FORCED CHEATING
199RESIGN?

Woow 1 episode will end again yaa 😂😂

Ok, MarKiCa .... Let's Read 😍

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After the incident she caught the husband hugging Jane, Sofi decided to return to her parents' residence. He carried the rubble of his heart's destruction with tears along the way along with him. Mr and Mrs Husein who was in the family room at that time was surprised to find the beloved princess back with a cloudy look looming in her face. Lady Husein who was about to ask immediately broke her intention when Mr. Husein touched her arm with a faint ring signaled to let Sofi with whatever she was experiencing.

And today Sofi came to Azad's room with a small box.

“Azad, can Brother ask for help?” Sofi asked her sister who was struggling with her phone.

Azad turned his attention to look up at the older brother. “Sure, what's Kak?” about

Sofi took out the small red box from her dress pocket. “I need money.”

“Don't say if you want to sell it. That's a wedding ring from Brother Ram right?” Azad was staring straight at the older brother who was standing in front of him.

“Azad, I really need money.” Sofi turned towards the single sofa in the corner of Azad's room.

“I'll call brother Ram.”

“Do not! For what?” Prevent Sofi.

“Sister, you're still his wife. You are not officially divorced yet, so you are still in his dependents.” Azad approached sitting next to Sofi. “And this niece-to-be, she needs a father.” Azad holds Sofi's distended stomach.

“He will no longer care about us.” Sofi shook her head with a sad look, her foggy eyes looked down at the prospective baby in her womb there who might be feeling her pain.

“Why did you say that, Brother?”

Sofi tried to hold back her tears so as not to shed. He avoided Azad's gaze. “I saw it in the woman's house.” It's full of bitterness.

“At home Jane?” Azad can't believe it.

Sofi nodded faintly. “I followed Brother Ram up there, and I saw them ...” Sofi's voice was blocked, she could not continue her sentence.

“What do you see Brother?” Azad was full of curiosity.

A flash of Ramzi's scenes embracing the friendly Jane (if seen from the Sofi's members) intertwined in Sofi's mind making it powerless to hold the clear circles create wet on both of her smooth cheeks.

“What do they do? Did they hurt you, brother? Say it! Did they do you any harm?” Azad was furious, his right hand clenched firmly. Azad thinks Jane is completely perpetuating his madness and heedless of his warning to leave Ramzi. He quickly grabbed his phone back looking for Jane's number.

“Azad what do you want?” Sergey Sofi.

“I can't let Jane ruin my sister's household!”

Sofi snatched Azad's phone. “Tak no use. I'm tired of all this, Azad.” Sofi let out a long breath as if resigned.

Azad looked at the brother. Sofi's gaze blankly forward, her mind shriveled. He did not want everything to be like this. She who used to be a queen in the palace of the husband, is now neglected even considered non-existent by her own husband. Sofi rubbed her wet eyes. Azad felt more and more pain in his heart seeing the fate of his brother.

“Sister, are you sad for Brother Ram?” Lirih Azad's.

Once again Sofi sighed, she leaned her back against the soft sofa cushion. “Entah ..” His sigh seems hopeless.

“Sister, that means you start loving your husband.” Azad grabbed her sister's fingers grasping them tightly to give her confidence. “You're jealous don't you see her with Jane?”

Sofi was silent.he himself wondered inwardly, is it really like that? is he really starting to love Ramzi? She was often inflamed to see her husband close to Jane, but it was more because she was afraid of losing her gold field in the form of the wealth of the husband not because of his love. But now? Is it true that his love made him so willing to melt his tears like that?

“I'd better take you home tomorrow, Kak.” Said Azad later.

“Ngak.” Sofi shook her head strongly. “I don't want to set foot there.”

“We solve everything, you don't run away from the problem.”

“Why should I? Why isn't Brother Ram coming for me?” Sofi raised her intonation.

“Because you have to find reassurance Kak. For your son's sake, you can't let it drag on.”” Azad.

“I don't want to. He's the one who should be looking for me, and I won't let him go easily without giving me a fair price!”

“Jeez, Brother! Still about the treasure you think!” Azad irritated. “Your son is more than anything.”

