DESTINY OF JAMILA
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Next day.

Mila who had just slept after 3am was startled by the sound of a skillet falling from the kitchen. He woke up and hurried down from the bed. She was also astonished, Because her daughter Salsa was not in bed anymore.

He rushed to the kitchen.

"eehh... Adek is awake. Sorry, this cauldron fell accidentally from my hands deck!" irfan said with his innocent face.

"Mom, I want to cook some special fried rice!" timpal the princess with her cherry. The little girl was now busy helping Irfan slice the onion.

Mila with her pillow face ignored Irfan and Salsa who were seen cooking the omelet and fried rice. The woman also went into the bathroom.

After finishing the shower Mila gets ready to go to work. He had many hours of lessons today.

"Dec, breakfast first!" bargain soft Irfan, when he saw Mila take shoes from Gak who was near the kitchen. He passed the dinner table, and his daughter Salsa was having breakfast. Irfan looks clean in the kitchen.

Two weeks later he left the house. The house is messy and dirty. And today her husband is good at taking heart. Kinclong return home. It does not take long to clean their house, because their house is small which is only 6x6 meters.

"I'm late. I only have breakfast at school!" His voice was fast, without turning to Irfan who had been staring at him continuously with a sparkling face.

"Little deck, don't you always say my fried rice is delicious!" irfan said with his sweet mouth.

"It used to be, even now it probably tastes like bile!" sahut his lazy, he dragged his feet leaving Irfan in the kitchen. And Irfan caught up with him. "Working mom, baby. You're going to school with Dad!" Mila kissed her cheek Salsa who was enjoying her breakfast at the dinner table.

"Yes ma!" Salsa with spirit. He was happy, because he could get together with his parents.

Irfan followed Mila to the porch. "What time are you home today deck?" ask her when Mila wears the helmet.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon!" reply Mila quickly. "I'll go to Mahmud's house later, give me this bike back!" Mila looked at the motorbike she was riding

"Oowww.. Yes, dear, I'll take you to Mr. Mahmud's house."

"No, I can ride a pedicab!" reply Mila quickly. He also tancap gas, when his hand Irfan stuck out to be crucified. Finally Irfan's hand clenched in the air, because Mila did not welcome him.

***

Arriving at school, Mila is late. Not the morning apple. And as always, since the case he experienced. He is the center of attention at the school now. Every day, the teachers who are kepo will ask about the problems of the household.

Not a few who give input, so that he forgives Irfan. And back to building the household. Because they already have children. And there are also some teachers who advise that he ask for divorce from Irfan because the husband who dared to cheat if forgiven then, he will make that mistake again.

Mila had thickened her ears over the gossip of some Master. So sometimes he chooses to stay in class when the break time arrives. This time he went to Salamah. Her neighbor is Mila

"Mila, are you better with Irfan?" asked Salamah who was standing in front of him

"Yes mom!" Quickly answer.

"Jeez Mila, why are you so stupid!" Miss Salamah seems upset to know Mila is back with Irfan.

"Yes mom, I'm stupid." Reply Mila lazily. He was again busy with his work of correcting student assignments.

"You and her husband Irene are both stupid. Heard that her husband Irene also forgave his wife for cheating on you with your husband Irfan!" Clearly, Mrs Salamah was enthusiastic. It is very fun to worship.

"Come on, ma'am, I think this is what's best for me. May Mas Irfan change better after this incident!" Answer Mila seseku.

Actually if asked his deepest little heart. She did not want to go back to Irfan at all, preferring to be a widow, raising her own son. But Salsa still needs a father figure. Moreover, Irfan looks very fond of his son. So here Mila made her decision. Let him sacrifice his feelings as long as his son is happy. Especially after the completion of the prayer istikhorah, his heart was sure to receive Irfan back.

"Geez, you're airy right on Mila's chest. Such a fatal mistake you forgive. Where is your problem already known by all Indonesian citizens!" said Bu Salamah with her face staring at Mila who looked relaxed.

Yes, the quarrel between Mila and her husband two weeks ago was viral on social media. Because someone uploaded the quarrel. But, the video was immediately dismissed. Because Irfan threatened to report the person who spread the video of his quarrel with Mila.

"Yes mom. Yes, ma'am. I'm going to the office!" Mila got up from her seat. It's sorted out LKS kids. He will continue to correct the task of the office child only. Regarding he will be crammed with many questions about he who has returned home to Irfan, he is ready to give answers to coworkers who are concerned about his household problems.

"Geez Mila, you are strong!" Said Bu Gentle Salamah. He realized, his attitude would hurt and create a burden in his heart Mila.

Arriving at the office, sure. The news that he is home with Ifan is known to the teachers. But, it looks like the teachers are reluctant to discuss the problem. And that's enough to calm Mila down. Only Ms. Salamah meddles in other people's affairs. Mila was finally able to return to work quietly.

At 15:00 Wib. When he was going home to Mr. Mahmud, Mila's motorbike was intercepted by Irene, cheating on her husband. It felt as if her chest was rumbling violently as Irene saw him. He was hit by Irene in the middle of a fairly quiet road. Kepo once was this one actor. He felt like a victim. Even though he cheated

"Mil, we need to talk!" Irene was holding Mila's motor steering

Ciieehhh

Mila stared lazily at Irene. This was the second time Irene had challenged him.

"Oowww.. Feel great you are yes, because you and Brother Irfan are united again."

Mila kept Irene's hand off her motorbike steering in regret. That offended Irene.

"You have to pay Irfan's debt to me. He owes me a lot. Do you know that?" Irene asked with her glaring eyes!