Wife Who Was Sold.

Arka pov

This morning, I looked outside my room. The air seemed cool this morning. I saw my phone screen. I smiled when I saw the picture of my angel.

Well, he's my tanti. She was my angel, who had managed to conquer my heart until it almost drove me crazy.

"Wait, where are you, baby. I miss you so much. How much this torments me. If I knew where you were, I would say that you are my true love that I've been looking for."

True love. Well, for me Tanti is true love. And only this time I found a sholeha woman like her.

I am Arka Wijaya, a great admirer of Muhammad Rosulullah.

Every word of Muhammad was spoken, my heart was cold to hear it. I want to imitate him. But I can't yet. I can only read, the store. Well, he is my prophet, the prophet whom I long for intercession.

I am the Arch of Vijaya who was born from the descendants of the conglomerate, but our lives are very far from religion.

We are Muslims, but we do not know about the Islamic sciences. And I want the figure of the wife of Soleha, who wants to guide me and teach me religion. And I found it in Arifin's wife, Tanti.

Ever since I met her, I had begun to admire her, her obedience to her husband made me want to know her even more.

And I heard when Tanti's husband wanted to sell Tanti. Ah, I feel so unbearable and unwilling. I also decided to buy it. It's not my intention to make Tanti like an item, but I'll keep her like a diamond. Well, that's what I mean.

I stepped towards my desk. I open my diary I say my heart.

Dear diary,

Change my love, do you know what I've been feeling all this time, I love you so much, I miss you so much, if only I didn't see you again, and couldn't have you, then I'll take your Aurel in your place. And at any time, I will never marry any woman again. Tanti, do you know, if all this time, you are the figure of the woman that I am looking for. sublime woman, whose melodious voice teaches her. Although I cannot follow the example of the apostle, I cannot be a good priest, but I need Khadija, a noble woman, and I need Aisha, an intelligent person, she said, who will lead me to the path of Muhammad. And that person is you Tanti.

My tears fell on the white paper. I closed my diary. I smiled as a shadow appeared in my mind.

"Papa's son, you're doing it baby. Papa is very much with you. Ah, one month just feels like a year of not meeting Anisa. Papa promised Son. Will buy you, a lot of toys." I muttered slowly.

"Carcinium..."Papa Exclamations.

"Yes Pa."

"Down Nak. This is Papa ordering food, son."

"Yes, I'll be down in a minute." I said as I rubbed my wet cheeks.

I then went downstairs to see my Papa. And I saw that Papa was already at the dinner table. I smile.

"For Pa..."My greeting.

"For Arka."

"Gee, there's so much food!"

"Yes Arka. Papa purposely messages this all. Later in the afternoon we will fly to Jakarta."

"Oh yeah? well, I'm really happy Pa. I also miss Anisa. Anisa's my daughter."

"Well.ha... Arka, it is only you who miss. Papa misses papa's granddaughter, she's adorable."

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This afternoon, my dad and I packed up to go back to Jakarta. How happy this feeling was, I bought a lot of souvenirs for Anisa, for Mama, for the servants, and my guards.

I'll give them lots of prizes and commissions. Because I am so happy today. Because while in Bali we always win the tender. Well, I really gave papa a thumbs up. Every papa join my business, we can always join, with great entrepreneurs from abroad. So that our efforts can grow rapidly.

I was very busy preparing which items I would bring.

"Yes Arka, stay here. After all, this is our home. You can come back here to pick it up later."

"Yes already. I also have a tricycle for Anisa. Anisa must be happy with all these gifts. I promise pa. I'll spoil Anisa until she grows up. I'll keep all the requests."

"Don't be so Arka. That's your name you miseducated Anisa. Later if Anisa becomes a child to see how."

"It's okay Pa. He's Arka's son."

After climbing all my belongings, I then stepped towards the closet, I grabbed my clothes. And packed it in a big suitcase.

"Gosh, I forgot Zoya. How is he. Why don't I buy him a toy, too. He must be the same Andre. Ah, I need to call Andre.

I then took my phone that was in my pants pocket.

I called Andre's number.

"Hello Ndre? How about Zoya."

"Zoya is fine Arka. He's the same Chelsea. But he doesn't know about his mother that she's dead."

"God, how sorry that kid is. That small, already an orphan."

"Arca. When did you come home? I want to make things Arka's important."

"This afternoon Ndre, I'm sliding."

"Oh, okay."

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I smiled happily after I got home. I've gathered all the helpers and bodyguards. I'll give them one gift. I'm sure they're happy.

"Well, Mister. Are you also part of this?" Said Mr. Toha .

"Yes. All things just calm down." I said with full warmth.

I also went to find my daughter Anisa. I went upstairs to my room, I saw Mama sleeping with Anisa. Finally I felt relieved, because my mother had not asked me to marry again and precisely she also wanted to accept adopted grandchildren.

I woke my mom up, though,

"Ma, wake up Ma. Arka's home."

Mom then woke up hearing Arka's voice.

"Ah, mama overslept Arka."

"Now mom is out. Arka wants to get tired Arka wants to accompany Anisa to sleep."

"All right, mama's out. How does Arka run its business?"

"Alhamdulillah Ma's. This is also thanks to my mother's prayer. All smoothly Ma. There are no obstacles or obstacles."

"Thank God Arka."

Mama then wakes up and she steps away from me and Anisa.

Zoya's. Suddenly I was thinking about her daughter Princess. Well, he's an orphan now. How fate after living Princess. I'm going to adopt Zoya too.