FORCED CHEATING
191GET THE FACTS

The wet night crept slowly, the drizzle that fell since last twilight made Ramzi's mood more mellow. He stood alone on the balcony of his room, looking up for the stars and moon in the dark night sky. Silly enough, already know the rain, where are the stars and the moon?

“Arrgh!” Ramzi grabbed her hair in frustration. Gundah gulana like a virgin child would be betrothed to the widower of five children, maybe like that parasaan Ram tonight. After the dinner, she and Jane no longer contacted each other. He held all his feelings, even though he missed through a short message but in fact Jane did not respond. Even until now Jane has no news, she is too prestigious if she has to start first.

The view is thrown away at the park and the pool filled with drizzle that comes wobble. The greatness of the baying-shadow Sofi play in his mind. He had a good time there with his wife. More precisely, the HOT times! With the madness of Ram attack the wife at the edge of the pool, playing in the open area does have a sensation of stagnation. Ramzi's lips carved out a small smile.

“Sofia ..” Mumbled. Dijusapnya rough face as if to get rid of the shadow of the face of the woman he once loved so much, but instead slide by slide memories with Sofi again popped up in his mind. Such a great feeling of love that turned to hate. But does he really hate her? Why does he feel lost?

Pfft…. Ramzi sighs deeply, memejamkna eyes trying to dive into his feelings in the condition of the heart and mind that is struggling like the political scene of this country. Uhaeh ….🤭🤭

Meanwhile, Mr. Alatas appears to have just finished checking files in his study that he had not touched while in the office. a waiter just came out of Mr. Alatas' office when Gerald was about to enter. Mr. Alatas took a sip of the coffee that the waiter brought, Gerald nodded in salute.

“Master calls me?” Ask.

“Sit.” Tell Mr. Alatas to put a ring on his desk. “Have you done what I told you yesterday?” Mr. Alatas shone a sharp look at the butler sitting before him.

“Already, Mr.”

“Where is jal**ng?”

“GPS from his car shows he is in the suburbs, a villa near the beach.”

Mr. Alatas smiled faintly. “Let her enjoy her last days as Mrs Ramzi Alatas, she will definitely come alone begging for my mercy before the baby is actually born.”

“Sorry, Sir. But it seems he is not afraid of threats from me ..” Gerald was a bit doubtful.

“You mean?” Mr. Alatas leaned his body towards Gerald.

“From his tone, he is not at all daunted.”

“Terror him continue, if necessary until he is really stressed!”

“Good, Mr.” Gerald nodded obediently, Mr. Alatas again pinched the cup and sipped his favorite gahwa coffee.

“You should be able to get Ram and Jane closer. Take a few more photos of them, ja**ng it will definitely hate Ram.” more Said Mr. Alatas later. “I'm sure you can do it. Your photo from yesterday was very good. Ram and Jane seem to really enjoy their closeness. You are good at taking the moment. I think after retiring from work here you can be a photographer, Gerald.” Mr. Alatas chuckled to himself at the end of his sentence.

“Emh, but it looks like …. Mr Ram and Miss Jane are in trouble now, Mister?” Gerald.

“Trouble?” Mr. Alatas ended his chastity. “You mean they fought?”

“I don't know for sure. Since a few days ago when Mr. Ram came home to dinner with Miss Jane he looks moody. Miss Jane hasn't come here yet.” Gerald explained.

“Hem, it's your job to clean it up.” Mr. Alatas's heart is short. “Now you can go, I'm also tired of taking a break.”

Mr. Alatas and Gerald got up from their seats, but before they got up the sound of the door being opened violently surprised them.

“So you guys planned something evil behind me?” ramzi was fierce to the butler and drew a sharp look at his father.

“Ram, did you hear everything?”

“Yes. I've heard it. Papa is absolutely outrageous! I know Papa never liked Sofi, but Papa's behavior was too late. Inside Sofi's womb is my son, Pa! papa's grandson!” Ramzi.

Mr. Alatas gestured with his eyes at Gerald to come out, then he commented a faint smile. “Good if you've heard it. Papa will make you guys completely split up.”

