AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 212. SORRY

Next Morning.

After breakfast, the Kusuma family split up to carry out their respective activities. Abah and Uyut to the funeral while Aiswa, online lecture at Joanna's company.

Amir with Mang Sapri called the employee who was meant by Abahya last night.

Almost thirty minutes, Amir listened to the employee's story without pausing. Just listening.

"Still want to work, Mang?"

"Shame but, Den."

"Who's same? me? is God ashamed?" ask Amir.

"Both, I'm ashamed."

"If you don't work here, where do you want to work? any other sources of income?" continued Amir.

"Nothing, Den. Only here, because the work is also not heavy. Wages above all others, also like to get regular parcels if friday," submissive middle-aged men.

"You know that, but to the employer, please help!" sentak Mang Sapri's.

"Already, do not need to be discussed again," Amir held back when Mang sapri was about to hit using a magazine scroll.

"Don't take her to the police station" she cried.

"Please on continue, Mang. If ashamed of the same God will certainly maintain the attitude .. if even repeated again similar events. I lost my hand, because I have warned how dangerous it is to feed the family with illegal money .. not the impact on the children's morals alone but on the responsibility later."

"What Amang does is also my share in it. I'm sorry, Mang. Not sensitive and not ngayomi .. I am not the first place for Amang to ask for help. Say sorry to the Amang family," said Amir softly.

"Den Mas, do you? how will he get hooked?" mang sapri protest.

"You want that again, Mang?" Amir asked his employees.

"No Den, insaf."

After the employee leaves. Mang sapri was still astonished, asking Amir's explanation carefully for his faqir.

"Destiny of Allah Mang, but with me this way. If God still gives him guidance, be sure he will not repeat. The case is closed yes, lest the disgrace spread. Dah Mang, work again," said Amir to Mang sapri who was just silent.

Son, father the same. World affairs.

Amir was about to rise into the house. A white pajero car that he knew, went into the yard of his brother's house.

"Hasbi?" he still sits on the terrace.

Since Aiswa moved, the front porch was covered with curtains of bamboo around, so as not to glare as well for the sake of Aiswa was not exposed as he sat there accompanying her.

The originally empty terrace, turned into Amir's workplace since Aiswa's presence. Equipped with teak wood chairs so that guests who only stop by for a while, do not need to enter the living room in the house.

The steering wheel door opened, saw the driver heading to the trunk and then pulled out something.

"Wheel chair? who for?" Amir started to get up, wearing his sandals.

"Hasbi?" He sped up the pace when he found out his friend had trouble getting down to sit in a wheelchair despite being helped by the driver.

"God, what's wrong with you?" Amir helped until he was comfortable sitting there.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mir," he reached out.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Amir ignored the outstretch of his hand, immediately clutching the friend.

"Sorry" Hasbi said, welcoming Amir's greeting.

"Hot, come in yuk." The host broke their embrace. Ask Serli to come down and go inside.

Amir asks Alex to have Mba Sri prepare a dish for his guests, as well as the driver.

"In the meantime sir please let it be cool, out of the hot weather and dust .. here come in ... Reezi bobok huh? put to sleep in the guest room aja Mba, monggo," Amir shifted the seat so that the Driver who pushed the wheelchair Hasbi freely set the position of his employer. As well as opening the guest room door so that Serli can put their son to sleep with the baby sitter.

"Then I called back, didn't pick up? I think it's important." said Amir open the conversation while arranging the position of the cup so that Hasbi easily reach him.

"I've been sleeping like it. Yesterday wanted to say, wanted to come to see you because when going to Tazkiya, santri said you left so we are the princess back before entering the gate," explained Hasbi.

"I went to Mas's room, adek let me comfortably sleep," said Serli to her husband and Amir.

"Need be like me, Bi? in old Jakarta actually, because Ahmad married yesterday it was and there is business that I have to finish as well" said Amir explained.

"Yes Ahmad ngabarin anyway but I still can not go, deliberately so here once the doctor says I can travel again," explained Hasbi.

"Naya and Mahen, meet me and explain everything when I'm going to the second operation."

"Innalillahi, who's in the basement of the hospital?this bad, Bi?" Amir surprised.

"That's .. my five ribs are cracked and broken, thank God they are still protected because the fault does not stick piercing the vital organ, Mir."

"La haula wala quwwata ila billah .. sorry, I didn't stop you at the hospital because we went straight back here. How now? shouldn't force Bi, you haven't recovered yet" Amir was concerned.

"Fear Mir, fear of no age. I still have many sins with you and Ahmad, especially Aiswa," Hasbi said slowly.

"Sin, everyone has it. That last one, ko I'm jealous huh," Amir held back a smile.

"Eh, sorry sorry. I don't mean," Hasbi clumsy.

"I see, she was your wife. Want to talk to Aiswa first? I called, but I'm sorry if he refused, Bi, I didn't ask" continued Amir.

"If I may, Serli and I would like to talk to him" Hasbi said.

"Wait a minute, I'm trying." Amir goes into the room, meets Aiswa.

Joanna came out when her male employer went into their room. Aiswa's college is just over.

"Rohi, there's Hasbi and his wife up ahead. Ask to see you, want to talk about apologizing he said," Amir spoke slowly so that Aiswa was not offended.

"Talk especially Bii? if I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If only Serli wants to see you, I can. But what if he? no, because I have nothing to do anymore," said Aiswa.

Sorry, I don't want to ruin my husband's mood. I want to take care of my husband's heart. Although I know, Qolbi must be redho.

"So how?"

"Tell me, or can I call Qolbi? qolbi loudspeaker later."

"OK, can. I said yes." Amir returns to the living room, takes his cell phone and conveys Aiswa's wishes to Hasbi.

"I'm sorry, my wife is not willing to meet but by phone aja," said Amir while making a call to Aiswa.

Trowels.

"Darling, it can start. I've been loud," said Amir.

Five minutes, Hasbi conveyed her intentions to Aiswa. His statement made Amir a little jealous but his wife's reply confirmed it.

"Pardon does not change the past but hopefully can improve the future between my Qolbi with you, between me and Mba Serli ... I forgive not because you deserve it, but because I want to have peace...."

"I also forgot all the painful things, not because of you, but for Qolbi and myself. Qolbi who always told me that being a mother must be healthy was born bathin so that the child conceived also has a soft heart and becomes a conditioning...."

"I let go of it long before you asked for it. When I decided to be the wife of a very special figure to me, Amirzain .. focus on making her happy, I shed all my past.." concluded Aiswa disconnect call after greeting, without continuing the conversation with her ex-husband.

Dear God, dear, thank you.

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...Bab kek wiro sableng. 212, so that the nulis began to fret...