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The barrel could only clench its hands tightly. He prayed in his heart that the man would not come to his table. Shame on her husband to meet his ex-client. The barrages get humiliated when that happens.

"O Allah, please do not meet us" Laras said in his heart.

The middle-aged man smiled sweetly, he stepped closer to the Barrel table. Right now he's right near Laras.

"How are you, Babe?" The man named Broto greeted and wanted to touch Laras' cheek, but Al-Ghazali who saw him immediately got up and blocked the man's hand.

"Don't touch my wife!" al-ghazali firmly with a tone of emphasis. The handsome man stared intently at Broto, who stared intently at him. They both look at each other. Broto looked at Al-Ghazali from top to bottom. Fia smiled cynically.

The man immediately withdrew his hand, making Al-Ghazali let go of his check. He chuckled, then looked back at Laras who was now dressed in shar'i.

Ah .. It feels so funny to Broto. Just imagine, women who used to straddle wide in order to get rupiah. Now he has hijrah dressed syar'i.

Ha ha .. cannot be trusted. It's ridiculous for Broto.

"Babe, is he your new client? I mean ... Your client is now not only an entrepreneur, but, also an ustadz? Really? Oh God .. ha ha .. it is not wrong that we live in the end times, because it turns out that an ustadz also likes the contents of the pants of a paid woman!"

Broto said sarcastically, laughing mockingly. Just contact the words of Broto was able to make all visitors in the restaurant that was downstairs immediately divert attention towards them. Surprised to hear Broto's words.

Meanwhile, Laras already Tremor. His hands were trembling, his face was deathly pale. Not out of shame, but, she thought more about her husband's self-esteem that would definitely be smeared, if people knew had a former mistress wife.

Al-Ghazali clenched his hands tightly. He stared at Broto with a sharp look in his eyes, his ears hot hearing the insults coming out of Broto's mouth for his wife.

As much as possible the man refrained from exploding.

"Shut up, Mister. It is the saying that is fine. Malulah with your dress that looks neat with a tie."

Al-Ghazali tried to speak politely. Although the anger in his heart was already very burning. He wanted to punch Briti in the mouth, but he tried to keep his anger in check. That the devil may not succeed in overpowering his body.

Broto who heard Al-Ghazali's reply immediately changed his facial expectations to flat. He felt insinuated by the words of this man before him.

"Be quiet, Young Man. You don't know who you're dealing with, and unfortunately with your clothes that look like a religious expert, but, your behavior is inversely proportional, because dating the cheap pel*cur I once slept with!" reply Broto with his sarcastic words made Al-Ghazali smile thinly.

"You've just confessed that you've been rude, by fucking another woman. You already have a wife and child. Then, you accuse me of sleeping with a pel*cur? Ha ha .. Sir. You're so funny, you just accused me, not proved I slept with a pel*cur. Although, You? You yourself just proved that you have slept with p*lacur. So, who among us should be ashamed of the clothes we wear?"

Al-Ghazali was able to reverse Broto's words, making the man's face reddish, all the visitors who were there smiled slightly. They're all aware that here, Broto is the antagonist.

Broto clenched his hands tightly. He turned towards Al-Ghazali. Looked at the man sharply.

"Remember, young man. If the trash is still rubbish. Dirty and disgusting!"

Broto insulted Laras, he smiled faintly. Al-Ghazali clenched his hands tightly.

"Remember, Sir. Garbage can be recycled, dirty can be cleaned. But a dirty heart cannot be cleansed with anything. Except, with taqwa!" al-ghazali's reply again upset Broto. The old man immediately moved from there. He is very upset with Al-Ghazali who seems not fooled by his words.

Broto get out of there. He put on a flat face. Wrath for sure, however, when wanting to get out of the restaurant. Someone stopped him.

"Sir, you haven't paid!" the restaurant waiter's reprimand made the visitors laugh at Broto.

"Damn," said Broto in his heart.

While Laras and Al-Ghazali also smiled cynically. After Broto's departure, Laras's face looked very moody. He was too embarrassed to face Al-Ghazali.

Laras lowered her head, not daring to look at her husband.

"Ras, it looks like I need vitamins!" al-ghazali's words suddenly startled Laras. He looked at the husband's face no longer.

"For what, Mom? You sick? Lemes or what? Let's buy it now?" asked Laras seriously with a worried look.

"Yes, I'm lemes, so I need vitamins. But, the vitamins are in you!" al-ghazali's reply made Laras frown. She was confused by her husband's answer.

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