“You can talk like that because you're not in a position like me.” Sofi was no less irritated, lost already his sadness replaced with overflowing emotions. “Now where are Alatas company letters. Give it to me.” Pinta Sofi's.

The deg!

Azad remembered that the letter Alatas had kept had been handed over by his father to Mr. Alatas.

“Quick give it to me!”

“You want what, Brother?” Azad looks nervous.

“Not your business.” Sofi got up to the safe.

Azad walked ahead quickly. “Kak, actually .. Papa has already handed it to Mr. Alatas.”

Sofi flinched, her eyes round staring in disbelief. He wanted to get angry why Azad and Mr. Husein gave up just like that when he had taken it with great difficulty. But as soon as his eyes wavered, his joints felt weak. Azad immediately brought her back to the sofa. Clear bitiran back spilled from the two beautiful netra, Sofi really feel betrayed by her own family.

“Why did you do it to me ....?” Sofi muttered with disappointment.

“Kak, not so ...”

“You guys should never ask me as long as I'm not here.” The sadness tightened his chest. “You don't care about me anymore. Even papa and mama didn't rebuke me at the dinner table.”

“Kak, believe me we've always been there for you. Me and Papa just don't want to be considered to have taken what is not ours. And you shouldn't do that, Brother.” Azad's gaze begged his brother's understanding.

“You don't understand at all!” Sentak Sofi's. “I'm disappointed in you guys, I hate you all! I even hate myself why I have to be in the middle of you guys who never understand what I want!” Pekik Sofi still with tears then rose with wide steps and slammed the door of Azad's room.

BLAM!

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Mirza was still struggling with the washing machine when Via exited the room while yawning holding her hungry stomach. The TV in the living room seemed to light up without any spectators, Via walked straight into the kitchen.

“Mas, why not wake me up anyway?” via's reprimand somewhat surprised Mirza.

He looks. “Sorry Honey, Mas see you pules very after dawn prayer.” Mirza moved all the clothes from the dryer into the container and lifted them into the backyard to sunbathe them.

Via followed and took his place on a bamboo terrace chair behind his house. She watched everything her husband did. It was not that she was unaware, Via did feel that there was a little different from her husband's attitude lately. Although Mirza tries to always be sweet, but the instinct of a wife remains sharper than razor.

“Mas, i ...” Via approaching.

“Stay in your place, darling. Don't touch anything.” Tell Mirza before Via also grabbed the clothes in the basket.

Via was forced to recede, his intention to help was not allowed by the husband. Isn't he healthier than he was a few days ago?

Heh…. Via let out a light sigh back at his seat waiting for the husband to finish making out with a clothesline.

It's boring! Via floated a view around the not-so-extensive backyard. Two sparrows perched on the fence of the terraced house chasing each other. Looks like they're lovers, or just TTM {friends but perverted 🤭🤭), so thought Via. Tired of chasing, one of them moved to the branch of a neighboring mango tree, instead of chasing another one flew away leaving him somehow.

The view of Via now turns on the papaya tree whose fruit is quite dense. It was usually Bujel who always harvested it, but ever since he was sprayed all-out by Yana and Khusni, it was rare for people to see his heel stem again.

“Mas, I want to eat papaya fruit oseng given anchovies.” Said Via who suddenly imagined the food that his mother often cooked when he was still living in Bu Harni's house. It was a long time ago, tetiba Via kangen with his mother's cooking.

“Let's Make.” Mirza replied without turning her head, her hands skillfully drying the clothes to completion.

“Emh, but I want a mother who is sure to make me.” Chirp Via.

Mirza brought her empty basket over. “Alright Darling, Mas will call mom later.” He went in to clean himself up. “Honey, we have breakfast yuk!” Mirza then cried.

The lacklustre look was clearly painted on Via's pretty face, but when he saw the dish on the dining table, his eyes fumbled.

“Mas, you cook stir-fried kale?”

“Iya. You are not in the office, my dear. So don't papa dong if you sleep?” Mirza smiled a faint smile. “Oya for a moment, Mas forgot udang” Gegas Mirza took the flour fried shrimp that was still in the kitchen.

"Here we go, the fried shrimp flour."

“This son is really Mas, the pedes pas.” Via praised her husband's cooking after spooning a kale stir-fry into her mouth.

