." said Aril very confidently making Isha upset. "Abang, you should keep your attitude because Isa is now Brother-in-law, Brother." said Isyah very firmly and Aril immediately smiled knot.


"Don't sell expensive." said Aril who began to approach Isyah but his steps stopped, as Erla continued to call her name very strongly.


"Arrile! Arilyn!"


Isha sat down and began to cry bitterly because she felt no self-worth at all. "Hiks, hyx, hyx."Isha began to wipe her tears and she continued to wash her clothes, after she finished drying them and she rushed into her room and locked the door. Because, he was afraid if Aril went into his room.


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After noon today, Nyia returned to school on foot because Fia had not yet picked her up. "Take a look until I get home, I'll beat him up."Nyai walked while clenching his hands and there was a car stopped in front of him. "Who is that?"nyia said as she looked at the man getting out of the car.


"Come, I will drive you and do not be afraid because I am a member of Mr. Amit, my name is Ken." said Ken while opening the door of his car and Nyai directly entered because he did not want to waste the opportunity. "Thank you, Om." said Nyai while getting into Ken's car.


Ken went inside and stared intently at Nyai because he had called him by the name, Om. "Hey, I'm still easy to know." said Ken while driving his car to Mr. Salam's house.


"When did you know me?"nyia and Ken asked a long sigh because Nyia called him by the name, Om again.


"Didn't we have met, often because I always shop at the Self-service owned, your father." said Ken and Nyai stone remember that they often meet.


"Hehehe, sorry .. " answered Nyia with a small laugh and Ken also smiled, after arriving Nyia immediately came down and rushed into her house. While Ken went straight back to the black workshop where his men were there.


Nyia went inside and she did not see Fia and she already knew that Fia was in the shirt, Nyai immediately changed clothes and he ate because from morning he had not eaten because he forgot to bring his allowance. "Enak once, Brother Fia because he has become a rich man today because brother Isa married." said Nyai while eating his food.


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Isyah just finished performing the Dzuhur Prayer himself after that he came out of his room, he took the food that had been cooked by the Maid at the house of Mr. Ben and he went straight into his room. Because, he was afraid that Aril would go into his room and he did not want it to happen.


After he finished eating, he read an online novel on an app, and he was unconscious until he fell asleep while holding his phone.


When Adhan Ashar roared Isyah woke up and he immediately performed the Ashar Prayer, after he finished bathing because he did not want to welcome the return of his Husband he still smelled sour.


After finishing the bath he immediately got ready he wore a long shirt and skirt, then he wore a hijab and he immediately came out of his room because he was always waiting for Amit's return in the living room.


I was hoping to get pregnant like, Erla even though I was in school for a year. Batin Ishah's.


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Seriate.