“But Papa's way is so cruel! Papa engineered everything, forced Sofi to hate me. Papa doesn't realize, at the same time Jane also hates me.”

“Jane won't leave you because he likes you.” Mr. Alatas stepped in to leave Ramzi.

“Pa, wait!” Intercept Ramzi. “What will Papa do next on Sofi?”

Mr. Alatas looked at the sharp bead of the son with an enigmatic gaze. “For sure, Papa will not harm Papa's own grandchildren. Just relax.” Mr. Alatas was cold and left Ramzi.

Ramzi expressed his frustration by punching the air, he really felt stupid. He did hate his wife, but he was not willing if his father hurt his wife and his future son.

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KELP …!

PRANG …!

The sound of things falling and breaking shocked the new Rumi to the front of the door. He was surprised to see Hanson standing with a reddened face.

“Baby, what's up?” Gegas Rumi approached the future husband.

“Ask him!” Hanson pointed at Ustadz Salman's face which seemed to be still in shock.

The young Ustadz did not expect to get an unexpected response from Hanson, he saw his phone fall scattered on the floor after being thrown about the coffee cup until the blackish brown liquid splashed on his white cocktail.

“Ustadz, what is it? What happened?” Rumi asked for an explanation, but Ustadz Salman did not pay attention because he was picking up pieces of fragments of his cellphone.

“Ab jetzt download ich auf mit dir zu lernen!” (From now on I stop learning with you!” Hanson said with his face still full of emotion.

“Baby, please explain what exactly is this?” Rumi was still overwhelmed with confusion because she did not understand Hanson saying anything. “Why are you angry with Ustadz Salman? Can't do it dong, you sin you know.” Rumi reminded as she grabbed Hanson's arm but Hanson quickly brushed him off.

“Schatzi, he has no ethics! She has shared a video of me learning naji on her sosomed account.” Hanson said with his chest going up and down trying to regulate his anger.

Rumi momentarily digested Hanson's words. “Good dong. That can be a motivation for those who watch, who knows they also want to learn, right?” Cetus Rumi later.

“What did you say? Good?” Hanson glared in disbelief. “Schatzi, are you crazy?”

“Crazy? Crazy what's? What crazy? Crazy no what?” Said Rumi with a purpose that only he himself understood.

“She, the ustadz that you say is good and competent, who likes to study in the assemblies of this campus, have benefited me to make content in ..”

“It's not like that. You misunderstood.” Cut Ustadz Salman who just finished collecting pieces of his phone mehong brand applah.

“Misunderstand, you say?” Hanson came forward to grab the front of the young ustadz's shirt. Rumi immediately stopped him.

“Baby, don't use hardness. We can talk about everything well.” Rumi calms her lover.

“No, Schatzi. I've given you a warning from a few days ago when she records me live. Apparently he's not kapok. He records again with a hidden camera. Look at this!” Hanson pointed to a small, marbles-sized object he took from the bookshelf of Ustadz Salman's living room. “She hides cameras everywhere.” Hanson took a camera no larger than the size of a snake dice from a flower vase at the table where he learned to teach.

Rumi noticed the two tiny objects in Hanson's hand. “Wow! Amazing once, you are really creative Ustad.” Rumi Mumbled.

“Mbak Rumi, believe me. I just want to document it.” Ustadz Salman assured because he felt he had the support of Rumi.

“Cih! You said so a few days ago. You record video and take some pictures with me also say just for documentation, then I know all my videos and photos you've uploaded on fb, ig, ig, same chanel yutupmu that village with thousands of viewers then you can benefit from it. And you don't permit me. Your actions are Criminal!” Hanson burst out full of emotion with his hands moved to and fro like someone else declamation.

“I'll get permission, just haven't had time. I'm sorry.” Usatadz Salaman.

“Omong empty!” Hardik Hanson's. “You should have permission before you upload. If this is the case, it's another story.”

“I think you'll like it ..” Ustadz.

“I don't like publications! I don't like fame!”

“But many comments who want the video feed.”

“Ustadz would like to give a percentage of what is my future husband?” Rumi suddenly interjected forward.

