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13.

“Tomorrow I want to go to Hotel G.Hyatt, do you want to come?” yudha said at night. All the events are completely finished and all the rooms used are also in the middle of being cleaned by some workers. “Now you want to come, all refreshing,”.

“In what order did you take me there? Tumben ...” Vita asked without turning her head, because she was focused on staring at the tab screen; evaluating two culinary efforts that had been in her club since a year ago, precisely after she successfully completed her S1 at UNJ. Taking the same major as Dara, Catering.

 They are like twins. All must be the same, even about the majors. Their personalities are also pretty much the same; stubborn. The difference is, Vita is more patient and more mature, maybe because she has become a mother with four children—while Dara, she is still a little selfish and tends to be what she is. Undoubtedly he triggered something he did not like spontaneously, sometimes even unfiltered. Not evil, but it has been so. But actually behind it, Dara has a very good heart and is very respectful of older people.

“Mau held a meeting,” replied Yudha briefly.

Vita ended his activities and immediately closed the tab. His eyes suddenly turned into a standby one. “Why should be at Hotel?”

“Do not overthinking first, Sweety. For example, I want to meet red chilies, where maybe I take you too. Which is, instead I will go secretly without your knowledge.”

“Kan near here also can, many places.”

“They come from different places. We only take the middle location to be fair,” Yudha replied as she took off her clothes and changed her sleeping pajamas.

“You make me curious,” said Vita pursed her lips, “if you explain it do not half-and-half. Liability.”

“I want to talk about working with the same business people as me, but the greater and have a wider network of course. I want to learn from competitors. Because it seems, I still have a lot to learn again your— in the field that I am in, because lately my efforts have not grown and threatened to collapse,” said Yudha is longer and simpler so that his wife can easily understand.

“Oh so ..” said Vita massaging her husband's back slowly from behind. “Who the hell, chairman?"

“Pak Arkana with his other colleagues. While I was alone, for Alif had her parents-in-law who could not have stayed. So, I ask you to accompany me,” Yudha replied while holding her breath because Vita's hand movements have now started to feel ignorant about her sensitive parts, “you why is this naughty, my wife ... don't make me dizzy.”

“Dih, who's naughty, I'm just massaging. What am I doing?” kilah Vita stopped her activity, then turned around and slept on her back. There he endured laughter, hoping to be wooed, spoiled and given gentle touches as usual. Such is the will of a wife that is often not understood by the husbands in this world.

“It should be that just massaging does not need to get to the bottom-bottom,” said Yudha staring at his wife's back. “This is sure you want, but prestige talking about.” Yudha whispered behind Vita's neck.

“Who said?” again the woman gave up, but the next five seconds she could not hold back her laughter anymore.

“Tuh, you were caught lying.”

Vita turned her head, “However, not yet allowed. How can I hold it, I sleep together every day with the same couple halal.”

“You want another consultation with a doctor?” ask Yudha.

“I'm ashamed,” replied Vita immediately.

“Moreover me, man. Mending you are a fellow woman,” said Yudha also felt the same way.

“Yes already, for a while, tell you what,” The man hugged his wife and kissed her forehead while reciting a prayer. Ask for salvation in Him, also to be facilitated when his wife gave birth to her fourth child later. A few minutes later, the two fell asleep at the same time.

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Rahma's incompetence in taking care of her husband made Rahma finally decide to deliver Rio to her family. She could not possibly continue to wait for him at home, while he had to work to provide for his daily life and ensure the future of his children.

That morning after finishing the day, Rahma drove her car to her mother-in-law's house. He pushed the wheelchair Rio who only resigned when taken by his wife to wherever—l because the man no longer has the passion of life.

Whatever it takes. It was very inappropriate for him to protest in the midst of such a terrible situation and the distress of many around him. Someone who takes care of him is very grateful.

But what happened after Rahma explained that she would leave her husband in this house; her parents' house?

Her in-laws instead welcomed her with a look of dislike and a response that contained meaning.

“What is the attitude of all women today? He just needs his health, his money. When she gets sick, she returns her husband to her parents' house. Now that I know, it turns out that it is the parents who have more love than anyone in this world, including his wife though, who he said love and love. Nonsense if he says he can not live without him, it's good if again, if it's difficult yes different again.”

