Berlianku My wife
148. Must Win

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Still in the cafe.

"One more thing, I really like the mole on your husband's ass" Sinta said with her innocent pretentious face and smiled happily.

Intan knew Alya's face stiffened. Even Alya's eyes glazed over. The first plan worked. So thought Intan.

Actually Ardi had never touched Intan at all. The relationship is limited to kissing and hugging, as their emotional support. It's just that Intan once trapped Ardi when gathering with his friends.

Fortunately, Ardi was a very bad person for alcohol. When he drank not only his uncontrollable wits, his body also collapsed. He's not angry and lustful. But Ardi was vomiting dizzy and fell asleep. His junior didn't work at all.

Because Ardi vomited, Intan took Ardi to the room, changed her clothes and put her to sleep.

When he opened his clothes Intan had seen the back of Ardi's body. There's a birthmark on his ass, on it's not any other part. Not so big but embossed, so that the mark was visible.

So if the pants are a little loose, squat, or shirt is exposed even opened will be visible, let alone clean and white Ardi skin.

On that occasion also Intan made engineering photos. Confessing as if something happened.

But Ardi was also no less intelligent, because at that time they were not alone. Ardi asked for his friend's testimony, Ardi also asked for a hotel cctv. Making sure that night he really fell asleep and really sucked. Intan himself left Ardi because he could not stand the smell of vomit Ardi.

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Alya sighed her getting up from her seat and standing up, hearing Intan Alya's silent speech. Alya looked at Intan boldly then sat down again.

"Oh that? So you are Mba Intan. I just love moles but can't have them. Ah no, no. Not only can you not have it. But I'm sure you won't be able to see it again!" alya replied grimly holding back her regret.

Alya looks very brave and challenges Intan. Even if it all just looks outside. Only Alya knew his feelings.

Lying that Alya does not hurt to hear Intan's words. Alya's heart was burning, her ears seemed to be struck by maghma, very hot. Alya's love makes her jealousy so great.

It felt like Alya wanted to tear and hit the woman in front of him. Thankfully, they did not order drinks. If only he had ordered a drink, maybe Alya's hand reflex will flush the drink to Intan's face.

But now Alya was conscious. Alya faced off against the woman who became her rival. Alya did not want to look weak and lost in front of Intan. Alya has to play beautiful and has to win.

Although I don't know what she will do to her husband later, it's their household business. Only Ardi and Alya can know the disgrace of her household. In front of his enemy Alya must show that they are okay.

Intan tightened her jaw to hear Alya's reply. Then she smiled again not wanting to look pathetic. They both want to show that they are okay.

"Ah yes. We'll see, actually I don't want to see him anymore. But yeah, giamana? It turns out that memories are hard to forget" continued Intan again still pretending to smile. Even though in his heart he was angry.

"It turns out big is also the guts" Inner Intan.

"But unfortunately I don't like living in Mba Intan's memories. You better wake up and take care of your life"

"I am here to worry about you, Lady Alya. Ah yes even your age has not even been three months. Of course you won't believe it. But it is Adahal that I have to tell you. Want me to tell you something?" intan replied again replying with innuendo no less long.

This time Alya was really furious. Can be crazy for a long time to face Intan. He still did not understand what Alya said, even though Alya was clearly not interested in the story. Not wanting her brain to boil, Alya chose to leave.

"Thank you for worrying about me. I can take care of my own life, and I make sure my life will be fine" Alya replied waking up and not listening to Intan anymore.

Alya walked out stomping her feet. Alya searched for a place that Intan did not reach. Alya had walked towards the playground close to the place where the children's madrasah. Her crying broke as well as Alya sat down.

"Hagh... " Alya cried as much as she breathed and held tightness.

Other women may mention parts of her husband's body. Alya herself did not pay attention to that detail.

Though maybe if calculated the length of the day they are married with the frequency of their relationship can be more frequency they are related.

"Did Mas Ardi also do that with Mba Intan? It's disgusting!" alya muttered squeezing the end of her clothes.

