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After the Doctor's departure, Anggie wept wailing all her grief and sorrow. His life had no happiness at all. The marriage that Anggie thought could change his life was only considered a stranger. Now her heart was crying because it had to contain the seed of another man who was not her husband.
"Non Anggie don't cry. Pity the baby." said Mbok Surti who is sorry for the current condition of Anggie.
Mbok Surti initially thought Anggie could be a long-lost replacement for Aisyah. But with this incident, Mbok Surti was increasingly unconcerned with the information that explained Aisyah was in good condition.
After tired of crying, with the persuasion of Mbok Surti, Anggie also wanted to eat and drink. Then, Anggi took vitamins and booster drugs from the doctor and then returned to rest.
Not to mention the shock of Mbok Surti with news Aisyah who has been found alive. This time Mbok Surti was surprised by the news of Anggie's pregnancy. It was clear that during Baihaqi's return, they had never been together like a married couple. Baihaqi tends to stay away and keep his distance. But this is life that happens sometimes beyond our own expectations.
Not long after the sound of cars parked in the courtyard of Baihaqi's house. Mr. Amin entered very quickly towards Baihaqi's room.
"Assynnnya ... Mbok, accompany me to my room. I have to get dressed, plan tonight you are going to Turkey looking for Ms. Aisyah, because in Mr. Baihaqi's dream, Mr. Aisyah is still alive." said Mr. Amin who just kept talking without stopping. His footsteps grew even faster to head towards the main rooms of Baihaqi and Aisyah.
"Waalaikumsalam. Ms. Aisyah is still alive." said Mbok Surti slowly and walked in a hurry to follow the steps of Mr. Amin who was quite fast and wide.
In front of the door of Baihaqi and Aisyah's room, Mr. Amin turned towards Mbok Surti.
"Bu Aisyah is still alive?! What's that supposed?" ask Mr. Amin who is getting confused.
"There was a call from Turkey from Mas Fathan. Ms. Aisyah has been found healthy and alive. Mr. Baihaqi was asked there to accompany the lahiran there." said Mbok Surti slowly.
Both of Mr. Amin's eyes were patterned and his mouth was gaping in disbelief with what he had just heard from Mbok Surti.
"You're kidding me, aren't you?!! Because I miss you the same?! Morning do not prank me, make breakfast the same black coffee. Rather than imprank me." said Mr. Amin who sounded relaxed and in disbelief. He then walked into Baihaqi's room.
"Lho Pak Amin this how. I am serious, sir. This morning there were many events that made my heart healthier without exercise" said Mbok Surti loudly with eyes that glare because upset the information is not considered.
Mr. Amin just kept quiet and picked up the suitcase and stuffed some of the items ordered and needed by Baihaqi into the medium suitcase.
"I'd like to see Mr. Baihaqi. I follow Mr. Amin." said Mbok Surti loudly.
"Mbok already ... Don't miss, I'm not sure that Ms. Aisyah is still alive. It's been a few months since that incident, so there's no way Mbok." said Mr. Amin calm down.
"Bu Anggie is also pregnant" said Mbok Surti to lower his voice so that Anggie does not wake up because of the actions of the two of them.
Again Mr. Amin who put clothes into a suitcase stopped. Staring with a sharp eye towards Mbok Surti.
"Don't Ngadi Mbok. That Baihaqi sir has never touched Bu Anggie. He was always away, even willing to sleep in the pecker just didn't want to make a mistake. Because the love of Mr. Baihaqi is only for Ms. Aisyah alone." said Mr. Amin loudly. The old man looked annoyed at the lackluster news.
"Here you see, that's where Dr. Aisyah's been checking on Ms. Anggie. It had been three days of looking pale, weak, limp and powerless. It turns out .. pregnant." said Mbok Surti slowly. He was confused, then the child in the womb whose child?, he mumbled softly which can still be heard by Mr. Amin.
"Gee ... If this is Hot news and we need to convey it directly to Mr. Baihaqi. But the problem of Ms. Aisyah, I do not believe Mbok." said Mr. Amin steady.
"Let me tell you. Between me I met Mr. Baihaqi." said Mbok Surti slowly.
"How about Miss Anggie?!" ask Mr. Amin slowly to Mbok Surti.
"Leave it. Just fell asleep after taking medicine and vitamins from the doctor" said Mbok Surti excitedly.
"I'm coming!!" anggie said from Baihaqi's bedroom door.
The two housekeepers were shocked and turned towards the voice in the doorway.
"Non Anggie is still limp. So it should be a break." Mbok Surti said slowly to Anggie.
"If I say this is Mr Baihaqi's son you won't believe it, will you?! This is Mr. Baihaqi's son. That night Mr. Baihaqi asked me to serve him as a husband-and-wife relationship, so that I could give offspring for him." said Anggie loudly by poisoning the brains of Mr. Amin and Mbok Surti.
Mr. Amin and Mbok Surti looked at each other in disbelief. It was impossible for a Baihaqi who understood religion to behave like that. The marriage happened because Aisyah who was too good wanted to cover up Anggie's disgrace. However, right now Anggie is really trying to get Baihaqi's love and attention to become her LEGITIMATE Husband.
Then what if this news reached Baihaqi's ears?!
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