FORCED CHEATING
187CIRCUMBRITY GARAGES
After Via's return from the hospital, Mirza became more protective of the condition of his wife and child in the Via's womb. Everything that could possibly make his wife tired was very much avoided, he avoided, including about nganu. Yes, that's it. Understand what that means? 🤭🤭 Mirza never forced despite being very eager to do so. Like this afternoon when he only saw his wife lying on a carpet of soft central space, Mirza smiled meaningfully at the wife.
“Mas why, why smile so?” Ask Via who's been watching Sponge Bob on TV.
“Ah, no dear papa.” Mirza slumped next to his wife. Baby doll limited to the knee worn Via looks exposed to the top makes his smooth thighs plastered in front of Mirza. The view of the man who had been a few days without hesitation sparkled hungry to see it, his mind automatically gave a signal to all his nerve cells to take the initiative to take aggressive action. “Sayang ..” Lirih Mirza while stroking his wife's thigh with a throbbing heart.
“Emh ..” Sahut Via alakadarnya, his eyes are still focused on the TV screen that is presenting the scene of the starving Patrick Star coming to the Krusty Krab to order food. Soon Sponge Bob brought a special Craby Patty to his best friend. Patrick Star's eyes immediately sparkled happily with saliva pouring to welcome his favorite food.
“Em, it looks good ..” Mumbled Via ngeliatin Patrick was chewing his Craby Patty, but is it just a cartoon yak?😅😅
Mirza who is on the spirit immediately heard the word ‘enak’ spoken by his wife. “You want Dear?” Whisper Mirza with her hands slightly raised the lower negligee of his wife.
“Mau Mas.”
“Now?” The breath of Mirza memgendus fragrant typical of the wife even closer.
“He em.” Via nodded.
Mirza gently pulled his wife's shoulder to face, looking at her bead with love. “Mas also want very, dear.” Without wasting time she immediately melu**t lips soft Via with her hands creeping into the groin area, just contact Via surprised and push her husband who was on fire it.
“Mas? Want to do?” Via is aware of the actions of the husband.
“She said she wanted to?” Mirza with a plain look. "Mas also want, we have not nganu how many days ..”
Via sontak eyes. “Yeah, my dear husband. I mean I just wanted a Kraby Patty kayak that Patrik ate, Mas ..” Via chews both cheeks her husband is anxious. (Well, renting at ngerti don't you? 😂😂)
Mirza smiled wryly while scratching her eyebrows. “ Kirain ..”
Via yag basically could not bear to look at her husband full of pity. She understood very well, her husband was a real man who of course needed to channel his desire for maleness after a few days was not nervous in order to avoid being exhausted.
“Mas ...?” Lirih.
“Hem.” Mirza pretended to be busy with the TV remote in her hand.
“Mas, face here dong.” Via pulled her husband's arm. “Mas angry huh?”
“Mas no papa, Darling.” Mirza tried to smile. “Mafin Mas yes, this is because your thighs are very tempting. Mas so direct laper deh.” Mirza said honestly.
“Ish! Do you think my thighs are like chicken thighs? Just looked at aja lansung make laper?” Cebik.
“Ya his name is also people again keingin ....?”
“Mas has been like Ipin and Upin aja always lust if you look at the thigh.”
“Haish! They are still children dear, not old enough to eat thighs?” Cut Mirza.
“Fried chicken thigh means, Mas ..” Via. “People haven't finished playing! Is that right if his mind keeps going?”
Mirza did not say, he pretended to be busy again with his remote change chanel as if looking for the right show, even though no one wanted to watch it.
“Mas?” Via sideways facing the husband. His spring fingers crept into the chest of Mirza's field. “I also want from yesterday, but I'm ashamed to say.” The great-grandson of Via then drowned her face in the armpits of the husband.
Mirza's attention reflexes were diverted. “Try saying one more time, Darling. What did you say just now?” Mirza pulled his wife's shoulder but Via kekeh hid his face.
