Ustadz It's my Imam
Arsenal Family Verdict
Two weeks have passed. From the beginning of Breena KOAS on her first successful day made her mood ugly. And it ends with him walking the street with his friend to the Mall.
Breena underwent her KOAS calmly. No obstacle is too heavy for her. He only got two shifts. Morning and noon. For the night shift it doesn't apply to her. Not because he was the son of the hospital owner. Because she is pregnant.
It is the rule of such a hospital. For anyone who is pregnant, both nurses and doctors. The night shift was not for them. They will only be in two shifts.
As for Wily, he will be in those three shifts. With a schedule that has been arranged by Doctor Doni. And Wily has also occupied the mess from the hospital.
A mess that can be said to be luxurious. With complete facilities in it. Wily is the lucky KOAS Doctor who got the Mess. The Mess was actually prepared only for regular Doctors. But because Papa Doni who saw Wily who is not a native of Jakarta. The end gave her permission to occupy one of the rooms in the Mess.
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Not only Breena and Wily who undergo their KOAS smoothly without obstacles. In Pratama.Corp Dayyan also does his work without any obstacles that make his emotions. All of his work was very smooth. Even in between his busy life taking care of the office. He still had time to preach in several mosques and Thanksgiving events.
Even if it had time and time did not collide with the time of his KOAS wife. He will also invite his isrti to fill his preaching event.
Breena is always excited if invited by her husband to accompany her preaching. With the spirit of pregnant women will sit in front looking at the husband while stroking his distended stomach.
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Today Ani is busy with taking care of her husband who is in spoiled fashion. Somehow some of this heart her husband was very happy spoiled with her. Even Quin lost his spoiled from the Daddy.
Like this morning, Brian shamelessly asked Ani to feed him while they were having breakfast.
"Darling" call her spoiled. Making everyone at the dining table look at her in wonder.
"Yes Mas bentar. Ani bribe Quin first"
"Honey. Mas also wanted to be bribed" whining Brian made everything in there shudder in horror to see him.
"Why are you, Bri? Why so spoiled gini?" ask Mommy Aletha.
"Not knowing Mom. Brian wanted to be in a bribe this morning" said Brian spoiled.
"Hufts. Ani bribe your husband. Let Quin Mommy bribe. For some reason this morning he uda like a child who ate his asking for a bribe" said Mommy Aletha looking cynically at her child.
"Good Mom"
Ani began to feed her husband, with food that was already on the plate of her husband.
With painstaking Ani feed her until it runs out. Brian even added when the rice on his plate was used up.
"Honey, today's verdict for his Uncle Arsenal family. Do you want to attend?" brian asked when he finished his breakfast.
"Emm, what's the obligation to come, right?" asked Ani hesitated.
"Yes not either. It can be the same as Uncle Aska. Now you are all. What do you want to come?" said Brian softly.
Ani was still silent. He was very hesitant to come to his Uncle's sentencing.
"It's coming Mom. But Mas also came with him" said Ani hopeful that her husband can accompany her.
"Dear dear, I will accompany you there"
After that they all disbanded to start their activities. Daddy Martin's going to the office to replace Brian. Mommy Aletha is going to the salon along with Mommy Rianti and Mama Ratih. Quin was gone with his nanny playing in the backyard.
Ani and Brian are preparing to head to court to witness the course of his trial decision today.
A few minutes down the road, Ani and Brian finally arrive at court. They had already seen his Aska Uncle already standing near the entrance of the courtroom waiting for them.
"That's Uncle darling. Let's go there" Brian took with him in Ani's hand.
Ani just kept quiet. She followed wherever her husband took her. Ani is still in control of her heart which is starting to fidget.
"Assalamualaikum Uncle" said Brian when he and Ani were near Bagaskara.
"Wa'alaikum salam. You guys arrived?" answer Bagaskara.
"Yes Uncle just got in"
"Yes uda then let's go in. Soon the trial will begin" asked Bagaskara.
Ani and Brian followed Bagaskara from behind. They sit on the front bench.
They sat soon. The trial began. Since the start of the Arsenal trial more down his head. He deeply regrets his actions. Only because of the incitement of his wife who does not want to live poor. He had dark eyes withering away his stepfather and stepbrother and his wife.
The judge has already begun reading the verdict. The first to read the verdict was Alya Sativa, wife of Arsenal Ezio. Alya was sentenced to 20 years in prison. Because he had instigated his husband to eliminate the Admaja family so that the entire property of the Admaja family fell into their hands.
Alya, who received a sentence of 20 years in prison, did not receive the sentence. He shouted at the judge who had fallen the verdict to him.
Then he turned around and looked at Ani and Bagaskara with a look of hatred.
"It's all because you're a fucking kid. If you don't come back. Then none of this will happen" his maki shouted at Ani.
Ani who got such a shout could only duck. Not even her tears were shed. Just this time he was yelled at like that.
The police who saw the chaos immediately secured Alya and brought Alya into the detention cell at the court.
While Arsenal who saw the behavior of his wife was also down embarrassed. He hesitantly looked at Ani and Bagaskara. It could be seen her niece's back was shaking inside her husband's arms. Her husband was trying to give her strength and stop her from crying.
There was a look of sadness that he saw. He was sad to see his nephew. But that sad look quickly turned into a sorry and guilty look. Truly he was very sorry following the wishes of his wife that crazy treasure.
While Lio could only duck. He also felt foolish to follow his mother's plan. He even threatened his Papa too if he did not want to live poor.
Their regrets are meaningless at this time.
