Turning Hell into Heaven

Kiki Posts

“Hai”

greet Dara cheerfully to Lusi who was escorted by Inem's mbok to his room.

“Mmm ... is it ready?” lucia Response

“Udah, but we wait for Rani first yes, he asked really to come along, no problem 'right?”

Dara set herself in front of a mirror that reflected herself in a black blouse and skirt with a heart-red hijab.

“Ok, no problem” Lusi is still focused on staring at the advanced flat screen in his grip.

Dara turned her wheelchair back to the dresser with a body-sized mirror and then moved towards Lusi who was sitting on the sofa next to the bed.

“Hei, why the hell are you Si? How can I not get that spirit? Any work? Any problem? Why?”

The row of questions from Dara was fixed on Luci.

Lusi shook his head and thrust his sophisticated phone in front of Dara.

“Nih” Lusi grumble.

“Continue, why?” dara asked shortly after seeing what was displayed from the advanced flat screen.

“Yeah, Dara ... You see who's there, who's wearing what and caption how?”

Dengus Lusi while pointing back at the phone screen in front of Dara.

“Kiki wear clothes syar’i collection from the famous designer my friend, Lusi Syalsabila with caption, ‘Alhamdulillah want nothing directly purchased with my dear husband @lukman88. Be a devoted wife so that more beloved husband. Thank you dear ku’ continue to use monyong lip emoticons full of lope-lope” replied Dara right and relaxed.

Lusi sighed seeing Dara's response.

Meanwhile, the actual clothes worn by Kiki in his post earlier made Dara remember the incident the other day.

...***...

a few days ago -

“Loh Brother? How much. Mas Lukman will only ask for batik shirts that are specially ordered from the designer aja”

Kiki was astonished to see a suitcase that Inem put in front of him.

“Secalian. So that you do not need to go back and forth to pick up Lukman's clothes. Pity you the stomach is already big so it is still wara-wiri”

Dara looked at Kiki's stomach whose size could not be covered even though it had been wrapped in syar’i clothes that he was wearing.

“Kiki no problem Kak, Kiki's stomach after all looks big like this because the baby mas Lukman in here there are two Kak”

Kiki stroked her stomach with a wide-spread smile.

Dara just nodded small, lazy to comment on something that was not important to her.

“Selagi can make a happy husband whatever the wishes mas Lukman must be Kiki participated including changing the appearance like this Kak, although the price is quite good for ngeringin wallet. Maybe mas Lukman is afraid of yes if Kiki's body is seen in other men so, wrapped in full gini. So sweet really, Lukman is Kak”

Kiki who did not care about the size of her distended stomach moved her body to the right and left alternately.

Like a model who was showing fashion, Kiki showed off her latest style in dress.

“Dad's clothes Azkia and Alsava are in there. tomorrow-tomorrow if there are other Lukman mas goods left behind here, you call my house just let mbok Inem ready and delivered with Mr. Saleh so you have more time to show your latest style to people who are hungry for entertainment”

Instead of responding to Kiki's previous remarks too deeply, go too deep, Dara prefers to let the uninvited guest go in a subtle way but it should be enough to make the concerned self-conscious in order to retreat.

...***...

- At this time

“After, in addition to check the market waves, you know 'it is my intention to issue a collection of syar’i clothing sets in order to support the existence of true sholeha muslimah not whose shape is like Kiki the sweet mouth but the envious heart full of spiteful hobbies calling husband friends own”

Lusi's grumbling face more clearly illustrates the annoyance with his cynical speech.

“Mmmppp .. permission ngakak yes, hhaaa .. hahahaha ..”

Without cue or response from the other person, Dara laughed at Lusi's sentence.

Lusi scratched her head covered in a light blue hijab even though it was not itchy at all.

Susi Confused with Dara's attitude that can be interpreted as a form of patience or numbness because Dara's emotions were stable even though, discussing about her husband's usurper.

“I understand your intentions but if even the execution on the ground is not as expected, why should be a burden of the mind anyway, the value of his intentions God's business. Regardless of who bought it, your collection is selling well, right?” dara continued after stopping her laughter.

“Iya anyway, but disappointed that the clothes’i’i that I produced was worn by hypocritical humans like Kiki, lost the aura of clothing for women Sholehanya”

Lusi looked again at his cellphone screen that displayed posts on social media Kiki, the average narrated as low but in fact almost rivaling the top of the mountains. Like ;

*For information donk .. villa budget range 'T' where is it? My husband @lukman88 would like to buy as a gift for the birth of our baby later*

*Thank you dear @lukman88 for the white guy. This car is a gift because I am pregnant so very excited to keep the pregnancy*

*Thankful, although simple and makeshift but can cook a husband and make a husband happy. Btw this caviar egg we pesennya from a month ago you*

Kiki poked her shoulders, not understanding what exactly Kiki was trying to achieve from her laughable post in the eyes of the likes of Dara and Lusi who were anti-use of social media for the publication of property rights and wealth.

“Huss. It was ah ah. You don't have to be a sholeha to get dressed. It will not disappear also the aura of a dress just with the opinion of the person against the wearer. Positive thinking is that whoever is wearing it, the results of your work can be a female media to be more sholeha”

“Iya-iya ready Bunda Dara ready. This is what makes you arrive at the tikung continues to be designed with Lukman and his family, positive thinking just continue without caring about your own heartache” straightforward Lusi anyway.

Dara speechless.

"It's not that I don't care about Si's own heartache, but there are children's hearts that I have to protect. Whichever wife is at her lowest point of acceptance is ignored or even cheated on by her own husband"

Dara chose to talk to her heart just to avoid the emotions of Lusi that could be more so.

“Sorry Mom, Rani kelama”

Rani was already standing in front of Dara's room door.

“We leave now or mengedumel here?” Dara waited for Lusi's answer.

“Ayo departing now mengedumelnya continue on trip”

Lusi developed a smile omens her speech just now was just a joke.

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