“No, I'm ashamed Mas ..”
“Kalo shy break, Darling. Would you like to remake more delicious?”
“Mas ..!!” Via rose up to lift her face while giving a pinch on her husband's waist.
But instead of screaming in pain as usual, Mirza this time even terbahak made. Via's face that met with red made him anxious and his love increased manifold. Immediately he rose to sit before his wife and grabbed her soft chin of his beloved woman. “You don't have to be ashamed, honey. We are husband and wife. After all, for a wife who ‘requests’ first to her husband, she will get the great mercy of God.”
“Totally Mas?”
“Iya, Darling.”
“Yes, let's go to Mas.”'s room
“Wah, my wife is already impatient, directly ngajakin to kamaraja.” Temptation Mirza that makes Via blush more.
“But slowly yes, Mas?”
“Sweetie, you are calm. They will do it very carefully. Anyway we finished abis maghrib deh!”
“Ihh, Mas nih what the hell?” The deadly pinch was again landed Via to the waist of her husband.
“It's a pity, ayok Mas carry you to the room.” Mirza also swiftly carried the wife ala bridal style and stepped mighty towards the room.
The windows and shafts are closed immediately, the AC is turned on. Mirza smiled at the lip of the bed stroking the wife's cheek. “You are so beautiful, dear. It is the kindness of your heart that makes you look beautiful in your eyes. I'm lucky to have you.” Mirza drew her face closer slowly, their loving gaze clashing. Via closed her eyes when her husband's soft lips touched her neck.
Tung ting!
The sound of bells.
“Mas? I think there are guests.” Via cupped her husband's cheeks.
“Yes Allah, just now your servant wants to start worship with his wife why should there be interference?” Disappointed mirza.
Tung ting!
I heard the bell from the front door.
“Mas, try to see first. Who knows if the guest is important?”
“Awas if it wasn't important! Mas sambit pake flip-flops!” With a face of resentment finally Mirza got up and was forced to hold back the waves of her already very passionate desire, Via just smiled looking at her.
“Excuse me, this is Mas Mirza's house?” A man asked as soon as Mirza opened the front door.
“Iya, really. What's up?” Mirza was astonished because she did not feel she knew the man in front of her.
“I want to deliver parcels from Pak Haji Barkah.” Said the man who then called his friend who was on top of the pick up car.
“Haji Baka?” Mirza muttered, her gaze fixed on the enormous parcel that was being carried by another man towards her.
“Iya, please accept yes, Mas. This is in gratitude to Mr. Haji for the kindness of Mas and the family who have helped deliver Ms. Denaya.” Show the first man.
“Oh..., so it is..” Mirza.
“This is where I put it, Mas? Let me bring you?” Ask the second man who looks heavy carrying a super complete parcel of the contents.
“Oh, take it to Dalem. Please taroh in living room yes.” Mirza gave way to enter. “Wah, thank you. Pake bothers all Pak Haji it.” Mirza smiled broadly, not expecting to get such a thank you from the very generous Pak Haji.
“Oh yes, Mas Jaka and Mbak Denaya also send greetings to Mas Mirza and wife.” Say that guy again.
“Wa aleikumussalam's. Give our greetings to them, Mom. And of course thank you to Mr. Haji for this briefing.”
The man nodded with a smile. “Oya, all I want to ask the house of Mr. Hadi and Mr. Firman. We were also told to take the parcels there.”
“Oh... want to go to Pak Hadi with the same Word also yes?” Mirza saw on top of the pick up car also there are still two super large and tall gift parcels towering like a Christmas tree exactly like her briefcase just now. Mirza then directed the location plan to the house of Pak Hadi and Firman. Once enough was felt, the two men were also saying goodbye.
“Mas Chico ...!” Call someone from outside the fence to Mirza who is still standing on the terrace.
“Yeah! Him again!” Mirza stared horror at the owner of the voice waving his hands outside the fence. Who else wouldn't be Bujel. Without wasting any time, Mirza immediately turned her steps and closed the door.