“Kalo gitu eat a lot yes, let you equal dede baby healthy. Here are the warehouses too, out yes.” Mirza took some shrimp into Via's plate.

“Thank You Darling. You are indeed a super good husband, know my appetite is now again increased.” Via stuffed a piece of already fried stuff into his mouth.

“Forwardly I will be the best husband for you, dear.” Mirza rubbed Via's left hand with a meaningful look. “Because no one will be able to replace me.”

The deg!

Via stared back at the middle of his chewing activities. The sentence may sound normal if Via is not feeling her husband lately is a bit different, but clearly Via feels there is a meaning behind the speech that the husband just uttered.

“Sure Mas, you will not be replaced.” Reply Via grasped tightly her husband's fingers. “Forever.”

Mirza smiled then kissed the soft Via fingers. “Yes, let's eat again Dear.”

Via resumed his breakfast, he ate very greedily. Mirza stole a glance on the sidelines of her meal.

Vi, I believe you never betrayed me. I know you're a very sincere and loyal woman. Until whenever I wouldn't be willing to lose you, and I would do anything to keep you by my side. The monologue of Mirza's heart is full of confidence.

TLUING ... TLUING .. TLUINGS .. WING…

TLUING ... TLUING .. TLUING .. WING…

The loud noise from Mirza's phone slightly grabbed their attention. Mirza got up to the living room to pick up her phone there.

“Om Jaka?” He muttered after looking at the screen of his phone. “Halo, Om?” He stepped back into the dining room.

“Za, what time do you leave? To my house first what is langusung?” Ask Om Jaka across the street.

Mirza. “Depart where Om?”

“Yes already! What is amnesia? Is today Udin's wedding day? I told you from far away the same day you are not?” Om Jaka sounds anxious.

Mirza pulls the jidat. “Yes for goodness sake! Why forget it?”

Via looked at her husband. “Forgot what, Mas?” Ask Via curiously.

“Today the Udin married, Darling.” Mirza replied, throwing her ass in her chair again.

“So how? If you want to go to my house first, will I wait?” Om Jaka is impatient.

Mirza looked at the wall clock. At 08.10. “Live to meet at home Udin aja deh.” Mirza.

“OK. Si Via didn't come? If Dena anyway I said no need to follow, because my baby likes to fuss if many people. I'm not like his father, alim. Wonderful I tuh baby can like it nurunin who.” The Celoteh Om Jaka.

Mirza looked at Via who was spending his first bribe. “It looks like Via also does not follow Om. She just got sick must bed rest.”

“Yes, until you meet yes. don't be late you, ijab qobulnya at 10, ntar we together with the bride to the house of the bride.” Om Jaka reminded before ending the conversation.

Mirza then cleaned up the former breakfast. “You don't papa right Darling left at home? I don't want you to keep sipping.” The test is on Via.

“Yes, not papa Mas.” Via resigned. “Sampein greetings I made Udin yes. hopefully his wedding sakiah mawaddah warrahmah.”

“Amins. Yes Honey, later Mas samein.” Mirza got up to bring the dirty dishes to the sink.

“Eh, the fried shrimp Mas not abis do not throw dong.” Said Via who saw some fried shrimp still sitting on her husband's plate. “This is me abisin Mas, right dear ih.”

“Yeah, Mas's wife this laper what do ya?” Goda Mirza's. “Kan it's still a lot Darling.” Mirza pointed to a plate containing fried shrimp near Via.

“Iya, but that one should not be thrown away Mas. Mubazir tau!” Via snatches the fried shrimp from Mirza's former plate and collects it with another fried shrimp friend. “Dicocol mayonnais same saos chili really good this.” Via grabbed a bottle of mayonnaise and a bottle of chilli sauce.

Mirza shook her head with a big smile. “Excellent emang wife Mas now.”

Via cuek did not respond, he was engrossed with the fried shrimp in front of him. After his body felt recovered, for some reason his appetite now seemed to be increasing.

“Honey, Mas get ready first yes.fear late later.” Said Mrza after finishing washing the dishes.

“Emang the show what time is Mas?”

“Jam 10.”

“Kan is still a long time? The journey from here is only half an hour.”

Mirza once again smiled. “Better wait right than miss?”

