Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 73

“Hahaha ..”

The sound of laughter echoed in one of Aditya's rooms, he laughed happily let alone hearing the news if Mr. Heri had an accident.

“I told you! Don't ever play games with me! hahaha ..”.

“Huft .. You don't know who you're dealing with. You humiliated me in public at that time, making my business go down. I think this is a worthy reply!” sneaky grin.

“Sorry Icha, I have to get rid of the person who blocked our marriage that time.”

“In the near future we will be together, Honey,” he said staring at a photo of Icha on his phone screen.

Geck!

Geck!

Chequek!

“Papa,” call the little boy

“Iya, Darling. Where are you from?” ask Aditya to his son.

“Toys, same Mama.”

“Mas, why are you so cold now? I should be the one who is angry! Why are you even angry?!” exclaimed wife.

Because since the incident a few months ago, Aditya's attitude towards her instantly turned cold. It even turned rough.

“You want to marry a girl and you lie if you already have a family. What's my fault with you, Mas? Hiks ... have you Mas!” sentak.

Aditya did not care what his wife said, he was busy feeding his son the citrus fruit he peeled.

His wife stomped her feet and passed from the room.

Aditya could only sigh harshly.

“Aa ..” His son opened his mouth again, seeing Aditya stop bribing him.

“This, Darling.” Back to feed his son who was so greedy to eat his favorite citrus fruit.

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After dawn prayers, Icha helped her mother in the kitchen to make cakes for sale.

Fahry had gone to the market, to choose fresh vegetables and fish to sell back in the village.

“Assalamualaikum, Bu.”

“Waalaikumsalam, Fahry. How about afternoon?” ask the fishmonger Fahry.

“Haha Yes Mom. The motor is a little fussy,” said.

“Hopefully many of his sustenance, so as to buy new motor.”

“Aamiin .. thanks for the prayer.”

“This is your order I've separated, still fresh all. I thought you didn't sell today,” said the fishmonger's mother, handing over a bag of fresh fish.

“Mum's Sales, how much is Bu.”

“Nothing Fahry, pay tomorrow-tomorrow also mom is not angry,” said the mother because she saw Fahry who always paid in full never owed her.

“Do Not Ma. Everything I've counted, I don't want to owe. If I die suddenly, pity my wife who bears.”

“Okay, Fahry! You're talking about death. I believe in you, you are an honest man.”

“Iya, Mom. Thank you for trusting me,” said Fahry softly.

Fahry hands the money to the fishmonger's mother and Fahry always gives more money to the mother.

“Fahry, the money you give is always more. Wait a minute, I'll take more.”

“No need Bu, just save it for snack the little one.”

“Alhamdulillah, thank you Fahry.”

“Sama-sama Ma'am, I say goodbye first Ma'am. Assalamualaikum ..” by Fahry.

“Waalaikumsalam .. may the bestselling sweet Fahry.”

“Aamiin ..” sahut.

After taking the fish he had ordered, Fahry looked for vegetables with the others.

Suddenly someone hit him from behind.

Bruk !

The fish Fahry brought fell to the ground.

“Aduh, Sorry Sir. I accidentally, I helped ya,” said the woman.

“Nothing Ma'am. No need Mbak, thank you in advance.”

“Nothing,” he said a little forcefully.

“Astaghfirullah ..”

Fahry immediately shifted his eyes.

“Sorry, Ma'am. Excuse me,” He said.

Fahry wanted to get away from that place, there were even some fish left behind.

“Please ... please ..!” yelled the woman.

Fahry frowned in wonder, why the woman in front of him was shouting for help.

“Woy, what is this?” ask the men in the market.

“He wants to harass me!” pointed at Fahry with a cry he made.

“Sorry, Ma'am. I never did that horrible thing! Why are you accusing me?!” sentak Fahry did not accept the woman's accusation.

“Hey, young man. How dare you want to harass the woman in this village! You new people have dared to harass women!” snapped one of the men pulled on his collar.

“This is slander sir. Don't accuse without proof!” exclaim Fahry.

“Women are liars!” shouted one of the fishmongers.

Everyone looked at him.

“I saw with my own eyes, this woman accidentally hit Fahry.” He pointed at the woman while looking at her sharply.

“Heh! Itchy woman! You don't think I saw what you did, huh? You want me to teach you a lesson if you don't confess!” showing a small club in his hand, he usually used it to hit the head of a living fish

The woman looked a little scared and looked down.

“Wulan, answer honestly. Is it true this man harassed you.” Ask the guy who still pulls Fahry's collar.

Wulan shook her head.

Slowly the man lowered his hands on Fahry's collar.

“Basic of this woman, make it a shame!” yells.

“Sorry, Sir. We have misunderstood you,” said the man felt guilty.

“Huhhuuu ..” shouted the other traders on Wulan.

Embarrassed at the screams of the merchants, Wulan ran from the place.

Wulan is one of the traders from the market place, she is known as the widow of the centile in the village because of her behavior that is indeed centile on men.

“Already, already,” said Fahry and the fishmonger mother who helped him, to disperse the traders who had gathered.

“Mother, thank you for helping me. May Allah repay the kindness of Mother.”

“Same-sama Fahry. It also teaches the woman a lesson, because I saw that woman who hit you. I only testified because Fahry was innocent.”

Fahry smiled at the words of the fishmonger's mother who was Fahry's subscription for almost three months.

“Once again I thank you, Bu.”

“Don't thank me, Fahry. It's my job to help my fellow humans.”

Fahry nodded back.

After that, Fahry returned to say goodbye to the fishmonger's mother.

Fahry went back to shopping for other necessities, such as vegetables for him to resell.

Fahry had almost misfortune today, because the incident took his time to shop.

While at home, Icha sat on the porch of her house while waiting for her husband to come.

“Kok, Mas Fahry hasn't come home from the market?” he murmured in the heart.

Every time he came home from the market, Fahry always stopped by the house to pick up a cake made by his mother and himself to sell.

However, it was past the hour as usual her husband had not come home.

“Mbak Icha,” call his mother Sifa bring her already beautiful daughter.

“Had, very anxious same ribbon in her hair. Here dear,” she said seeing Sifa smiling seeing Icha talking.

Icha took Sifa and repeatedly kissed her puffer cheek.

“Such a beauty of this me, where the hell is this beautiful?” I asked the eight-month-old baby.

“Mau buy vegetable Mbak Icha,” sahut his mother.

“Your husband is not here yet, Icha?” ask Sifa's mother.

“Not yet, Mbak. Maybe in a minute,” said.

“Kok tumben this hour has not come yet? Your husband is very handsome, you have to be careful Icha.”

“Be careful why Mbak?” ask Icha curious.