“Ih, Mas Chico really cool anyway? Same with me!” Upset Bujel, then his attention was on two delivery men who were still chatting in front of the car before leaving. “Eh, a kind-hearted and not arrogant Mas-Mas, if I am the most beautiful manjalita can ask, to be taken where such parcels are and in what order do you distribute them?” Ask Bujel with his centile style as usual.
The two men looked at each other, although they were astonished by the presence of the maximum astral figure but they told the truth as well. Red lips chili Bujel rounded to form the thunder O after listening to the explanation of the parcel introductory.His heart is satisfied, one important info got.
Meanwhile in the room Via asked who the guest had come to.
“Let's aja mas storyain, darling. Now we continue that earlier yes.” Mirza immediately opened the shirt attached to her athletic body. “Mas undress you also yes.”
Via simply nodded letting Mirza strip off one by one the cloth covering her beautiful body. Between her coldness and shame, Via covered her chest area with her left hand while her right hand grabbed a blanket to cover her entire body that had been exposed before the hungry eyes of her husband.
“Do not cover, Dear.” Mirza pulled the blanket.
“Too Mas.”
“Shame yes, hm?” Mirza deliberately smiled seductively then immediately entered the blanket, their skin touching each other. Mirza started again from the neckline of the wife. Via also appears to receive small touches that make it bristling.
BLOTOK .. BLOCK .. TOK!
BLOTOK .. BLOCK .. TOK!
Mirza's phone on the nightstand reads making their activities pause.
“Phone Mas.” Via lifted her husband's face from her chest.
BLOTOK .. BLOCK .. TOK!
BLOTOK .. BLOCK .. TOK!
The sound of Miza's cell phone is rampant unforgiving.
“Thank you first Mas.”
“Huh! Who the hell? There's a problem!” mirza's hand reached her net on the nightstand. “Yeah! What do you want to do with people?” Dengus Mirza knew that the one who called him was Om Jaka.
“Halo!”
“Hai, Za! What else are you doing? Ketus very? Have you not sent a parcel from me? Eeh..., from my in-laws means?” Cerocos Om Jaka across the street.
“Udah!”
“But! That's the answer! Say thanks cake or something.”
“Iya, thanks!”
“Why the hell, boy? Do you take the jinn padang? So much for me?” Om Jaka was surprised because Mirza was very irrit talking about it.
“Ya abis Om just disturbin. Afternoon call just for nanyain nyampe parcel delivery what not? Ntar also if I have finished I am Wa Om Jaka!” Annoyed Mirza.
“Udah done what does that mean? Why are you again doing daylight like this?” Om Jaka was curious.
Mirza was shocked by herself because she was almost lost. “Emh, no. .. no longer anything. This ... me again, anu .. what is it .. again want nyiram taneman.” Mirza was confused herself to answer what.
“Nyiram taneman? Gini in the afternoon?” Om Jaka was astonished. “Don't lie to you!”
“Hiy! Said not believe!” Mirza.
Om Jak then chuckled. “Gue video call now yes..?” Ledek Om Jaka's.
“Ee, no! Why use video calls? No need!”
“Yes I want to know you really nyiram taneman what not?” Om Jaka still laughs keeps teasing Mirza.
“Udah ah, no use ngeladenin Om. Basic perp! Bye!” Mirza immediately turned off the connection and turned off the phone, not forgetting the Via phone as well. “Ayok Darling, we continue ..” Mirza said after making sure there will no longer be interference that will delay the action.