“Schatzi!” Jerky Hanson. “You want to follow too? Want to sell my privacy? I don't like my privacy being known to many people. I'm not just an artist who just mengupil only made videos!”

“B-not so ...” Rumi stuttered.

“I'm disappointed in you, schatzi!” Cut Hanson with a sharp look at Rumi and leave the living room behind Ustadz Salman.

“Wait, Baby!” Call Rumi.

LLT….!

Hanson braked his steps. Rumi smiled broadly as she approached thinking Hanson had changed his mind.

“Stop there, Schatzi! Don't come near me.” Hanson said coldly. “And you, Ustadz alay! Delete all my videos and photos from all your accounts. Otherwise, I'll tell you!” Hanson left the room without a word.

Rumi was silent for quite a while. Does that mean Hanson is really mad at her? Will Hanson really stop learning? What about their wedding plans? His father would not give his blessing before Hanson could teach and memorize the prayer. Geez! Rumi was overwhelmed with anxiety about the continuation of her romantic relationship with the German bule.

“Mbak Rumi.” Ustadz Salman rebukes Rumi. “Which way with my destroyed HP. Rumi will replace it, right?”

Rumi looked at the young ustadz who actually looked quite cute and pretty sholeh it. at least that's how Rumi thinks, because everywhere the ustadz never separated from his black peci. (when the size of the kesholeh people is not seen from the pecinya huh?)🤭🤭

“Mbak?” Ustadz Salman rebukes again because Rumi is still silent.

“Heem, sorry Ustadz. I am not responsible, all this is also because of the deeds of Ustadz.” Rumi replied straightforwardly. “Even my relationship is at stake here.”

“But Mbak Rumi ..”

“It is better for Ustadz to delete all videos and photos of my future husband if Ustadz does not want this problem getting runyam.” Disconnect Rumi then he came out after saying hello.

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After Maghrib was not usually very sleepy, he was just about to lay himself on the bed when the sound of a bell sounded.

“Let's just open it, Darling.” Mirza's out.

“Popaye ....!” Greet a familiar shrill voice as soon as the door of the living room opens. “Olive where?” The guest who was none other than Yana immediately burst in through just like that the host who was still standing in the doorway. “Olive…. I came..” Yana entered looking for the whereabouts of her best friend.

“Your wife has never changed before? As lovely yourself!” Mirza's gerutu on Khusni is just grinning. The two of them sat on the living room sofa while Yana went to Via's room.

“Liv, are you sick?” Yana instantly fingered Via's forehead snobs.

“Eh, Yan? Just who are you? How to grow dateng malem-malem?” The sleepiness of Via instantly collapsed, he got up to sit facing Yana.

“Ye, asked instead behind nanya.” Yana keki's. “I'm the same Khusni, my most beautiful husband, kind, understanding and affectionate, not arrogant, likes to save and diligently help others in accordance with darma scout.”

“Lebay!” Cibir.

“Yes already out, if you are not sick.” Take Yana. “I brought martabak Arafuru bay tuh!”

Via frowning. “Bay bayur bayur times! Arafuru is the name of the sea not the bay!”

“Gulf bayur mah deket, Arafuru bay a bit far away dikit.” Yana cuek's.

“Ngak.” Yana shook her head with her plate face. “And you know my biology lessons when school is never good?”

“Geography, Yana... not biology!”

“Bodo ah, invited to eat martabak aja peke discuss school time subjects.” Yana ngedumel while stepping ahead of Via who could only shake his head with the magical behavior of his best friend.

“Darling, you didn't sleep?” Welcome Mirza to Via who is sitting next to her.

“Neither, people bullied her.” Via pointed at Yana with his chin.

“So that's the story you want to play? Geez, it's still this afternoon, Liv!” Yana glared as she plucked the martabak that was already on the table. “Cicak also drowsy belly time clock this time. No shame do you guys get whistled around with lizards?”

“As far as you are, Yan!” Via got up to make a drink.

“Where are you, Darling?” Mirza pulled his wife's hand.

“Bikin drink for these two uninvited guests.”