Mirza immediately headed to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes. Even though he had taken a bath at dawn, he felt he had to clean his body from the sweat and smell of kitchen smoke. After taking a bath Mirza immediately put on a shirt, she wore batik, considering this an official event. He wanted to look neat on Udin's wedding day and did not want to disappoint Udin because Udin for him was like his own family.

“Honey, Mas go yes.” Pamit Mirza followed Via to the kitchen which turned out to make milk again.

Via. “Mas! Why use batik anyway?” Via's response doesn't like it.

“Well, why? When I asked to wear a cocoa shirt? Would you like to Friday?” Wonder Mirza.

“Stay! No pantes ah!” Via frowning.

“Masa anyway? This is our batik shirt that couplean. Still good, right?” Mirza noticed her appearance.

“People change yes replace. I don't like to squirm. Weird!” Cebik.

“Mas is looking weird?” Mirza muttered but she also changed her clothes.

Mirza returned to the room and picked up a long-sleeved navy shirt.

“How is this kalo Darling? Pantes right?" Mirza asked Via, who was in the living room, who had just finished drinking her pregnant milk.

“Why even wear a shirt anyway, Mas?” Weird to know!”

“Haish! Does mas use singlet only kalo kalo kalo that?” Mirza grunted violently.

“Eh no! aurat tau!” Via pressed his lips in annoyance.

“Ya keep Mas have to wear what clothes? Wrong batik pack wrong shirt?”

“Not wrong Mas, but not pantes!” Errata Via. “Pake shirt ajalah do not need complicated. More practical and simple.”

“Official event tell wear t-shirts anyway, dear? I don't really appreciate Udin dong?” Mirza Protest.

“So I don't want to say it to me? Do you like the attention of the women out there? I want to have a wife, and want to have children! So do not like to spread the charm with other women!” Cerocos Via blatantly.

Mirza was shocked to hear the lines of his wife's passionate voice full of jealousy. But he was not angry at all, Mirza actually smiled into the cheeks of his wife who bubbled upset.

“So Mas's wife is Jealous nih veritanya?” Goda Mirza's.

“Ish! Who is jealous?” Via turned his face away.

“That's why the ranting is not clear that if not jealous?”

“No! I just don't like to squirm Mas looks handsome outside the house!” Via blurted, spontaneously pursing his lips.

Mirza held onto Via's shoulder as she raised her chin. “Mas seneng you are jealous, that's a sign you love your husband very much.” Mirza. “But you should know Honey, although there are many women out there who smile at your husband, only your smile is the most beautiful for your husband. And one more thing, Mas does not intend to make a charm, Mas just want to look the best on his show Udin.”

“But I don't like Mas!” Kilah Via's. “Just change pack t-shirt point!” Via kekeh.

Mirza let out a rough breath. Fortunately he had a very large patient stock, he chose to give up considering the condition of pregnancy Via which causes his emotions to be unstable.

“Alright, Mas pack t-shirts.”

“That's the cake from earlier!” Ketus.

Pregnant people sometimes unpredictable behavior, emotions tend to change. A little sweet, a little bit asem. Heh …. Once again Mirza took a deep breath while sorting the t-shirts in her wardrobe. Then he dropped the option on the gray shirt of a collared monkey. (note: the shirt is a collared one instead of the monkey 😁😁). Mirza thinks this is more polite than other shirts that seem relaxed. After she finished changing clothes, Mirza looked at her appearance in front of the mirror.

“Hopefully Via does not protest anymore.” Guamamnya, but soon after he felt like there was something strange in him. This time it was really weird. He felt the wrong costume. Although his appearance is not as extreme as Om Jaka when he wants to go to the damang, but still he feels less worthy.

“Yes, why do women really like her husband so ugly?” Mirza's complaint that Denaya remembers also told Omnya not to look attractive in the public eye.

Mirza opened the door of the closet next to her. Rows of suits hanging neatly there, Mirza picked up one that was matching in color. Immediately wear it then shaved his hair back.

“Kayak gini it looks good. Via the most ilfil if I see pucir.” Mirza grinned against the reflection of her face in the mirror.

“Honey, Mas has finished. I'm leaving now, huh?” The pamphlet once again.

“Mas Mirzaaaaaa.......!” Pekik Via for the sake of seeing the appearance of his sumai now.

