Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 70

Meanwhile, Mr. Heri followed his wife. However, the car his wife was driving had gone far away.

“Damn it!” objurgation.

Mr. Heri got into his car and followed him from behind. However, Mr. Heri was instead stuck in traffic jams about five meters due to a traffic accident.

Mr. Heri is not ceaselessly cursing.

“Huft ... you fool! Why is it stuck once?!”

Nearly three hours, it had finally gone through a traffic jam.

Mr. Heri knew that his wife must be at his son's house. Actually, Mr. Heri secretly investigated Dika, even though he was very angry. Somehow, the last few made him lonely.

Ting! The keg!

Sir pressed Dika's house bell.

Chequek!

A worker in his house opened the door.

“Why is there?”

“There Sir. A moment, I call.”

Mr. Heri nodded.

Before long, Dika was seen coming down the stairs of his house.

“What's Papa here for? Aren't we no more business?!”

“Jaga talk you Dika. Where's your manners? I'm still your parents!”

“Don't you, Papa himself didn't consider me a son anymore. Don't blame my attitude like this, this is a teaching from Papa himself.”

“Cih ...! where's my wife?” no matter what Dika said anymore.

“Wife? In this house, there is only my wife. No Papa's wife,” said Dika sitting in front of his Papa.

“Do not lie! I know he's in this house!”

“Please Papa check,” said Dika.

Mr. Heri got up from his seat, stepped up the stairs half-run. He checked all the rooms, but found no wife at all.

“How? Did Papa find Mama?” tease Dika while smiling.

“Where did you hide it?”

“In a place that is not known by everyone,” said Dika grinned.

“Stupid basis! What's your plan? Huh! Hide my wife!” snapped sir Heri.

“I protected them from Papa's cruelty! Once Papa wants to harm Papa's son and daughter-in-law. Where's your conscience day, Pa?” ask Dika deliberately, because it can find out who the perpetrator who has harmed his sister.

“Don't be your fool! I did not like Fahry, even wanted to separate them. But, I'm not as stupid as you think!”

“CK .. we'll see later. I would never forgive if I had known the culprit!”

“Sup to you, believe it or not. Obviously, I'm not the culprit!”

Heri rushed out of her son's house leaving Dika who was still staring at him.

“I know very well Papa. Indeed his desire to make Icha as his financial source, but he could not harm his children, let alone kill!” mummified Dika.

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Three months have passed, three months already Sir Heri did not find his wife. Dika really did not tell the whereabouts of his sister and also his mother.

Today is the Anggun wedding day, because they had engaged first.

Despite being a second wife, Anggun still wants to be married. Because all for the sake of their business, because Anggun can not live in distress as well as Heri sir.

Mr. Heri willingly let his daughter marry a married man, indeed his initial intention was to marry his daughter in order to save his business.

After the wedding was over, Anggun went into their room due to being quite tired. Although the guests are not many, because they do not want to invite many people.

“Change your clothes,” said the man who had just become her husband.

“Iya,” sahut Anggun went to the bathroom to replace his clothes with sleepwear.

Afterwards, she went out of the bathroom and saw her husband lying on the bed.

“What does Mas' wife know? If Mas is married again,” asked Anggun while applying body lotion arm.

“Iya, very know.” Approaching Anggun and hugging him from behind.

“Oh, is he not angry?” ask again.

“Oh,” said Anggun nodded in understanding.

The man turned Anggun's body to face him, he swallowed the rough saliva after seeing the Graceful cleavage let alone the dense and filled chest.

Without waiting any longer, the man forcibly undressed Anggun, as he was already impatient to do their first night.

The man carried his wife, not even letting go of their support.

On the bed, the man threw all their clothes in any direction.

They did a beautiful night at the famous hotel, which belonged to her husband Anggun.

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In the small village, Fahry decided to sell vegetables around using a motorbike.

Because in the village, very rarely people sell vegetables. Even if there are from neighboring villages that sell.

While Bu Sintya and Icha at home to house cakes for sale and Alhamdulillah the cakes they make are always sold out.

This morning, Icha felt a very unusual nausea even accompanied by dizziness.

“Why with me?” icha gumam.

“What's the darling?” asked Ms. Sintya who had just come out of the room, seeing her daughter look pale.

“Entahlah Ma. Icha's head is very dizzy,” he said massaging his forehead.

“Mual too?” ms. Sintya asked snagat hoping that her daughter was pregnant.

Icha nodded.

“Honey, when did you last come month?” asked Bu Sintya enthusiastically.

Icha thought for a moment.

“Lupa, Ma.”

“If your husband comes, you go to the midwife's place. Who knows, you are pregnant dear.”

Icha fell silent, digesting her mother's speech just now.

Then nodded enthusiastically.

“Iya, Mother. May Allah entrust Icha to take care of him,” he said seeing his stomach still flat.

That afternoon, Fahry had just returned to selling vegetables.

Icha helped her husband bring the leftover vegetables that were still not sold.

“Alhamdullilah, today although there is little left. But, quite a lot sold,” he handed the money to his wife.

“Alhamdulillah Mas. Want to eat?” ask Icha.

“I've eaten Honey, when to RT next door. It turned out that there was an idol and I was forced to come in and eat. Actually I don't want to, but Mr. RT forced me.”

“Pak RT has always been so to you mas, he already considers Mas like his sister.”

“Iya Darling,” sahut Fahry softly.

Three months they were in the village, they were already familiar with the neighbors and the surrounding residents.

Fahry is easy to get along with the citizens, as well as Icha and Bu Sintya.

Not infrequently, Icha brought a neighbor's child into his house, what else he really likes small children.

Even often he brought his neighbor's children secretly into his house, until the mother panicked to look for him.

“What today did you not kidnap Sifa again?” asked Fahry who was very aware of his wife's behavior often brought the neighbor's child into his house.

“Haha. Sifa nap,” sahut Icha.

“Oh, so.”

“But, Mas has to take me to the midwife's place.”

Fahry frowned in wonder.

“Why? Are you sick?” fahry asked worriedly.

Icha nodded.

“My complaints, nausea and dizziness. Even I have not come months during this month,” said Icha.

“Astaghfirullah .. dear. You sick?”

Fahry just noticed his wife's face that looks pale.