FORCED CHEATING
90ROOF

The knock on the door several times made Sofi blink her eyes and move her body to change her sleeping position.

“Ssssssh” Sofi sizzles quietly while fingering the lower abdomen.

Chequelek

The door of the room was opened, a servant entered and approached .

“Mistress, are you okay? Ask the waiter.

Sofi was silent, but the look on her face implied she was holding the casasakan, her hands still on her stomach.

“Master Ram waiting for Madam for breakfast under.” Said the waiter.

Sofi tilted her body making her curl up, and then her stomach pain slowly reduced.

“I have breakfast in the room only, I'm not feeling well.” Said Sofi.

“Good, Mistress. Soon I'll be back to bring you your breakfast.” The waiter nodded and left the room.

Waking up slowly and somewhat limped Sofi walked over to clean herself up.

The waiter approached Ramzi before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast to be brought to Sofi's room.

“Sorry, Mr. Ram. Madam wants breakfast in the room, she says she's not feeling well.”

Ramzi stopped his activities and turned to the waiter.

“Not feeling well?” Ramzi.

"What's he hurting?" Sambar Mr. Alatas.

“Sorry Sir, I did not ask.” The waiter lowered his head. “But it looks like madam has a stomach ache because her hand keeps holding her stomach.”

Ramzi and Mr. Alatas looked at each other.

“Bring her breakfast and don't forget to ask her to drink her bat.” Ramzi's orders to the waiter.

“Good, Mr.”

The waiter went to the kitchen.

“A minute, Papa.” Ramzi.

Mr. Alatas' cynical smile expands beneath his fringed moustache.

“Women j***ng it will bear the consequences.”

“Papa, don't call him like that.” Ramzi.” Protest

“You don't like?”

“She is now my wife.”

Mr. Alatas did not care, he raised his coffee cup while Ramzi immediately closed his laptop.

Ramzi and Mr. Alatas had breakfast without a word. And after Ramzi's breakfast jam upstairs to see Sofi.

Sofi's bedroom door was open, the waiter was standing not far from the door and Sofi was having breakfast on her bed.

“Servant says you're sick?” Ramzi asked without saying anything.

Sofi took a quick look at her husband.

“It's been improved.” Answer's short.

“If anything contact me.” Ramzi said then immediately came out again.

Sofi looked at her husband's back in annoyance.

Hmh! You attention-stuff! Sok good! He thinks that attitude will make me forgive what he did to my family? Just look, I'll make you give back everything you took forcibly from my family!

Sofi was not interested in continuing her breakfast.

“I'm done.” Sofi said to the waiter.

The waiter approached immediately.

“Don't forget to take the medicine, Mistress.” Servant reminded.

Sofi grabbed a glass of water and medicine next to her breakfast bowl and drank it immediately.

The waiter picked up the tray and nodded respectfully out of the room.

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Om Jaka's car enters Mirza's yard as Mirza exits the house towards the garage.

“Hoy, where are you going?” Sapa Om Jaka got out of the car.

“Mau to home mom.”

“Wah, you better not deh.” Prevent Om Jaka.

Mirza wonder. “Why, Om?”

“From yesterday your mother asked me to nemenin she found you to talk about the problem of moving your land name.” The Light of Om Jaka. “Means I didn't go back there. Males denger nagging your mom who is like a fucking firecracker!”

“Well, if you do not sleep at home, continue Om Jaka sleep where semalem?”

Asked so, Om Jaka even heard the grin is not clear.

“Kok even cengengesan?” Mirza was astonished again.

“Log in first yok, ntar I'm storyain.” Take Om Jaka.

Mirza, who was astonished at the omnya, said.

“But don't be long yes story, I have to sneak to mother's house.” Mirza.

Om Jaka cuek aja, he precedes Mirza to the dining room.

“Vi, Om request coffee item dong.” His ink on Via again in the kitchen.

“Lho, any Om Jaka?” Via is a bit of a surprise.

“Iya, i! Who do you think, dhemit?”

Via smiled, then immediately made black coffee orders Om Jaka.

“Sitting you!” om Jaka's orders to Mirza.

“What's Om, use rummy?” Mirza Sebel also on her own omnya.

“What do you want to hear my story while standing? My story is long, can't be shortened.”