“Iya, Mas. I am also impatient ..” Via whispers in Mrza's ears are ready to make her husband was immediately on back.
merely;
Whoever a wife offers herself to her husband willingly, God forbids her from the fires of hell. And whosoever a wife enters with her husband in a blanket then the angel from under ‘Arsy calls him, “began first by you then Allah will forgive your sins that have past and future. Wallahu a’lam (Uqudul Lujain Book Shaykh Nawawi Albatani)
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Naah, so buibu do not be embarrassed ya ask first on the husband sir 🤭🤭 eits, this is just for those who already have an official partner you know. The unofficial, don’t try this anywhere! 😆😆
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Riri got off her pick-up car with a tired face after she finished delivering the catering to Denaya's house. When stepping on the stairs of his house terrace his legs slipped, almost he fell if Toni who walked behind him did not immediately pull his arm.
“Be careful, Neng.” Said Toni, their distance is very close with both eyes staring at each other.
“Emh, already piled do not call Neng.” Riri was a bit nervous and immediately stood up to fix her position.
“Oh yes, Sorry.” Toni's sweet smile adorned her face. “You don't papa Neng's feet? Uh, Riri.. he means.” Roni is still not used to it.
“No papa kok.” Riri smiled back. The two of them danced at each other without knowing what to do again, an awkward atmosphere suddenly encompassing both. The moment was caught by Bu Harni who happened to pass in the living room.
“Ri! Have you gone home?” Miss Harni's approaching.
Riri immediately shifted her focus to the mother. “Udah Mom, it's all done kok.”
Bu Harni looked at Toni who was still standing beside Riri. “Keep you still here Ton?”
“Eh, yes this is also I would like to excuse home kok Bu.” Toni Sahut. “Neng..., Eh wrong again.” Tony patted his own mouth. “Ri, I go home first if there is nothing to do anymore? Sorry for the habit of calling my sister Neng because.”
Riri just nodded with a smile.
“Ya already flick there home, I also want to go to his thanksgiving recitation Haji Barkah.” Said Ms. Harni.
“You want me to drop off Bu?” Tawar Toni's.
“Nevent gone.” Miss Harni replied as she left for her room.
Ba’da ashar Bu Hari is ready, he looks at Riri's room whose door is open. Riri was sleeping while playing mobile phone and occasionally fell on a flat object in his hand.
“Ri, mom go first yes.” Pamit Bu Hari from the doorway.
“Iya Bu.” Riri without turning her head, her finger nimble typing the message still with a smile on her lips. The curious mother approached.
“Whose chat is the same?”
Ms. Harni instead sat on the bedside making Riri get up while hiding her phone under the pillow.
“Ri, I noticed you are getting closer just like Toni?”
“Makin deket how does mother mean? I'm the same Toni is Deket ma'am, is he the one who drove my car everywhere?”
“Not that, it means like you guys have nothing huh?” Bu Harni's gaze was full of inquiring. “Do you like Toni? Toni is the same as you? You guys dating?” Brondong Bu Harni was impatient because his daughter even scratched her head.
“Ah, no way Bu.”
“Bener?” Miss Harni reassured. “Soalah earlier in front of you smile with him while looking at it. You're so suspicious?”
“Ck, mom is weird. It's only natural that I smile at Toni. Well if I smile at the wall, then mom should be suspicious!”
“This you're based on!” Miss Harni clapped Riri's arm before. “But you guys are nothing? Do not until you date continue to marry him.”
“Emang why, Bu?” Riri was curious too.
“He is poor. Do you want a poor husband? I was an orphan too.”
“It is wrong if I marry a poor person and have no parents, Mom?”
“Ah, you are said to be ngeyel anyway?” Miss Harni keki.
“But Toni is good, she is also a hard worker.” Riri Bela.
“What hard work? The guy he was just a geeker before becoming your driver!” Cibir Bu Harni underestimates.
“Liar was just selling cilok, but he managed to send his sisters until he graduated SMA you know Bu. cool right? He's not just a lizard, but he's a judge. He already has 5 cilok carts rented to his friends.” Riri is defending Toni in front of her mother.
“Alah, even so just his name is a lizard! Cool from where? besides if you really have become a cilok juragan, why still bother to be your driver? I mean, that's mah!” Ninyir disease Bu Harni.
“Tersubsidiary mom. Mother likes to look at others one eye, but mother herself does not like to be underestimated?” Ceplos Riri's.