“Otherwise Dear? Does your husband still look handsome charming, hm?” Mirza is a little frustrated but does not want to follow the emotions. He even developed his smile. “Sorry Honey, I've got a tamvan from the sonna. This is divine grace, you should be grateful for this."

Via got up. “Down his suit! I was told to wear a shirt and wear a suit! I don't like it, Mom! Don't like.. !” Via banged her husband's arm in annoyance.

“Stop Dear. “ Mirza calms his wife grabbing both hands and taking her in arms. “Listen, did Mas ever forbid you to decorate if you leave for work?” Ask Mirza gently.

Via pushed her husband slowly, looked at the charismatic face with the dimple deep, then shook his head faintly.

“Mas you ...”

“Suuut!” Mirza placed her right index finger on Via's lips. “Don't talk anymore, or Mas will continue kissing in the room and not be condangan.”

“Ih, naughty...” Via pinched the small waist of Mirza.

Mirza grimaced, quickly grabbed that hand and kissed it. “Maksih Darling, your lips are scrumptious. Spicy fried shrimp flavor mayonnaise sauce.”

Via glared was ready to lift the pinch again but Mirza's hand immediately blocked it and Mirza's lips moved more nimble. A half-dry, 2-second kiss came back on Via's ranum lips.

“That's for your pinch earlier.” Mirza smiled to make Via unable to return to throbbing in order to resist embarrassment why her husband was so fond of nyosor did not know sikon. “Mas go yes, don't forget to miss Mas until go home later.” Mirza menowel nose Via.

Via nodded with a sweet smile releasing the husband with full relief.

"Hemmm, bus! Why did Mas Mirza come home?" Dengus Via after Mirza's car disappears from view. He stepped up to close the door.

"Aah! I called Yana aja, chat with her how's she doing in Bandung huh?" Via eagerly looking for his hengpong. While Mirza was already on her way, she glanced at the circular watch in her left hand. At 08.40.

“Still having. I have to finish it all today too.” Mirza muttered at a glance at a white envelope she had stored on top of the dashboard accidentally covered with her hat.

Mirza took a right turn after the red light headed for Via's office. His car has now entered the parking lot of the office building.

NGIIK ….

The car is perfectly parked. He put the long white envelope in his pocket in his suit. Then he took his gawai.

“Halo, Danar. You're not busy? I'd like to see you for a minute, would you?” Ask Mirza directly.

Yes, he called Danar to finish a business that some time this stuck in his heart. Unbeknownst to Via, Mirza last night had written Via's resignation letter and today he will give it to Danar. Impressed a bit sneaky indeed because Mirza also faked Via's signature there.

“Em, yes there are. What time do you want to come here, Za?” although surprise rada what did Mirza come to him but Danar would also meet him.

“I'm already in your office parking lot now.”

“Oya. Then we meet at the restaurant next to the office aja.”

“Do not, let me go there.” Mirza is not happy, the article is about important, he must meet Danar officially as well.

“Oke, just go up. I'll tell my secretary.”

“Good.” Mirza ended the conversation and got out of the car stepping steadily into the office building.

It's working hours, the mood of the loby is empty. Mirza continued to step towards the receptionist table. The receptions immediately stood up in welcome before Mirza said anything.

“Pak Mirza huh?” Wipe it with his best smile.

Mirza nodded “Iya, I want to meet with Mr. Danar.”

“Oya, please go directly to the fourth floor only. Mr. Danar is waiting for you.” Said the receptionist still with a fluffy smile on her red lips.

“Oke, thanks ya.” Pungakas Mirza soon passed.

The receptoionis nodded then followed Mirza with his gaze until Mirza's body disappeared in the hallway to the elevator. Fascinated he's the same tamvan brother! 😍😍

Before long Mirza had been in lnati 4 and a young waita with a skirt and blazer characterized that she was a secretary immediately welcomed Mirza.

“Mr Mirza Mahendra?” from the intonation of the young woman tends to be more guessing than asking.

Mirza just nodded.

“Let's come with me, Mr. Danar is waiting for you.” Say the secretary politely with a smile.

Mirza immediately followed him. He looked at the secretary who was walking in front of him.

