
Aby finished all her work, after which she and other employees visited Mr. Sofyan at the hospital.
"Assynolt..!"
"Greetings" replied Sofyan smiling.
"Thank you for coming."
"We heard that you're sick, what's the truth, sir?" ask Aby.
"My stomach acid goes up. But it's okay. How's it at the warehouse?"
"Thank God, good job, sir.."
Sofyan smiled proudly.
"I believe that if you're there, everything will be safely under control."
"Thank you, sir for the trust you've given me."
"Oh, yeah By, actually I have something for you. But I'm lying here" he said a little disappointed.
At that time Lyra entered while carrying a bottle of white water.
He was a bit surprised to see Aby there.
"Mas, it's been a while?" sapa is stale.
"Just now, how are you?"
"Yes, I'm fine, Mas." she replied stiffly.
Mr. Sofyan looked at Lyra with sadness.Since the incident with Arman, he rarely greeted his daughter.
It's not why, he's just disappointed. And that disappointment he vented by silencing Lyra.
"Please continue to talk, Mas I'm out for a while" said Lyra a little hesitant.
Aby was astonished.
After feeling quite stale, Aby and her partner implored themselves.
And before going home, Aby tries to find Lyra's whereabouts in the hospital corridor.
He saw the girl was calling someone while snapping.
"Basins you bastard..! I'm not dealing with you anymore!" you and your friends are the same!"
Lyra hung up the phone furious.
With a breath he grumbled.
"Look him for sorry.. Does he think that apologetically everyone will be able to get back to how they were?" Lyra ruffled her hair. He did not realize that Aby was watching him.
"Ly..?"
"You got a problem?" guess it.
Suddenly Lyra's tears spilled can not be contained anymore. The girl looked very depressed.
Aby approached her friend who had been with her.
"You guys go first, just. I'll get a cab later."
Then he went back to Lyra.
"If you believe me, tell me! That way, who knows how to reduce your burden a little."
Lyra is getting sobbing.
"I'm wrong, Mom, I didn't listen to your advice."
Then he told me the sequence of events that had happened to him.
Aby was furious to hear the story.
"Why don't you report those lecherous people to the police?"
Lyra shakes.
"I don't want my disgrace to spread. After all, even if they want to be responsible. I don't want to live with them." Lyra said in tears.
Aby folded her hands in front of her chest. He also doesn't know what to say.
"And what I am burdening right now is papa. What if she knew that as a result of that incident, I was pregnant, there were only two possibilities, if she wasn't Anfal, then she would have killed me" Lyra said.
"Don't be prejudiced, your father loves you very much, maybe if you speak kindly from heart to heart.. Mr. Sofyan will understand."
"Mas Aby doesn't know how rich my papa is, he does look soft on the outside, but very firm and hard on the inside."
"Yes, I can't take any advice. Just my message, try to talk carefully with him. I hope you find a way out of this."
"Oh, yeah.. Can I have Arman's number?"
"For what"
"Nothing, I just want to know him... Who knows if I can talk to him."
"Free, Mas. Even if Mas managed to talk to him maybe he would not want to be responsible. Because I've been scolding him all out."
"There's no harm in trying."
Lyra gives Arman's contact number to Aby.
After promising to try to help find a way out of his problems, Aby finally came home.
Arriving in front of the house, he had already heard a commotion from the direction of Anisa's house.
Aby approaching.
There he could see how Rosmah was fighting with the neighboring mothers.
"God.. I'm telling you, your niece is a pretentious one. He said ustadz, but ustadz what if it's as irritable as that."
"Dragon, yes mouth, mother. We never asked you for a bite of rice, so don't say my son fucks . My family's a respectable person!" rosmah did not want to lose.
"It's a bit of a doubt, , self-conscious, dong Bu Rosmah.." scolded the others.
"Nobody's honorable, but life's still hitchhiking. Kasian Anisa, What can be expected from a husband like Yahya, is already flawed added his chatty aunt."
"You said, what? My son is working! We're not hitchhiking anymore, and just so you know, my son is a victim. He was so for saving an ex-husband from his wife, then what did he get after that? just hurt because her ex-husband could not be away from Anisa. You still blame my son too?" Rosmah's voice vibrated.
The mothers who were huddled became silent.
"If you want to blaspheme, blaspheme, Aby. The basic man doesn't know himself. Divorce is still trying to get close to Anisa."
Aby's heart ached hearing Rosmah's accusation. He did not deny that there were still feelings for Anisa. But he never crossed the line. He still keeps the norms. He was close to Anisa because Al was still among them.
But Rosmah's accusation this time somehow made her think of something.
"I have to straighten things out. I'll stay away from Anisa as soon as possible." she muttered. Without waiting for the next morning. That night he left the house secretly.
He plans to tell Anisa if he has a place to stay.
For a while he intended to stay at a friend's house.
For the good of his best friend, he got a place to live that happened to be close to where he worked.
Aby was so grateful for the situation. He just thought about how to tell Anisa and her son.
***
While at Anisa's place, there is a furore.
Al cries for finding Aby's house vacant.
"Where's the father, Mother? The clothes don't exist. It's empty." Al looks so sad. Maybe he imagined where his father would take shelter.
Anisa rushed to the house. His little heart hoped that what Al said was wrong.
Rosmah and Yahya followed.
Anisa sat down. He also regretted, if it had to go, why in this way?
Yahya did not dare to comment, he saw Anisa was very shocked back then.
The most happy of course is Rosmah.
He felt he had managed to get rid of the problem so far.
"Would he have known about what happened this afternoon, huh?" he laughed a little.
Anisa tries to call Aby several times but is inactive.
Anisa felt uneasy, she momentarily glanced at her phone. He really hopes that Aby will immediately answer the message sent.
"Mother, I answered the message, Mother!."
Anisa snatched her phone quickly.
(Sorry, I didn't talk to you about my decision this time. I think this is what's best for us. With us far apart, God willing, everything will improve. You take it easy, I still remember my responsibilities as a father, greetings to Al)
Clear details began to drip appearing in the corner of his eyes.
He couldn't imagine being further away from the man. He also imagined what his days would be like without Aby again.
(Where do you live, Mom? Al was very worried.)
"(Alhamdulillah, I got a pretty good place.I told Al. Don't worry, I'll make a lot of money to buy a house so we can regroup. You don't have to worry anymore either, I'll be fine. Take care of your family)
Anisa felt overwhelmed. "This time Mas Aby won't tell you where he lives." murmured Anisa.
Al just looked at the food in front of him.
He kept thinking about his father.
"Eh, let's eat handsome light, don't waste food. That's Mubazir's name.
kasian Yahya's father worked hard to get this food.
Al tau, no? Yahya's father's feet are so because of what?' ask Rosmah to Al.
Al just shook his head.
"The color of Yahya's father is Mulya, he saved Aby's father so that his legs must be cut off."
Anisa looked at Rosmah with a dislike look.
Yahya just took a deep breath looking at his aunt.
"Don't go on, Bi. Al was a child." he said, but Rosmah snapped at him.
"Shut up! you know what? This is how to educate children so they can appreciate you as the head of the family here. Moreover, he had to return the favor on behalf of his father, right?"
Anisa feels unable to bear Rosmas innuendo. He took out two plates and slammed them on the floor.Hard voice woke Khaliza up. The atmosphere is frenzied.
"Keep it, abominable Aunt Mas Aby, just keep Auntie depressed for my son! Or I'll sue for divorce, Yahya!"
Threaten Anisa while shouting loudly..
So sorry. From yesterday the network in my place was problematic, so it can only be up🙏🙏