She only found out recently, precisely since her husband was sick, her mother-in-law turned out to have almost the same nature as her own mother's late home. Pretty frustrating.

“Let the Father who will take care of him,” said his Father-in-law finally agreed to Rahma's decision.

“This father is nothing anyway? Can you, you take care of Rio? Can it? Ha?” Mother-in-law interrupted. “Rio is a disease, loh. The food eaten is also not an ordinary food.”

“No papa, I try to. Rio is also our son. Poor Rahma, she also has to take care of her children, not to mention .. yes, like what Rahma said earlier.”

“Rahma knows Mom is disappointed, but Rahma really has to drop her here. This is for the sake of healing, Rio too. Rahma could not call the services of a nurse, because frankly in the meantime, to hire a nurse only Rahma still strongly objected. Rahma was only forced to be able all this time, sir, Mom. Please understand a little Rahma's position. Later all the costs, treatment and others, Rahma promise—Rahma who will bear it. Rahma promised,” said Rahma again trying to convince and sound like forcing. What the hell else? Even taking care of their children they do not want, even though Dirly and Feby are their own grandchildren.

“What do you want to do, Rah?” asked his father-in-law to make Rahma's heart beat faster, “better you wear hijab yesterday, why even you open?” he sounds very sad.

“Let this be my responsibility later in the afterlife, sir,” replied Rahma melancholy. For a few moments, he was silent, like he was thinking about something, but then he re-enforced his head even more firmly even though there were still a few tears in his eyes. “Yes already, Sir, Mom, then. That is all Rahma wants to say. Furthermore, Rahma could work more calmly. For her equipment and medicine, Rahma had made one here,” Rahma showed her a large paper bag that she had stamped on her husband's wheelchair.

“Rahma thought enough for a day, because later in the afternoon, Rahma would have picked up,” said Rahma again and immediately left without wanting to explain more about her work. Because he has not found the right answer.

‘I know it's an illegal job, but I have no other choice. May you forgive me someday, Brother.’

“Pamit first yes, Mom, Sir,” Rahma said in greeting.

But before he actually stepped up, Rio held back his hand and said softly. “I'm sorry, Rah. I'm sorry .. I am indeed a useless husband,” muttered in a less clear voice.

Rahma looked over and smiled bitterly. “I go first, Brother. Take the medicine regularly so that it heals quickly, if you really love and pity us, who obviously still really need you.” Rahma let go of her hand and immediately slid to the location, to the place her client promised. At the Hotel G. Hyatt met Mr. Arkana, as promised a few days ago.

“Morning, Sir,” greet Rahma as soon as the woman arrives at the destination. At a restaurant inside the hotel.

The man who is known to be crazy rich smiles to welcome his arrival very friendly, “Morning also Rahma .., you are very beautiful today,” he praises her so as to make Rahma smile, “Please sit down,” Pak Arkana moves his hand to welcome.

“Thank you, Sir,” replied Rahma kindly.

“What message do you want?” ask Mr. Arkana to offer a menu book that has just been read.

“Serden Father only.” Rahma smiled stiffly. “Mr is alone? Or want to meet people here?”

“I happen to be waiting for the arrival of some people. We had a meeting this morning. Though this is over from the hour we previously agreed, but they have not yet come. But this is how if you want to know the key to my success, I am a person who is always on time, on time, disciplined and responsible,” his responsibility pauses a moment to get something out of his bag, “later if my colleagues have all started to come, you can go directly to the room first.” Mr. Arkana held out the entrance card of the room he ordered a few minutes ago.

Not yet had they ordered a drink, suddenly Pak Arkana got up with a slight movement jumped and smiled, when he realized there were two guests had come and walked closer to him.

And how surprised when Rahma turned her head, because it turned out that Pak Arkana's guest was her own ex-husband!

“Eh .. is there Mbak Rahma?” ask Vita kindly. He looked shocked as well as happy to be able to meet the woman he knew in this place.

“You already know each other?” ask Mr. Arkana.

Instantly the four of them silenced each other, looking one by one at the face in front of them alternately.

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 Seriate.

I know you'll be angry, but my story won't progress without conflict. There will be no polygamy, though. It will not be as heavy as you imagine.

As a surprise, I'll slip the prequel Abah and Umi Ros after the second season is finished. How did Abah Haikal get his wife?

Their story is also good, you know. So don't miss it, yeah!🥰