“Said not to long critya.” Mirza clucked irritably but also threw her butt in the dining chair.

“Udah dengerin first, bring really you! The son of Endang, as well as the bring!” Ledek Om Jaka's.

Mirza put on a look of annoyance.

“Awas if the story is not important!”

“This is the coffee, Om.” Via came to bring him a cup of black coffee and put it in front of Om Jaka.

“Still yes, Vi. Uh, you want to hear my story all right?” Speak Om Jaka on Via.

“Mas Mirza aja deh, I want to clean the room first, Om.”

“Truth? You will be happy!”

“Let's Mas Mirza tell me Om?” Sahut Via's. “Hoo noon later, because we want to move.”

“Hah? A transfer? Wh who? When's? Whereabouts? How do I not know?” Om Jaka even confused mixed hysterically himself in order to hear the word transfer.

“Udah, don't discuss moving first! Cepetan story Om problem first!” Mirza is upset.

“Yes but who moved? You mean?” Om Jaka is still curious.

“Iya. Later this abis replace me who story.” Mirza still seems annoyed because it starts to be impatient. “Udah darling, you go all the way. Bebes yes.” His request to Via.

Via nodded and headed straight for the room.

“Pick Om story!” Tukas Mirza's.

Om Jaka breathed in slowly before starting his story.

“Gue requested marriage Denaya.” Say Om Jaka slowly.

Mirza did not immediately reply, he was silent for a few seconds convincing himself that what he heard was true.

“Denaya? Denaya his son Hajj Barkah Om Jaka?” Mirza's asking is still unsure as well.

Om Jaka just nodded.

Mirza then looked at Omnya with narrowed eyes as if investigating whether there was anything else that Om Jaka hid from him.

“Why Om Jaka got married Denaya?” Mirza was doubtful, because the article had never known Om Jaka close to any woman after his wife died four years ago.

Om Jaka sighed again, then sipping his steaming coffee made Mirza more curious because the Omnya did not immediately answer.

“What Om Jaka has impregnated.”.

“Uhuk .. uhuk ..” Om Jaka suddenly choked on coffee hearing Mirza's unfastened sentence.

Om jka took a tissue nearby and wiped his mouth.

“You mean I impregnated Denaya that way?” Om Jaka glared his eyes resentfully accused by his own nephew. “Only I am you who can get pregnant with a child carelessly!”

“Kok Om so take me anyway? Who impregnates the child of an indiscriminate person?” Mirza replied in an annoyed tone.

“It's Sofi elu who is clunting right?!”

“Enak! Unproven!”

“But you want to dip too right?”

“Om!” Mirza emotion. “Don't reveal that problem again huh!”

“Ya you are starting!” Om Jaka does not want to lose.

“I'm just the name, do not need to rent dong!”

“How to kayak nudus?”

“I'm not recriminating!”

“Yeah! What the hell is this? Mas Mirza even a storm the same Om Jaka anyway?”

Without them noticing Via who had apparently heard their commotion from the room immediately descended into the dining room.

“Ye, Om Jaka who easily rises blood! His sister's base is Endang!”

“Mas, Om, already dong! People want to tell you why they fight anyway?” Via did not finish thinking with the two of them, was both mature but his behavior was like a boy.

Via sat pulling a chair across the side of the dining table.

“I want to hear the story Om Jaka.” Via pairs of sweet looks make Om Jaka forget about his irritation to Mirza.

“So gini Vi, I was asked to marry Danaya by Haji Barkah.”

“What?” Via reacted in shock. “Haji Barkah the owner of the matrial store and the landlord, Om?”

“Yes, Haji Barkah himself asked me to marry his daughter.” Om jaka reassured.

“Kok can? Doesn't Om Jaka not know Haji Barkah?” Via is getting more enthusiastic.

Then came the story of Om Jaka. Apparently Haji Barkah had already put his heart on Om Jaka from their first meeting when Om Jaka drove Bu Een to his house to pay for the Denaya car that Bu Een bought. Apparently from the introduction Haji Barkah felt Om Jaka was a suitable person to accompany Denaya who had entered the age of head 3 but still not married.

