Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 15

Meanwhile, Fahry drove his blind motorbike casually down the beauty of the city which is quite crowded with vehicles passing by.

It didn't take long, he had already arrived at his boarding house. Because of the cost and the place of work is not too far away.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Ifan saluted.

Fahry was a little surprised, because Ifan was suddenly behind him.

“Waalaikumsalam... Astagfirullah, why are you suddenly behind me?” ask Fahry.

“Actually, I've been sitting in that chair ever since. The thing is, your mind is not here. Thought what the hell?” ask Ifan curious.

“Nothing,” sahut Fahry brief.

They went inside the house and sat down in a wooden chair.

“Masa. Looking from your face today, I seem to be happy? Just look, the smile has not faded since earlier.”

“It's not good to think a no-no. I smile because smiling is part of worship.”

“Yes, it's true. If you smile at people it is part of worship. But, if you smile yourself it is thought crazy!” tease Ifan laughs.

“Hahaha... satisfied to laugh!” Fahry imitated the laughing of his friend.

“so... how?”

“How is it?” ask Fahry back.

“Have you met that woman?”

Fahry nodded.

“Serious?” ask ifan enthusiastically.

Fahry nodded back.

“Where?” ask Ifan curious.

The sound of Adzan rang.

“Shalat,” said Fahry patted Ifan on the shoulder and got out of his seat.

“Hm...” deham Ifan then enter his room.

Fahry hurriedly took a bath, while Ifan replaced his clothes with polite clothes because he would perform congregational prayers in the mosque.

With a hasty step, they stepped into the mosque that was nearby. Because hearing is finished iqamah, it means you want to run the Magrib Prayer.

Fahry and Ifan performed solemn congregational prayers.

After finishing the prayer, Fahry pointed both hands while praying.

“Yes Allah, if the Ukhti is indeed my soul mate. Make my way to get it. Aaminn..” said Fahry inwardly.

Fahry swept his hands to his face, after finishing praying prayers and even sending prayers to his parents who were gone.

“Fahry,” call Ifan who is half running after him.

Since Ifan was still praying, Fahry had already left him first.

“Iya, what's up?” asked Fahry but had no intention of stopping his steps.

“No. I just call you,” said Ifan grinning horse.

Fahry shook his head.

They continue their steps towards their costs, as usual after magrib Fahry and Ifan must have cooked for them this evening.

“Fahry, how? I'm curious about your story, you haven't continued it.”

“What story?” fahry asked his forehead.

“How can you meet the girl,” said Ifan reminded.

“Oh it. Her name is Marissa, it turns out we work in the same place. The girl just started working today.”

“Be careful, if she is married. You will sin near married women,” said Ifan again reminded him.

“God willing, I will not love a married woman.”

“What are you now loving him?” ask Ifan.

Fahry smiled then shook his head.

“I just admire her at the moment, it turns out that girl is a gentle and very polite woman,” Fahry smiled.

Ifan nodded in understanding, after finishing their conversation Fahry and Ifan ate together. Even a simple meal will feel good if you are grateful.

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At the residence of Mr. Heriyanto.

In the room Anggun curled up on the floor, felt a gust of wind that burst into the fine fur on the body of Anggun.

Gracefully began to blink both eyes, as it felt extremely cold.

Gracefully looking towards the balcony, the door was wide open. Apparently he forgot to close the door when he went to meet Dino that afternoon.

He got out of his place, closed the balcony door. Before closing the door, he first looked out the balcony. Heavy rain poured down the city, with lightning coming.

In another room, Mr. Heri sat pensively on a balcony connected to his room.

He had finished a few cigarettes, looking cigarette butts scattered on the floor.

He also took out several bottles of liquor, various brands at prices that are not cheap.

However, the bottle is still tightly sealed, not touched at all.

Even though he was no longer young, he still had a strong drink. Because often meet with important clients who invite him to drink until he becomes accustomed.

Today she was very disappointed in her daughter Anggun, who had the heart to lie to cover up her pregnancy.

Arggh! Randomizing her hair frustrations.

Looking at his pretty hard hand slapping the smooth cheek of his youngest daughter, even he did not see the tears coming out of Icha's eyes.

“This hand, how cruel!” he saw his palm.

Plaque!

He hit his own cheek with the hand that had hit Icha.

Plaque!

The slap landed back on his cheek.

“Im sorry Papa Icha,” looks at his reddened palms.

He clearly remembers his treatment of Icha first, often comparing Icha and Anggun.

When I was in school never got a ranking, Icha was very grateful.

Unlike Anggun who always gets good grades and warnings, since he sat in elementary school until high school.

That's why Icha is always compared by his father with his own brother.

Even he often scolded Icha for trivial things.

Today he has lost both his son and his wife, only himself and Anggun are at home.

He was unable to keep his wife from leaving, because he already knew the nature of his wife who was not easily persuaded.

“I'm sorry Ma,”.

Mr. Heri was silent for a moment, he seemed to remember something.

Mr. Heri picked up his phone on the table, then contacted someone.

Tut! Tut!

Connected calls.

“Halo,” said.

“Iya, boss.”

“Please find where my wife and my two children are now! Find their address until you meet, then tell me!” his orders to one of his men.

“Ready, boss.”

They ended the call.

Long enough, Mr. Heri waited on the balcony, waiting for his men to contact him. Almost one in the morning, he was still awake waiting for information from his men.

Drrttt his phone vibrates.

“Halo, how?”

“Siap boss. We've found the address of Big Lady, Young Master and Miss.”

“Really?”

“Iya, Sir. They live in a rented house,”.

“Good. Send the address, I'll come see them tomorrow,”.

Then closing his call, he heaved a sigh of relief at having already found their address.

He had to throw away his ego, for the return of his wife and two children.

He again felt guilty, considering his treatment of his wife, who always blamed his wife in every way.

“Will they forgive me? Do I deserve to be forgiven?” his inner.

“Icha, forgive Papa nak.”

He rubbed a photo of the little Icha, which was stored in his mobile phone gallery.

For the first time Mr. Heri shed his tears.