“Mother is just your ingetin Ri! Is mom wrong if you want a rich and respectable husband?” Bu Harni's tone of voice was slightly up.
“What is rich, honorable, but sick to people's feelings?”
“Well! This is what I'm afraid of!” Sambar Bu Harni's. “Do not because you are heartbroken with Danar, continue you as long as you choose a future husband.”
“This has nothing to do with Mas Danar Bu. I have nothing to do with Toni anyway. I also still do not want to marry, I want to expand my business first, Bu.” Riri jengah also long with his mother.
“Oke, mom believe. But I still worry if you are still often beaver with Toni.”
“Continue want mom how?” Riri looked at her mother without thinking. “What is the mother who mengupirin me and nganterin me everywhere all lift-lift if there is a catering order?”
“Ngaco you! Can't you drive a car?”
“Yes already, that's why I don't have to bring!” Riri thawed while again laying her body back against her mother.
Ms. Harni let out a long sigh, too worried that she was the same as the youngest child. After Bu Harni came out, Riri grabbed her phone back to continue typing the message there.
Ten minutes away by motorbike, Bu Harni arrived at the crowded Haji Barkah residence. Some study friends of Bu Harni have sat in the living room of the very spacious Haji Barkah house which is deliberately in the title of thick tapestry and good for the mothers of study pilgrims.
Ms. Harni immediately joined some of her friends and engaged in small talk before the event started. They discussed the Hajj Barkah family who were happy because they had obtained a new family member. Unceasingly they praise the generosity of Haji Barkah and the luck of Denaya who is married to a kind man like Om Jaka and vice versa, Om Jaka who is a high-ting widower gets a beautiful virgin wife kinyis-kinyis, sholehah and rich anyway.
“Wah, the cake is really good you know these mothers.” Said a mother who had just tasted snacks served on a plate that lined up in front of the guests.
“Iya. Sweetness fitting.” Another mother's dream.
“Clearly delicious are the mothers, it is a cake made by my son Riri.” Sahut BU Harni is proud.
“Oh, this is all Riri's cake?” the other mother asked.
“Pantesan yahoo?”
“Iya, when was I also conditional to the next village cuisine pesen same Riri delicious also you know it feels.”
“Iya in fact, the wet cake is also not stale.”
Bu harni smiled satisfied to hear the praise for the sake of praise addressed to his youngest child. “Nasi box also here pesen same Riri you know, mothers.” Added Miss Harni.
“Wah, it happens that dong kalo, I because I have not tried the cuisine Riri, Bu.” Say the last mother. “Let's good I also want to pesen deh for my son's birthday.”
“Bby, Mom. please, with pleasure.” Miss Harni smiled in response.
Again busy discussing the cuisine while nyicipin various snacks, suddenly there was a noise from outside to invite curious study pilgrims who were sitting inside.
“Get him out spout!” I heard the voice of an angry woman.
“Iya, Mom. wait a minute yes, I call Mr. Jaka inside.” Hajj Barkah's maid calms down.
“Hey, Ms. Har. That's not Bu Endang ya besan sampean?” the mother who was standing by the window poked at Bu Harni's arm.
“Times anyway?” Ms. Harni followed by looking out the window because near the door was filled with mothers who wanted to watch the show what would happen next.
“Wah, yes really! Why did the grandmother drop by, how angry was she?” Bu Harni looked at the iron that was standing outside while shaking her waist.
“Jaka! Cepetan out you!” Shouted Miss Harni. “Do not let me in and drag you out huh?! Jaka....!” The loud cry of Bu Een made everyone present whisper guessing about all possibilities.
“Eh, by Yu?” Om Jak appeared from the side door with a casual look. “Why scream, Yu? It's not in the woods, by the way, can't you?” Om Jaka was still calm.
“Well you said? Is this your reply to me as a substitute for parents, huh?” Bu Een looked up at his sister.
