Derana Wasted Wife
DERANA CHAPTER 22

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The sky was brightened by the smile of the goddess of the night when the pickup car carrying Hastungkara arrived in the city of Jogja. It is the birthplace of Hastungkara and Rafa-kakungnya.

Impatiently, Hastungkara got out of the car and then walked with wide steps toward his father and his mother, Zaenal and Nofia.

"Dad, Mother-" Hastungkara shouted and rushed into the arms of his parents.

"Rara dear - -" Both Hastungkara-Zaenal and Nofia's parents return their daughter's arms. The two then rained down on the head of Hastungkara while pouring out love.

Hastungkara's liver warms. He was so grateful to have parents who loved him so much. Different from his best friend today. Due to the influence of the witchcraft or subjugation exhaled by the Atmajaya family, Derana's parents lost their original compassionate identity.

Nofia breaks a hug and guides her daughter into the house followed by Zaenal.

"Rara baby, clean your body first! Mother will prepare dinner for you," Nofia said with a soft-sounding voice.

Hastungkara nodded obediently and fulfilled the order of his mother.

Finished cleaning the body, Hastungkara landed the body weight on the sofa and enjoyed a dinner that had been prepared by the mother.

Suddenly Hastungkara was plagued with a bad feeling that made his feelings unsettled so that the food he enjoyed at this time felt bland.

The silhouettes of Zain and Derana danced in the eye peluk. Zain smiled and waved, while Derana seemed to cry and ask for help.

"O Allah, take care and protect them both, my future priest and my friend," said Hastungkara.

"Rara baby, can we come in?" The knocking of the door and the soft sound that disturbed the sense of hearing broke the seagrass glass.

Hastungkara turned his head towards the origin of the voice and published a smile accompanied by a nod.

"Of course you can, Bund."

Nofia smiled and walked over to her daughter, followed by Zaenal. Then they landed the weights on the sofa, flanking Hastungkara.

"You say, there is something you want to tell Father and Mother, Ra. Actually, what do you want to say, honey?" Nofia let out a question and stroked her daughter's rikma.

Hastungkara let out a long sigh and momentarily fell silent. He seemed nervous and hesitant to convey Zain's sacred intentions. "Father, Mother, us-tadz Zain intends to abuse Rara. He wants to make Rara a halal lover soon."

Zaenal and Nofia threw smiles at each other. Actually, they already know what Hastungkara wants to say. Because before leaving for Cairo, Rafa-their sons told about many things, not least about Zain's intention to immediately preach and make Hastungkara as a halal lover.

"When, Zain will come home to preach you, Ra?” tanya is spoken by Zaenal while looking fixed on the face of his daughter ayu.

“Kata ustadz Zain, insya Allah .. he will come to our house one more week, Yah.”

Hastungkara nodded steadily accompanied by a raised smile. “I'm sure, Bund. For what will be my future priest is a man whom I have admired and loved with all my heart. And his piety is beyond doubt. God willing, ustadz Zain is the best priest for Rara,” he replied without hesitation.

“As parents, Father and Mother can only give you blessing. If you and Zain are already equally sure to marry, Father and Mother will not hinder your intentions,” said Zaenal then extended his hand gently rubbed the head of Hastungkara-his beloved daughter.

Netra Hastungkara sparkled when he heard the words that were spoken from the lips of the father. He was very happy because he had received the blessing of his parents.

Their conversation continues. It's not just about Zain that they're talking about. But also about the village of Widow.

Zaenal and Nofia were concerned. Because in the village there is still the matchmaking of underage girls.

Although they are still 14 years old, but have been married to men who are more mature. There are even those who are married to men who deserve to be their father or grandfather.

The girls were married at a very young age in order to reduce the burden on the family. In addition, their parents want to show everyone that their daughter is already selling.

Nofia interrupted because the time machine attached to the wall had pointed at the number 12 nights. Her husband and daughter are still talking.

“It's late at night. Better, Dad and Rara go to bed soon. Tomorrow morning, Dad ‘kan have to work. Rara also started going to college.”

“Alright my dear Bunda. Rara understood, actually Mommy only gave the code ‘kan? Friday night, it's time for Daddy and Mommy to make twin cake dough.” Hastungkara said by raising his eyebrows while teasing the mother.

“Rara if you like correctly yes Bund?” Zaenal also chimed in.

The red hue was clearly imprinted on Nofia's face. Without saying a word, the middle-aged woman got up from the sofa and rushed to bring her body out of Hastungkara's room with her face down.

“Ehem, follow mommy Yah!” cetus Hastungkara and Zaenal replied with a nod.

And what should happen on Friday night. The 5.9 magnitude quake shook the king-size bed accompanied by love tones that flowed melodiously from the lips of lovers, Zaenal and Nofia.

While his parents were sinking into the asmaraloka, Hastungkara stood leaning against the window frame while looking at the constellations.

The net is glazed when the silhouette of Zain and Derana is back.

In his mind he ceaselessly recited the istighfar and made a plea to the Most Grasping God of Life.

O Allah, I take refuge in You from all evil that is hidden at night and that comes out by day. Or, who hides during the day and goes out at night ....

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