Why didn't Danar have a crush on his secretary? Why should it be the Via he estimated, if it were true? Though his secretary he was quite clear and cute. Hashe! Think what the hell am I! Mirza was busy trying to get up until she was unaware that several pairs of eyes were looking at her as she passed the employee room towards the Danar room.

“Cil, that's her husband Via?” Vony pulls up Cila's sleeve to see Mirza immediately before she enters Danar's room.

“Eh, yes really. That's the handsome crossbar of her husband Via who met me with Ayang I the other day.” Even the excited Milen. “Why is he here?”

“What is definitely not nyariin elo!” Sambar Vony's.

“Ish, I know too. I have Rindra Kok.” Milen Cybic. “But if the handsome babang husband Via likes me, yes I do not nolak.”

“Didih, kepedean lo!” Vony sneer.

“Biarin, but I'm already selling. Kayak elo!”

“Gue think he nyamperin Mr. Boss want to kejoin me, right I was at that time looking at Via to his house. So she's interested in me.” Vony put on a smile.

“Haish! You rusty knob! there is no way that handsome Mas likes elo!” Reply Milen is upset.

“You guys even make a fuss about people's husbands anyway? Interested in becoming a actor?” Cila looked at the annoyed Milen and Vony.

“The reason for her husband Via is really cute, right? elo also agrees with me right?” Vony little maksa. “his message was macho, cool, dashing rape... ehh oops....!” Vony covered his mouth with his wiggly fingers.

“Basic bawdy singles!” Milen Eject.

“Elo don't know, he's really good at knowing the guy. I was made to drink at home. It looks so good that he is the attention of his people. Duuuh.. anyway he is a dream husband really deh.” Vony sampe rem literate imagining the face of Mirza.

“Ish, jijay I'm the same elo!” Milen returned to her seat while Cila did not bother even though her little heart asked her curious about the arrival of Mirza.

Meanwhile, MIrza has been in Danar's workspace and has deployed Via's resignation letter to Danar The secretary has returned to his habitat.

“If this is Via's decision, I can't say anything. Although I actually quite regret his resignation.” Danar said as if unwilling to release Via from his office.

“Hem, how else. Via content is weak, he should not be tired and stressed.” Mirza is as neutral as possible even though he really wants to ask directly about the feelings of Danar to his wife.

Danar. “The company will be very lost, he is a talented and capable employee in many ways. You know he got the best employee award right?”

Mirza smile. “Yes I know. But I can't keep her working, we've waited 7 years to have a child.”

“Step Via is correct, family is the main one.” Danar. “Welcome to the baby yes, Za. Say hello to Via.”

“Thank you, I'll tell you.” Mirza. “Kalo I said yes.”

“Don't hesitate to tell me if you need help.” Danar patted Mirza on the shoulder with a smile.

“Yes, but I'll make sure Via won't bother you anymore. Maxih has helped Via a lot so far yes.”

The deg!

Why Mirza's words seem to hit the heart of Danar.I make sure Via will not trouble you anymore. Repeat inner danar. Why did Mirza say that?

“Emh, Via has never troubled me. Snatai only.” Danar immediately brushed aside his own feelings .

“Once again thank you yes.you are a very good boss.” Mirza shook Danar's hand tightly. “About the way, was your secretary still single?” Mirza grinned with a dimple smile on her cheeks.

Danar. “You mean?”

“Yes you can certainly invite her to dinner if the woman you were with that night was too busy right?" Mirza chuckles small, she sees the change in the look of danar's face. “kidding, Bro.” Mirza swapped Danar's shoulder. “Find a partner, so you don't feel too comfortable in the office.” Mirza waved her hand before leaving the room.

Danar followed until the door with a smile, but soon after his smile was immediately destroyed as Mirza's sturdy body disappeared from view.

What does he mean he said that? what is he …..

“Pak, our meeting is about to begin. We're a few minutes late.” The melodious voice greeted the secretary spread her gaze in Danar's mind.

Danar's gasps prepared for the meeting room, and Mirza had already left the parking lot. One lump in his heart was resolved. Now there's how he should explain it to Via.

“Hem, Danar should understand my joke.” Guam Mirza while focusing on her steering. “That's it if he's a smart guy,” dekihnya.