“What do you mean by Yu? I really don't understand.” Om Jaka is confused. “We go in first yuk sit inside.” Take Om Jaka.
Bu Een brushed aside Om Jaka's hand. “Ngot my favour! Don't you think you can soften my feelings that have already been disappointed this yes!”
“Indeed to be disappointed why, Yu? I really don't understand! Come on we chat inside, it's not good to see the mothers of Yu.” studies Om Jaka try to negotiate.
“Biarin! Let them all know your behavior that does not know this return!”
“Beb, what's going on? How fussy?” Denaya came to hold her little baby.
“Hey, Denaya!” Bu Een looked at the newly arrived Denaya. “Tell your husband this, don't miss being a person! If you already do not want to think of me as a sister again, yes have broken up all together!”
“Astagfirullah! Why, Mom? what's the matter?” Denaya was shocked, did not understand by sitting the problem.
“You also do not pretend not to know and cover up! Everyone is invited to this Thanksgiving, so why don't you tell me, huh? Do you guys hate me that much? Already assume I am not in this world apparently?”
“Eh, not that Yu ..”
“Shut up!” Hardik Bu Een. “And you share the parcel to Mirza with her neighbors in the complex, why am I not loved? You sent a parcel to the city, why am I the one who passed it? Is that not outrageous? Where are your conscience? Where do you feel your love for parents?” Ms. Een continued to stir her emotions to make the mothers of the study almost consumed her nonsense.
“So because of that problem?” Tanya Om Jaka.
“Do you consider this a trivial matter? It's the same with me, Jaka!” The constant cry of Bu Een makes a tiny baby in a denaya sling cry in shock.
“Sampean can not the heck Yu do not have to shout mulu? My son is crying!” Om Jaka tries to calm his little baby.
“Can't! Let everyone know how you are doing, Jaka!”
“Han, take our son in. I don't want our baby to get convulsed because of the grumpy angry man!”
Denaya nodded despite actually still wanting to be there, Denaya entered to coincide with Haji Barkah who came out of the house.
“Jaka, take your brother in.” Haji Barkah said calmly.
“No want him, Yah.” Om Jaka glanced sharply at the brother who was still inflamed. “People if his heart has been dominated by hate, like his behavior. All his words and actions do not use first thought.” Sinis Om Jaka's.
“Not me, but you who hate and resent me!” Denied Miss Een growled.
Om Jaka grabbed his phone from his pants pocket and smiled instead. “Should've asked that first well why sampean haven't got parcels and invitations from me. The sample was too quick to conclude because it was used to grusah-grusuh. Looky!” Om Jaka showed the photo on his phone screen to Ms. Een.
Bu Een's forehead frowned. “What is it?”
“Sampean not see? This is a parcel for sampean, nyampe from this afternoon at the sampean house! In Dalemya there is my son's thanksgiving!” Jaka keki.
“Not possible! I have not received yet, you do not ngor ya Jaka!” Ms. Een insisted.
“This is whose house was photographed? Home granny dipper?” Cibir Om Jaka's. “Lagian until semedi where? Sampe do not know anyone nganter parcels like this?”
The deg!
Bu Een was amazed, when he received the message and photo sent Bujel, he was still buying the needs of his grocery store in the city with Udin. So it's clear that he did not know about the delivery of the bagkiean.he immediately sewot and tell Udin to run gas to Denaya's house after finishing shopping.
“Halah, surely the photo was made just now just make a cover up your mistake right? You think I'm stupid, Jaka!” Ms. Een still did not accept.
“What are the eyes of cataract, Yu? It's time to be photographed! Obviously the hours, minutes and seconds! Didn't you see?” Om Jaka deliberately pushed the phone screen closer to the look of the Mbakyu who still continues to mgeyel. “Before going to Mirza's house, my man went to the house until first to nganter. But because there was no one in the house, so he put the parcel beside the garage and photographed as evidence! Come here by the way, okay?” Om Jaka held back his annoyance.