“Let them make their own. You are here, you cannot be tired.” Mirza embraces Via's shoulder with a big smile that makes Yana and Khusni look at each other.

“About again pregnant, really pampered anyway?” Syndir Yana on the sidelines of his busy munching on his favorite cheese chocolate martabak.

“Oya, by the way how have you guys succeeded yet? New bride must joss keep dong? Hehe...” Mirza stares at Yana and Khusni.

“Huh, he hasn't managed to haunt me!” Yana snorted with lips forward glancing at the annoyed Khusni.

“Propay dong, my wife. Mirza just as Via aja waiting 7 years new can have children, is we are a new marriage for corn. There is still a lot of time for us to make a more durable dough so that the results are good.” Elak Khusni's.

“Udah don't talk, grab a drink dong. I drag nih.” Pinta Yana to her husband because she seemed to have trouble swallowing her hammer.

“OK, want hot what cold, my wife?”

“What aja, spout!” Yana is impatient.

Mirza and Via giggled amusedly at Yana's behavior, she looked like a chicken abis nelen rubber band. Funny and ridiculous. Before long Khusni showed up with 2 glasses of iced coco pandan syrup. Yana sipped almost half a glass of syrup.

“Means bring martabak do not be disbursed yourself. The feeling was nawarin deh, did not know he ate alone.” Cibir.

“All say hello diiatin aja, right dear if not cepet eaten?” Yana put the last piece of martabak in her mouth.

“Ya anyway, how my wife is not getting semok if this is the story?” Khusni's blaring murmur got a sharp glare of Yana.

“Try saying once again?” Yana sewot's.

“Udah, no need baper ah.” Via broke up a fierce quarrel that almost happened between the two husbands and wives. “Oya tomorrow malem if there is no obstacle you guys come here ya.” Said Via who remembered the show.

“What event, Liv?”

“Size 4 months of my pregnancy, Yan. Just a small-time kok, ngundang neighbor same deket aja.”

“Oh, who knew WA I was yesterday, Za?” Khusni.

“Iya. Can you come?”

“Why melem-malem anyway? Afternoon can you?” Tanya Yana was astonished.

“I'll work, Yan. Not good if you want permission, I have not entered a lot because.”

Yana was just a mangosteen while re-picking the martabak in front of her. “Your families are all coming, right? Om Jaka the same Denaya too? I haven't caught the baby yet.” Yana said later.

“God willing, at most only my mother is not. Yes, you know for yourself, is my mother really unique?” Mirza.

“Emang you didn't invite your mother, Za?” Khusni.

“Not yet, do not know ya still confused to be told what not.” Mirza glanced at Via beside her.

“Hem, could break a nuclear war if you know the show but not invited, Liv.” The words of Yana that made Mirza and Via exchange views confirmed the words of Yana.

They were silent for a while, after visiting Om Jaka actually Mirza was still hesitant to tell Bu Een what not about the 4th anniversary of pregnancy Via. Being invited or not feels equally good.

“Eh, you guys do not feel right if your mother always knows about what you are doing here?” Yana broke the silence between them.

“Means?” Mirza and Via compakan.

Yana then repeats the events experienced by Mirza and Via that did not escape the attention of Bu Een. Yana knows about all that because Via often confides in her. According to Yana's observation there is no way that Bu Een who is far away in the village until he knows everything that happens to his son and daughter-in-law if no one gives information.

“You mean my mom has spies?” Mirza wasn't sure.

“Betul!” Yana snapped her finger. “I suspect your neighbors who were caught the other day again ngintipin you guys that you know. He looks like a really nice guy.”

“Bujel?” Via was not in the least.

“Who else? You are at most the same Deket Yanti, Word, Danar and Papa. Couldn't their dong be cute to your in-laws, Liv? What's it for, right?”

Mirza and Via rewind the cassette reel in their memory. True, Bujel who always kepo and nongol suddenly do not know the time and atmosphere it feels to be suspected.

“Saran I mingingan you guys change the place not here if you do not want to ngundang your mother, Za.” Khusni gives advice.