How not to be disgusted, if it turns out his favorite thing is a former person. Though Alya whole sealed and only offered to her halal husband.

The education of Bu Mirna is very strict in teaching Alya to take care of herself. Absolutely can't date. Hanging out with men is also very careful.

Alya always wears loose clothes and hijab. Alya was only allowed to focus on school and college.

"Hiks hyks hyks" Alya still continued her crying in the garden. Alya's heart was hurt and betrayed. What kind of man was her husband in her lifetime.

Then people walk in turns. Some cuey, some pity to see Alya. No one knows and cares if the small-bodied woman with a height of 154cm is the mistress of the Gunawijaya family.

A family they admire watching the news. Or the name that appears in the search mentions the name of the conglomerate in his country.

After her breath tightened, her nose was blocked and it felt like it was suffocating. Alya neutralized his thoughts. Dampen his emotions and think calmly. Alya then stroked her stomach. Realizing he's not alone anymore.

Suddenly his stomach was a little tense. Maybe because she was crying too hard, to the point of coughing and tightness.

"Dear sorry Mother, please you are fine yes" Alya muttered inwardly.

Alya wiped her tears. Adjusting his breathing to return to normal. Alya looked around. In the corner of the park there is a drink seller. Then Alya approached the drink seller.

"The mineral water is one" Alya said kindly.

"It's Neng"

"How much Mother?"

"4000 Neng"

"Oh yeah" then Alya handed over the 10-thousand dollars.

"Just come back for me" said Alya when his mother was about to take change.

"Thank You Neng. Neng her eyes are puffy. Neng who was crying as much as you like, huh?"

"Ah yeah, sorry, did you hear that?"

"So some people were gossiping Neng, so I took notice. Nothing to cry out just let it plong. But you have to keep your sanity Neng"

"Yes, Ma'am Thank you"

"Keep the story atuh Neng. To the nearest person. Better yet the same story"

"Thank You Ma"

Alya was silent, gulping down the mineral water in her hands. He looked at the mother. The line of her face began to appear, Alya also remembered her mother.

Alya remembered her mother's message the other day before leaving.

"Home life is not just about husband and wife relationships. It's not just about two people. But your relationship, the relationship tied to the zinc Moho Kuoso, Gusti Alloh.

Yo your relationship should be based on your relationship karo Gusti Alloh. Involve Gusti Alloh in every problem you have"

The steps you take are liked by everyone. The action of your horns and speech must orak mengehe gusti Alloh?

Marriage is for worship. The longest worship in our lives. What was originally haram became a reward.

Insufficient worship is only memorized in theory. But in it will be many problems that come, zinc for you to solve it is not enough with theory.

But, taste, reason, and heart, and of course your attachment to the Moho Gusti.

*Then, take care, guard and guard. Take care of your household.

Dadio wong wedhok sek mar'atus sholikhah.

Must be able to take care of your husband's disgrace, keep his honor, keep his property and his children. You are now the clothes for your husband!"

Grandma there's a problem solved both. With a cold head. The man is obeyed while still in fear. Respectable"

Alya shed her tears again, but this time slowly. He holds the title of doctor, why think he is not better than the seller of drinks.

Why did Alya run to the park and cry alone. Why Alya is not looking for a mosque, take wudzu water, pray and think calmly.

"Thank you, Mom! Which is the nearest mosque?" alya asked politely.

"After Neng's front gas station"

"Oh yes thank you, ma'am"

Alya saw his phone turned out to have entered dzuhur time. Her husband hasn't contacted her yet, which means the meeting isn't over.

Alya to the mosque, take wudzu water and pray dzuhur.

The shadow of a walk and a good meal disappears. Alya had brought her husband's unlimited card. Alya is getting ready to be invited by Doctor Mira.

But in fact, Alya is now alone in the mosque. Just make friends with a bottle of mineral water. Fortunately Ardi's service in the full office. Provide plenty of food until Alya is full.