Not wanting to be late, Mirza increased the speed of his car. Half an hour later he had arrived at Udin's humble residence. Om Jaka immediately approached as soon as MIrza got out of the car.

“Old really you? Where to?” Sapa Om jaka with his signature style.

“There was business last night Om.”

“Sok matan lu!” Om Jaka sneered angrily and immediately invited Mirza inside.

Mirza immediately met Udin to congratulate him. He hugged Udin neatly in a suit and black peci with a string of jasmine flowers around his neck typical of the groom.

“Congratulations yes, Din. You finally got married too.” Mirza smiled broadly. “Oya Via nitip greetings and congratulations to you. Sorry he couldn't attend because it hurt.”

“Iya Mas, no papa. Thanks much. I am very happy, all this is also thanks to the help of Mas Mirza.” Udin replied with a happy smile.

“Help what's he? There is also me who has picked you up, digelametin you who that day cry-nangis until snot you luber got my shirt!” Sambar Om jaka who just made the laughter of all who heard it.

“Om, don't cry dong. Shame...” Whisper Udin.

“Tau nih, likes to open in disgrace people.” Typhoon Mirza.

“Din, how are you ready?” Pak Haji Barkah appeared asking about Udin's readiness.

“Already hajj.” Answer Udin steady.

“Yes, let's go soon. Half a ten over this.” Haji reminded.

Udin was escorted out of the house by his grandmother and several other relatives to the wedding car.

“Za. I'm in your car, right?” Say Om jaka.

“La, um here up what?”

“Bareng Dad earlier, but it was already a bridal car. My males there, the contents of the nation expired all, the smell of oil wind. Pining my nutmeg!” uCap Om is.

Mirza just stroked the chest, OmnYa is an antique. Not self-conscious if he is also already tuwir, use not want one car with the parents again. But without a lot of words Mirza just sort it out.

Bridal car running front paing. Pak Haji sat in front beside the driver, Udin sitting in the middle seat flanked by his grandmother and sodaranya who is also almost the same age as his grandmother. In the back seat is not much different, the elders of the family are there. Apparently that is what is meant by the expired nation alias expired by Om jaka.

The motorcade of bridal romabongan is very long past the front of the house of Bu Een because the house of Ice Juice is indeed there. No less than 15 cars participated in the bridal group, in addition to Om jaka and Mirza cars, the bride and groom, there are also some cars that deliberately hire Haji Barkah for Udin's neighbors and relatives who want to take part in delivering. Not only that, the sand delivery truck, pick up car hauler sampe odong-odong bricks also participated so that it added the length of the bridal delivery motorcade. today it is special. Because Haji Barkah put all his employees at 8 branches of his matrial store to attend Udin happy day.

“Feelings when I married not very rame kayak gini deh who nganterin.” Mirza said on the way.

“Ya makanaya so my men let you marry a lot who ngiring.” Sahut Om Jaka's.

“I mean Om Jaka I asked to marry again?” Mirza looked at her Omnya.

“Gue didn't say that, but if you want yes ...”

“I am the same Via so fired so Om you know!” Threatened Mirza to squint her eyes.

“But! You yourself are drawing conclusions like that.” The Kilah Om Jaka.

The debate between Om and the nephew paused because of the sound of a notification on the Om Jaka device. It was Denaya who sent the message. He bought nitip by-by when Om Jaka came home later. Om Jaka quickly replied to Denaya's message.

“Bini I have a titipannya if fitting me out. Wonderful, really eat him now.” Om Jaka grumbled after putting his dress in his shirt pocket.

“The name is also wanta breastfeeding Om, naturally. Via who is just pregnant is also so now.” Mirza said that his Omnah sentence was as broken as the curcol.

“He em, where I am now has no milk anymore. Tau that, since new ceprot I love formula milk just a baby so I do not mupeng mulu every malem.”

“Ish! Basic sonplak!” Mirza is upset, maybe Omnya has magic thoughts like that.

“Eh, you'll also be fuming later Za! Later your baby will master your precious bini asset.and elo will mupeng kayak me!” Reply Om Jaka.

“No, I'm even grateful that our son ntar can be full ASI for 2 years.”

“Bolong lu! Watch out for me if you complain to me!” Sinis Om Jaka's.

“Ngak. What is Om Jaka?”