When it was Haji Barkah had asked about the life of Om Jaka, and after Haji Barkah knew that Om Jaka was a widower he was increasingly convinced of his choice.

A few weeks later, they were accidentally reunited at a mosque at a gas station when Haji Barkah was on a business trip to Jakarta. From there Haji Barkah became more interested and convinced that Om Jaka was the right person to become a priest for his daughter. After chatting long enough after praying, Haji Barkah invited Om Jaka specifically to come to his house. So be Om Jaka come home with Mirza when Mirza to Jakarta.

Via mangosteen-mangut hear the saying Om.

“Wah. Om Jaka will be a rich man who is not twisted!” Mirza. “Accept Om, dear if rejected, hehe...”.

“Huh! Dsar matre lu, like your mom!” Decak Om Jaka is upset.

“Terus Om Jaka already love jawban?” Via curious.

Om Jaka nodded.

“What's the answer?” Mirza and Via asked almost simultaneously.

“Yes I received.”

Mirza and Via smiled happily.

“Congratulations Om, just a moment Om Jaka will change status, hahaha...” Mirza chuckles to her Omnya.

A moment later Om Jaka's face turned flat.

“But I'm confused, Za. How do you say it's the same with your mom? I also want to ask for his blessing, so he is also my brother.”

“Why confused? Just say yes, Om.”

“Eh, Bokir! Pan your mother was very fond of your soul mate with Denaya her son Haji Barkah. Then what happens if suddenly I finally marry Denaya?” Om a little upset.

“That was it, Om. I have never been interested in Denaya, in my heart it is full of the same name Via.” Mirza looked at Mirza. “Yes right, baby?” Mirza held out her hand at Via.

“Thank you dear Mas Mirza, I have chosen you to be your wife.” Via welcomes Mirza's hand.

They held each other and threw smiles.

“Yeah, even sayng-happiness in front of me!” Kesal Om Jaka's. “This is how I told your mother, Bokir!” Om jaka clapped Mirza's arm.

“Ya, just say it. Direstuin or not, Om Jaka must remain married. Kan Om Jaka does not need a guardian to marry with Denaya.” Mirza said casually

“Yes too anyway, but I just males dengerin your mother who later must be nagging.” Om Jaka put on a bete look.

“But Om Jaka actually nikahn Denaya because of love right, not because of his property?” Ask Mirza later.

“Gosh! Are you, I suspect it again? The son of Endang!” Kesal Om jaka's.

Mirza even chuckled at the annoyed Omnya, Via just a smile.

“Kalo love anyway maybe not yet. But I admit Denaya is a good woman. She is sholeh and beautiful as well as smart. You don't, he's the best graduate of S2 campus in Jakarta.” Om Jaka looks very proud of his future wife. “He is also now hijab, make me more amazed.” The eyes of Om Jaka mnerawang and his lips revealed a smile as if seeing the beautiful face of his future wife on the ceiling of Mirza's house.

"What's wrong if I open my heart to him?" Say Om Jaka later.

"Om Jaka really. Om must immediately have a family so Om someone takes care of." Said Via.

"Pertinyiinyi...."

PLOK!

om Jaka clapped Mirza's arm.

"What the hell are you, minyi-minyi so?" Om Jaka sebel's.

"The question is whether the Plan would marry Om Jaka?"

"Yes, obviously!" Sahut Om Jaka fast. "Gue is a cool charismatic widower in women's dreams." Continue with confidence.

"It is great that Om Jaka can conquer the heart of Haji Barkah and his son." Salute Via.

“Yes, Yok! I'm getting Om!” Mirza stand. “I also no need important same mother.”

“Hah?” need important what?” Wonder Om jaka.

“Honey, please fetch all the certificates.” Pinta Mirza on Via.

Via nodded then took out the file that her husband had requested.

Om jaka stared at his nephew intensely.

“That certificate is your mother's name?”

“Iya. We go peke car Om aja yes. After that I want to ask for help Om to help me with Via moving to the rented house later in the afternoon.”

“Hah? This fast?” Om jaka is shocked.

“Faster is better, Om. I'm the same Via will start our new life. I hope you won't disturb our home again."

Om Jaka patted the shoulder of MIrza to give her support.

“Gue salute you, Za. You're cool, real boy!” Praise Om Jaka sincerely.