Bu Een was silent. He can no longer speak. In his heart he cursed what he had done just now. Bu Een was ashamed not to play, especially the pilgrims openly satirize him and blame his arrogant actions play a hit without asking first.
“So if I think gini who is stupid?” Sinis Om Jaka.
Although no longer able to say words, but not Bu Een his name if nyerah so. He briefly glanced at Om Jaka before turning back and walking away.
“Basic granny dipper!” Om Jaka is upset.
“Jaka, don't follow emotions. No use.” Haji Barkah reminded.
“Kesel, Dad. Salah keeps on spying on him this me! Just the stuff of the parcels just to electrify the world!” Jaka is still clueless.
“Having a brother like Mbakyumu is a reward farm, Jaka. The more you are patient, God willing, the more you will receive the reward of kindness. Do not forget to pray that your heart softens, so that your relationship will improve." Haji Barkah patted the daughter-in-law on the shoulder. “Ya already, we should go in and get ready soon. The show will soon begin.”
Om Jaka nodded and followed his father-in-law in.
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“Azad! Your brother is not in his room!” Lady Husein greeted Azad who had just returned home from work with a panicked face.
“Maybe Brother Sofi in the back garden, Ma.” Azad loosened his tie.
“Not there! Mama and all the waiters have been looking all over the house.” Bright Lady Husein. “Ayo Azad, find him fast! Mama is worried about anything happening with her, Your sister is pregnant.”
Azad tries to call Sofi's phone number, but it's in inactive mode.
“Mama has also contacted him repeatedly.”
Azad stepped quickly towards his room, he checked the safe where he kept important and valuable papers.
“Azad, what are you looking for?” Mrs Husein was curious.
Azad did not answer. He went to Sofi's room and checked all the contents.
“What might Brother Sofi bring him.” Azad Gumam.
“Azad! Mama asked, what are you looking for?” Mrs Husein's voice was rising.
There was no other choice for Azad but to tell the truth about his brother who had taken a sign from Ramzi's company. Mrs Husein looked shocked and was sitting limp on the edge of the bed.
“Sofia, why are you so desperate, son. Why has your nature never changed in the past.” Mrs Husein was shocked by the departure of the princess. “Azad, try to contact Ram or your brother's friends, maybe someone knows where he is.”
Azad reached into the phone from his pocket looking for the number of his brother-in-law, but he later remembered that Ramzi no longer held HP. He did not know who to contact because his brother did not have any close friends.
“Maybe Jane tau.” Azad called Jane immediately.
“Just let your Brother.” Mr. Husein's voice cut off Azad's connection. “He will account for himself all his actions.”
“Papa, but Sofia is pregnant.” Wail Mrs HUsein. “The baby in the womb is our grandson, Pa.”
“If you keep defending him, he won't learn to appreciate his own life.” Mr. Husein turned the steps leaving Sofi's room.
Azad was silent with the words of his father, maybe it's good for him not to worry about Sofi, but his love for his brother was so great. He quickly took wide steps leaving his mother, who was still busy with tears.
“Azad, wait!” Lady Husein chasing. “Where are you going? Mama follow. Let's find your brother.” Lady Hussein wiped her wet eyes.
“Mama stay at home. Trust me, I will look for Brother Sofi until we meet.” Azad gently stroked his mother's shoulders.
“Find him as soon as possible. Your sister has no money, Mama is afraid if she is abandoned and something bad happens to the granddaughter of mama.”
Azad nodded. “Mama is calm yes, I will as soon as possible tell.”
With a heavy heart Mrs Husein let her son go. The string of sincere prayers from the mother who was being overwhelmed with sadness accompanied Azad's steps. Lady Husein stepped back into her room and found her husband sitting on his rocking chair with his eyes closed while turning the prayer beads in his right hand. The clear circle again seeped from the two middle-aged women's netra over it. She knows even though her husband seems to be indifferent, but in her heart she certainly wants her children and future grandchildren back home safe.
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