WRONG MARRIAGE

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“Loh?” Zalfa widened his eyes when he realized the house he had entered was different, not the house he had bought first. He had already entered the spacious main room. “Whose home?” Zalfa spread his gaze across the house.

“Our house,” replied Arkhan while pouring drinking water into a glass and then sipped it.

Unsure, Zalfa stepped outside, observing the building carefully. Obviously, it is not his home. Zalfa is back in. “So, this is a new home?”

“Ya,” Arkhan replied lightly.

“Thank you God. Your gifts are infinite.” Zalfa.

Arkhan was stunned staring at the novelty created on Zalfa's face. His wife was truly grateful.

“Then, Mama and Elijah where?” Ask Zalfa.

“They are packing, transporting our goods and all our needs from the old house. They'll follow you here.”

“Mas Arkhan!” Zalfa held Arkhan's arm and stuck his head on the man's shoulder.

Arkhan frowned at Zalfa's different behavior, his wife looking spoiled.

“You already have a wow income and quite, how about we invite Mbak Yen here again to help me,” said Zalfa in a spoiled tone. He stared at Arkhan's flat face that was close to his face. “You can certainly hire him right? I can't possibly take care of this house alone.”

“Ya. You have the phone number, right?”

“Ada.”

“Call him.”

“Oke.” Soon Zalfa called Mbak Yen. Zalfa wants to give Mbak Yen good news for his finances that have improved, and he wants to share with mbak Yen by again inviting Mbak Yen to stay home with him.

Zalfa sat on the sofa while sticking the phone in her ear. He can't wait to talk to Mbak Yen.

“Halo!” the voice across. Not the voice of Mbak Yen, but the voice of a child.

“Halo dear, who is this?”

“Anak Mamak,” ceplos little one who may be about seven years old.

“Ooh... Which mom? Give her hp to mamak, yes!” gently Zalfa was anxious to hear the voices of the children.

“Mamak again in the bathroom taking warm water for me to shower. I'm sick, so mom takes care of me.” The boy's voice sounded uninspired.

Zalfa.

Zalfa knew that voice, none other than the voice of Mbak Yen.

“Mbak Yen, remember me?” sahut Zalfa cheerfully.

“Sure. I still keep the number. What's Non Zalfa?”

“Mbak Yen, now our economy has improved. Ma'am Yen want to come back to live with us? Help-help me at home kayak first again,” persuade Zalfa.

“Mm. Sorry, my son is sick. I have to take care of him and take care of him. I also don't know until when I put it this way, so I better choose to be by my son's side.”

Zalfa was saddened to hear Mbak Yen's confession. It's so sorry, Sister Yen.

“Then Mbak Yen, bring his son Mbak Yen only here, so that Mbak Yen's children can all keep Mbak Yen's children here,” connect Zalfa who does not want to replace mbak Yen with others.

“Sorry, I also have a husband. My husband wants to be stuck if I bring my son with me. During this time my husband berahan at home, work in the village because there are children. Lah, if my son also brought to the city, my husband would not allow.”

“Ooh... Yes already, Mbak.”

“Non don't get mad, yes. I'm sorry.”

“Not a problem. I'm okay, really. I doain hope your son gets well soon.”

“Aamiin. O yes, if Non wants, I have a brother. He was kind and obedient. Not far from me. Coincidentally he is in need of a job, later let me tell you to work at home Non only, how?” Ma'am Yen conveyed the idea.

“Ooh. That's all right, Ma'am. Now I'm young pregnant, so need people to help at home.”

“OK, Non. I will be notified to Non. But I'm sure he'll want to work at Non's house. Very nice guy, kok.”

“Yes. I believe the same Ma'am Yen. Send me the account so I can transfer money for fare.”

“Ready, Non.”

Zalfa ends the conversation.

TB

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