
July looked at her husband who was so concerned about treasure.
“Pa! Mama does not care about all that, if it must be out of business, mama is ready to accompany papa to build our business again, after all, mama still has gold deposits, and so on, savings and branded goods that can be resold,” explained July.
“Mama! All that is not enough! After all, Kissky is not our flesh and blood, still grateful Basuki would accept him as a daughter-in-law, when he found out, Kissky was just an adopted child.”
Without Ahmad realizing his words had hurt July's heart.
“Papa, you have the heart of him, his marriage you made as a business land, in the past you loved him very much.”
“Until now, precisely because I love him so much, so I married him to Zanjiil, a wealthy family, until 14 descendants also his property will not run out, in marriage, he said, quarrels are the flowers of travel in the story of their household,” Ahmad explained.
“Reason, just say papa doesn't care about him anymore, in your heart there's only money, and because of your indebtedness, you can't afford to make a sound on that Basuki Rabbani you're afraid of! If you don't want to pick him up tomorrow, let me go there myself!” An upset July pulls the blanket to sleep.
Can't let this go, it's fucked up when July gets there, I gotta call Kissky! I do not want, if what I have built hard, broken apart in an instant.
He waited until July fell asleep. At 23:00, Ahmad slowly came down from the bed.
Next he went out of the room quietly to his study.
After arriving, Ahmad immediately dialed Kissky's number.
📲 “Halo son, how are you?” Ahmadis.
📲 “Halo pa, good news, how about papa?” Kisskiy.
📲 “Alhamdulillah, papa is also good. Papa heard from your mama, about your problems and Zanjiil,” Ahmad.
📲 “Iya pa, I can return pa?” Kisskiy.
📲 “Son, do not ever have in your heart to separate from your husband, after all the Zanjiil family has helped us a lot, if you go home what else until divorce, anyway, then your in-law Basuki will take his shares from our company, and cut the cooperation that has been established so far, we will go out of business if it happens, and... please help us parents who have been taking care of you all this time, after all there must be a reason why Zanjiil is angry with you, try to tell papa, what caused Zanjiil to hurt you,” Ahmad.
Kissky who felt it impossible to say the real thing chose silence, because of course he would be blamed, if he said Zanjiil was jealous of other men.
📲 “Not a big problem kok pa, if you think so, Kissky will stay here,” Kissky.
Kissky, who owed material and affection to her adoptive parents, was forced to abandon her intention to divorce.
📲 “Iya pa,” Kissky.
📲 “Ya already then, later if there is free time, papa and mama will visit there,” Ahmad.
📲 “Good pa, Kissky wait,” Kissky.
📲 “Ya already, papa close yes son,” Ahmad.
📲 “Iya pa,” Kissky.
After the phone connection was cut off, Kissky leaned his head against the back of the bed.
I have to be mentally strong, if I'm ever going to be with Zanjiil, inner Kissky. He was tired, deciding to go to sleep.
At 02:00 in the morning, Zanjiil entered Kissky's room.
“I think not yet asleep.” he who is still in the wrack of guilt approaches Kissky's bed.
He gasped when he saw his wife's very swollen eyes.
“Pity you.” he went up to the bed, and lay down his body next to Kissky who was snoring.
She smiled, as she felt funny about Kissky.
Slowly he moved Kissky's head into his arm. Zanjiil, who objected to Kissky's snoring, squeezed his wife's nose.
Kissky is like a coma if you fall asleep unaware that Zanjiil has been working on him.
“Danger also if there is an earthquake, you may be flabbergasted Huwl! Especially if there is a bad person like me beside you at this time.” Then Zanjiil hugged Kissky, giving a kiss on his wife's forehead.
“Kerjain pen now, but where exciting fuck with the undead.” The sleepy Zanjiil decided to sleep in Kissky's room that night.
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