“Iya you know, be careful with the model neighbors so. Still mengingan me, even though he ate but his mouth is not cute and lemes.” Yana wagged her hair proud.

“You are the best, my wife. It's just the same with me.” Khusni pinched the chubby cheeks of Yana who was like a mangrove.

After Yana and Khusni pampit, Mirza and Via also seemed to think seriously about the parking of the two best friends.besit idea in Mirza's mind, which is to hold a Thanksgiving event in one of the orphanages only. In addition to being safer without risk, they also expect mustajab prayers from orphans for the health of Via and their prospective children. Via agrees immediately. So they are immediately busy contacting friends and family who have been invited through WA, fortunately they have not invited the neighbors.

Via seems busy talking on the phone with Riri in the room. Mirza immediately called Om Jaka finished sending a message to Firman and Danar.

“O is the story? Good, I agree!” Said Om Jaka across the street after learning about the change of his Thanksgiving event Via. “Gue also want to follow make your kayak aja deh for my son's akiqah event ntar.”

“Lho, not that time already Om?” Mirza wonder.

“Belom, whose name is puputan. Akiqah is 40 days. My baby time yesterday was only five days udaah akiqahan?”

“What is it, Om?”

“Yes, this boy was born in a country where the hell do not know puputan? Ask me you!”

“Ribet very, just do you know just use ask Via all?”

“Puputan it's a thanksgiving event custom because baby belly button has been released, Mirza ...” Om Jaka keles also long.

“Cuman pusernya last aja Om to make a big study event-beasarn all kayak at that time? ck ck ck.., amazing indeed Om Jaka this rich matrial juragan. Salute!” praise Mirza.

“Hu, base of the katro! Ah, I'm sleepy. Bye!” Om Jaka severed the unilateral connection all of a sudden.

“Basic of Somplak!” Reply Mirza while putting her phone on the table then followed Via to the room.

Looks tired face Via was asleep with hengpong still in his hand. The sleepiness was unbearable again. Mirza smilingly looked at his wife's face, slowly he took the phone from Via's hand.

“Mas?” It turned out that Via was shocked.

“Soyang, sorry. Mas just want to take your HP only kok.”

“He em.” Via closed her eyes again, tilting her sleeping position against her husband. “What time is this Mas? I have not prayed isya.” Via like a murmur.

“New to 9 o'clock, Honey. Do you want to pray first with Mas?”

“Later, wake me up at 11 o'clock huh? I'm going to sleep a little while Mas.”

“Iya, Honey, sleep.” Mirza rubbed his wife's head gently, slowly he joined to stretch himself beside Via and hugged her from behind. He endus perfumed the body of the wife, his hand caress now down to the arm, waist then ….

Geez! Why is it suddenly so tense? Mirza felt something in her. As strong as his energy, he dims his feelings because he does not want to disturb the rest of the wife.

Hold, Za. Hold …. Wait another 2 hours for your wife to wake up. That's why you can ask for Nganu. Inner Mirza ngomel herself. He was very surprised at himself, why just deketan already like this it feels, high voltage apparently he. Mirza took a breath and exhaled slowly calming her turmoil.

“Hemm, Mass. What the hell is this ticklish?” Via felt something stuck in his butt like a little wiggle. Slowly Via turned her body facing straight on the face of the husband.

“Sorry, Dear. Mas ...”

“Mas already lock the front door yet?” Ask Via.

“Udah, Dear.”

“Ya already let me pray isya, keep me give you a gift.” She opened her eyes to her husband's face.

“Gift?” Mirza was a bit confused.

Via nodded. “Iya, a gift for the little one who was moving made amused.”

Mirza's eyes immediately sparkled with a big smile. “You're not going to sleep, honey?”

Via shook his head and spread his hands like a bird would fly. “Gendong...” Rajuknya.

Mirza immediately rose up with enthusiasm, with one lift already holding Via's body towards the bathroom.

After praying together, Via kept his promise to give a gift that made Mirza sparkle full of happiness to receive it.

Eaaaa... sensor aja yes, shadowin himself deh Mirza open the prize 😂😂

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