
From a distance Mbok Inah saw the figure of the woman in the car who had just left the handsome man. In Mbok Inah's mind, he's probably a Damar patient. With his clothes up, Mbok Inah walked up to the car. Coincidentally the clothesline is behind the house, and accidentally mbok Inah passed by the side because the back door was closed. Because there were too many clothes, Mbok Inah decided through a side door that was directly connected to the kitchen.
"Who are they? why'd that guy get in that chick still in the car..." Mbok Inah put the clothesline on the table, then rushed to the car.
Tok...
Mbok Inah knocked on the car glass. When the car glass opened, how shocked mbok Inah, saw the veiled woman still wrapped in a very beautiful wedding dress. The fragrant bushes of the woman's perfume seemed to clump in the car, until when the car glass opened the smell spread just like that. The smell does not puncture the throat or hurt the nose, the sweet aroma that feels very cool.
The view of the woman is very beautiful, although almost 90 percent of her body is wrapped in Muslim clothing. Mbok Inah conveys admiration through the eyes
Subhanallah, what is this that the angel of heaven secured...
"Mom, Mommy. There's something I can help you with..." Alisya Santun.
Instantly mbok Inah's daydream was distracted by "Eh, maaf. yes, non...."
Alisya held out a hand that was still wrapped in matching gloves with the clothes she wore.
"Include me, my name is Alisya."
mbok Inah also shook Alisya's hand
"Call me mbok Inah. I work here. Miss herself why is she here? why don't you come in..."
"I'm just here. My husband is back soon..."
"Lho why not come in, let Mbok accompany in.."
Alisya shook her head "No need to mbok, thank you. I just wait here. My husband is coming out soon, he just returned the owner's bag" explained Alisya gently.
"Oh, yes. I just remember that time Miss went to the party, kept coming home not carrying a bag, is it possible..."
"The body was left at the table, coincidentally our house was unidirectional. So, We decided to return his bag" Alisya said.
"Oh, then thank you very much. Non Olive does like sloppy people..."
mbok Inah saw the waiting coat hanging on the front bench, while the bride was sitting gracefully in the back.
Just this time there is a newly married couple directly to the house to just return the bag...
Mbok Inah smiled "Then mbok, continue working again, yes non." Mbok Inah also returned to pick up his dry clothes and went back inside.
Alisya pressed her hands together while slightly playing the finger "Oh Allah. It is a sin if I feel jealous..." Alisya's heart is very restless considering her husband is visiting the house of a woman, whom they used to have a relationship with.
"Astagfirullah...." Slowly Alisya stroked the chest. He knew his heart was under the control of Satan. At this moment in his heart there was such unease that it was hard for him to think positive. In silence Alisya chose to glorify the creator, to calm his heart and mind.
On the other hand there Gilang is giving Olive sling bag "I want to return this...." While giving the bag.
Olive took it"Thank you..." He also checks his stuff.
"How can you find my wife's bag?" Wonder Damar while looking at the bag carried by his wife.
"I happened to see it lying on the street, so I thought it belonged to someone there. After I asked people around there and no one confessed. Finally I decided to open this bag and then I found this ID."Clearly Gilang is hiding behind a lie.
"Aren't you having a wedding, why are you on the street?" Damar's insistence made Olive short of breath.