“Why am I?”

“Curcol.”

“Somever!”

“Lha, just what?”

“Not! I was skidding again.” Om Jaka threw a look of annoyance.

Mirza smiled wryly looking gloomy Omnya.

“But if I pay attention to the look of Om Jaka is a bit taper right now? Stay up often, Om?” Mirza started again.

“Huuh, not again.” Om Jaka again showed his full look. “That's orok if noon pules actually sleeps all day. But if she's a malem, sleep five minutes and ten minutes wake her up. Who change diapers, who wear it, hem there anyway.”

“Persis papaanya many behaviors?” Mirza Whiners.

“Again! I'm sorry for the guy.” Om Jaka won't take it. “And you know no, which makes me tepok jidat nih, if I've started creeping deketin his mother, ehh he seems to have an alarm that, must immediately cry. Can it be a baby? Hadeh, forgive me!”

Mirza giggled at the babble. “Propay Yes Om...”

Om Jaka Manyun again threw away his sight. Then his eyes caught an astral figure again standing in front of his house with a difficult view to interpret.

“Eeh Za! Your mother!” Said Om Jaka pointed at astral beings who were none other than Bu Een who was crying standing looking at the car that was flocking past his front house.

Mirza looked at the glass of the sepion. “Yeah! Are you invited by me to Udin?” Surprised Mirza, he also just ngeh if his mother is not in the sacred event of the Udin.

“Gue who ngarang Udin make do not ngundang your mother.” Answer Om Jaka straightforwardly.

Mirza. “Lho, why Om?”

“Don't pretend to bego you. You know your mom is a super duper trouble maker!” Kesal Om Jaka's. “Inget my wedding time is the same Denaya not you? I don't want it to happen again at Udin's wedding as Ice Juice.”

Mirza took a breath. “Mother will be angry big if you know Om Jaka ngelarang Udin ngundang him.”

“Bodo highly!” Om Jaka cuek's.

The bridal motorcade was still going on and Bu Een was still with his camaraderie in front of his house. So curious he was closer to the road and looked at the front of the car that had turned at the end of the intersection.

“OY Mom! why is his face like that?” Tegur Romlah a tetengga Bu Een who was passing by.

“Eh, is this a wedding or what the hell? How did I see my son Mirza's car with Jaka?” Bu Een asked still with his curious face.

“Well, did Bu Een not know? Is this Udin's wedding day? Naturally if Mas Mirza same Om Jaka participate nganterin.” Wonder Romlah.

“What? Wedding Udin?” All of a sudden, Bu Een's eyes were perfectly rounded.

“Iya. Is Mom Een not invited? Did Udin work at Old Bu Een? How could he not hear Bu Een? I was invited, ntar abis dzuhur recipe.” Romlah increasingly astonished.

“Emang he married to whom, how many who ngaterin?”

“Yes with her boyfriend, who else if not the same Ice Juice! That's all the cars that rent Haji Barkah, right the Udin is now working at his place Haji Barkah. In fact, I was given the same contribution as Pak Haji and Om Jaka. Lucky for Udin, already dapet bini beautiful kinyis-kinyis now cooperation of good people and not stingy anymore!” Syndir Romlah with his nyinyir mimic.

Miss Een doesn't care about the Romlah's mistreatment. He was busy cursing in his heart. Inner Bu Een thrashed uncontrollably, he really felt very unappreciated. Why did Udin get to heart not invite him to his wedding? He continued to mengedumel irritated in the heart until he did not realize the Romlah had passed and the bridal motorcade was over.

“You don't know thank you, Din! beware of you, your marriage will not be happy because without my blessing prayer!” Bu Een continued his annoyance by clenching his hands. “This must have been Jaka! He must have poisoned Udin until he didn't kill me! Watch out for you Jaka! Why are you following along too, Za? Want to be your more rebellious son? No one is really a person! You will receive your revenge later!” Ms. Een turned her steps towards the house.

PLOTS UP!

Suddenly a water guava fell on Bu Een's head.

“Aduh!” Bu Een complained about rubbing his head which although not bumpy but quite makes him grimace.

“Basically you are guava, dare to be with me? Watch out, I cut you down later!” Omel Bu Een on the guava tree in front of his house.

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