WIFE COFFER CEO

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The Imam walked over to me by the door, his shady face bright and cheerful. Mas Imam is a man who has a handsome face, he is so active in religious activities in the area where we live, he is a good man, friendly and always polite to anyone.

''Assalamualaikum Raisa,'' his greeting when he was in front of me.

''Walaikum'sallam Mas, '' my friendly reply with a smile on the corner of my lips.

''How are you and Yumna? Last night Mas through your contract, your contract looked dark and uninhabited. If I may know where you are staying?'' she asked with her eyes so fixed that she looked at my face. The man wearing the white peci in front of me was a single man. He was about twenty-five years old, his figure was so admired by many women in the rented area that I occupied. Naturally many young women who admire him, because in addition to handsome, Mas Imam is also a teacher njai, preacher and also sometimes an imam of prayer in the mosque where we live. His religious knowledge is very qualified and need not be doubted, because as far as I know he is the best graduate of a pesantren and his parents are also an ustadz and ustadzah. In addition, he also comes from a prominent family, his parents have a printing factory that has employed many people in the area where we live, and they also have several rental units that are all occupied. Unfortunately I did not get any more to contract the Mas Imam family rented house.

''Um, I was staying at the place where I worked last night Mas, '' I lied. It's nothing, it's nothing, I don't want people to know about me who already have a husband and I don't want people to know that Yumna is in the hospital and needs a lot of money to the cost. People are scared of getting more and more into our lives. As much as possible I will keep privacy about my life and Yumna's.

''If Yumna?'' ask again.

''Yumna was staying at her schoolmate Mas's house. Because it is impossible for him to stay at his own rental, I do not want to let him stay alone, considering my sister was just a teenager afraid there are pranksters who prank her.'' I answered again what the Imam asked. The Imam of the mangosteen heard what I said.

''If you feel so hassles working as an office girl in a big company it's better to just stop Raisa. Mas can help you, Mas will finance your life and Yumna for free. Sorry is nothing, Mas sincerely want to help you, Mas can not bear to see you must be tired of working, Mas Imam said to me again with the look of his eyes that looked serious. I responded to her words with a big smile. All this time Mas Imam has been so good to me, but I do not feel good about him.

''Thank you so much for your kindness so far. Sorry, I don't want to trouble Mas too much,''

''Um, thank you so much again. Then I go in first, Mas,''

''Yes, I am going to the mosque as well. You're all right, yeah,''

''Yes.''

The Imam passed from before me with his bare footsteps. I don't know why I feel like there's something he still wants to talk about with me. After the body of Mas Imam had completely disappeared from my sight, I then entered into a simple contract that I rented. The Maghrib is coming soon, and I have to pick up some of my clothes quickly, because when I was at Mas Hendrick's house I didn't have a change of clothes. The driver who accompanied me was waiting in the car in front of the alley. Because the contract I rented was behind an alley that did not fit for a car, only the path became an alternative road to enter.

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''Mr. Hendrick has repeatedly called Mr. Don, he said he was waiting for Non at home, Mr. driver said to me when I was sitting in the seat in the car.

''Yes, if so we go home, sir.'' My solute. Then the driver drove a four-wheeled vehicle that he was steering at medium speed. The light has turned dark, the night has come and the adzan magrib has also been completed in I opened. Naturally, Mas Hendrick had asked where I was, because I was late to go home. I did not welcome his return from working at the door. Ah ... I'm sorry, but after this I'll be a good wife. I hope Mas Hendrick isn't angry with me because I'm late.

Seriate.