Then they immediately went to Bu Een's house after Mirza got his home certificate.

Bu Een was a little surprised to see the arrival of Mirza and Jaka together.

“This letters home and land are all already on behalf of mother. From now on everything is officially owned by mother.” Mirza said directly to the problem and gave all the land letters to his mother.

As if a fairy who suddenly cheered passed by, Bu Een gawked for a while. He really didn't expect Miza to actually make her own words.

“Za, you've thought ripely about all this?” Ask Bu Een doubtfully.

“Udah. And after this I ask you no longer to interfere in my household affairs with Via.” Mirza.

“You want to break up with your own mother?” Ms. Een is offended.

“It's not so, Mom. I just want to live with Via.”

“So you mean your life hasn't calmed down because of mom?” Ms. Een is offended.

Mirza gave a rude snort, she scouted the right vocabulary so as not to offend her mother again.

“Bu, believe. I love my mother, I have no intention of breaking the relationship between mother and child. Until whenever my mother is my biological mother and ..”

“Kalo that's the way you wouldn't prefer your wife!” Cut Bu Een started to get emotional.

“It's not about choosing, Mom. Via is my wife whom I must take care of and protect, I have sworn to be her priest to the Lord when Ijab qobul wedding day. Huge sin if I hurt her, Miss.”

“Where to sin by abandoning his own biological mother?” Bu Een's voice was rising.

“Yu! For example, do not just want to win alone in the name of sin!” Sambar Om Jaka who was upset to be a listener just now.

“Shut up, Jaka! I'm not talking to you!” Reply Bu Een growled.

“Udah, Yes. Do not need to be driven, the eyes of your mother's heart is closed the same hatred. Free you talk at length for an explanation, he will not accept.” Sinis Om jaka's.

“Lack of you, Jaka!” Snapped by Bu Een.

“No need to shout Yu, no blood pressure rise.” Om jaka cuek. “Remember the age, it is old that is multiply istigffar not even...”.

“Do not nasehatin you!” Cut off Bu Een again.

“Tuh, right. Yes, Yuk pull it out. Males I ngomog same mom you.” Om Jaka stand up.

“Bu, believe. Me and Via will always be there for mom.” Mirza said slowly by looking at her mother's face that was already red.

Mirza reached out to kiss Bu Een's hand but BU Een dodged.

“Mother would not be kissed by an ungodly child like you!”

The deg!

Mirza's heart was pounding, she didn't think the words would come from her mother's mouth.

“Udah, already…. Don't need to be ati.” Tukas Om Jaka who saw the change in the look of Mirza's face. “One more good news for sampena Yu.” Om Jaka.

Miss Een threw away her face not wanting to see them both.

“Gue wants to marry Denaya. I hope to come later, but if not also yes papa, I do not make.”

WHWHAT?

JENGJENGS!

Bu Een turned his head and looked at Om Jaka in disbelief. From the look of his face looks so great that Bu Een is in shock.

“Then you no longer know me, right? I'm not wrong, right? You want to marry Denaya her son Haji Barkah whose math shop is everywhere? Which land and rice fields are not countless? The richest district? The ...”

“Iye is not wrong! You're right, Yu Endang aka Yu Een my dearest mbakyuku!” Firm Om Jaka which of course immediately makes Bu Een stunned.

“Udah, I say goodbye. Yuk, Za. Unplug!” Om Jaka stepped up while patting Mirza's arm.

They go home leaving a shocked Miss Een alone. He seemed tired of regulating the breath and still hoped that everything that happened to him just now was just a dream.

“Yeah, I think I should be a fairy to this ENT doctor. I must have been wrong about Jaka.” Mumbled Bu Een with a daze that plagued him.

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Hello, akak, how are you? ^______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sorry, 2 days not up. 🙏🙏🙏

The new author's family is in trouble.😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

The author's cousin died on Saturday, asking for his prayer for the deceased to be forgiven for all sins and accepted for his good deeds. Alfatihah.. 🤲🤲.

I hope I forgive the author….😍😍😍

Thank you for always waiting for the continuation of Via & Mirza 🙏🙏🙏🤩🤩🤩🤩

Don't forget to leave a trace, Yes kak😉😉😀

Luv u all🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