Although there is bitterness to imagine Alya sharing birds with others. Alya realizes she's Ardi's legal wife. He can't lose. Alya had to make sure to her husband.

"Is there a mole? On which side? Why don't I know? What kind of wife am I? Why would another woman know! Ish"

Alya wants to prove the word Intan. But it's not Alya's fault that Alya doesn't know.

Ardi is always leading the game. Lian was only given the opportunity to brim away enjoying every touch of her husband. Where could Lian notice that little thing.

Unlike Intan who only once had a chance to see Ardi. That's all Ardi didn't realize, so it's very detailed.

Not long after Ardi called Alya. Ask the news and its existence. Then fetch him.

"What are you doing here?" tanya Ardi was astonished because picking up Alya at the mosque was not a mall or cafe.

"Dad" replied Lian grudgingly.

Lian still wants to make up with her husband, but it hurts to imagine Ardi putting things that Lian likes into other people's places.

"Where's mira?" asked Ardi again to give a glance.

"It's important that Lian survives!" lian replied a little emotionally.

"Yes yes. Let's go home, don't rent it!" ardi said to take Alya home.

They got in the car. Alya silently swallowed her saliva staring at the window.

"Doctor Mira why? Did I tell Mas Ardi? Ah there I was punished. There I was scolded. Let me find out for myself. If I tell you later I won't be able to come out again"

"Yang" call Ardi to see Alya daydreaming.

"Hemm" Alya answered feeling very lazy to talk to her husband.

"Why are you?" ask Ardi worried.

"Nothing" Alya briefly replied still lazily speaking.

"You're a crybaby?" asked Ardi again saw something different with the shape of his wife's eyes

"No!" alya replied a little.

"Oh okay!" replied Ardi nodded but still glanced at his wife.

After eating with a client, Ardi leaves with Dino and Arlan. So Ardi and Alya kept the attitude and the chatter. They do not want to look bad in front of others.

"We're going to the office or dropping off Mrs?" ask Arlan.

"Where are you, baby? There is still work. Want to come back or go home?" ask Ardi again gently.

"Back home!" alya ketus replied.

Ardi swallowed his saliva growing suspicious. What's wrong with his wife, why is his mood so different. This morning was very aggressive. Now why keep pushing?

"Okay Madam" replied Arlan nodding.

The three of them drive Lian home to Mr. Aryo. At the house Mia and Ida had already greeted Alya cheerfully.

"Rest, sleep and eat well" Ardi said gently and stroked Alya's head as she ushered in.

Alya was silent, it felt uncomfortable to touch her husband. Alya tried to keep her body away from her husband. Not answering yes or no. His face is still bent.

Ardi was a little offended and wanted to ask. Because Dino and Arlan have been waiting for, Ardi chose to give up. Then say goodbye.

"Just work again!"

"Yes" Lian replied briefly letting her husband go.

Mia and Ida smilingly nodded to Alya. Hinted at wanting to chat, but Alya was very tired and tired. Alya chose to go into the room.

One by one Alya's clothes, Alya undone. Alya chose to wear a short home-made negligee.

"Ah nya" muttered Alya breaking down, enjoying all the luxuries of her husband's room.

But suddenly his hands clenched back. Intan's words back up.

"No-no. He was just my husband. Just masalalu" muttered Alya again remembering Intan. But why does it feel so cramped.

"Yakin Alya, sure! Ardi has forgotten him. Mas Ardi is mine! Mine!" alya muttered again on the pillow.

"Is it really all that Mba Intan said? Did I ask Mas Ardi?"

"Ah but I don't want to be punished and locked up in the room continues"

Alya was silent again. If it turns out that Ardi has done that. Alya could hear it. But where does Intan know such a small thing.

What was her husband like.

"Did I ask Mia and Ida?"

Then Alya went down looking for Ida and Mia to the kitchen. Confidently put on a negligee and let her hair unravel.

"Rba Ida... Mba Mia" call Alya to find her confiding friend.