
The courage of a wife expresses the feeling she has been feeling in her heart. Now for three years he revealed to the figure of a husband who had the heart to leave her for another woman who might be more beautiful than him.
"Father may go through his happy days with his new wife, joking at each other to combine love in both of them. want that time Mother revolted and came to the Actor who had taken the Father from me. But at that time I thought back. Let me accept my destiny path in honey by my husband. As long as he does not forget his children. But the truth is far from hope. You never come home to just look and ask me about myself and your son." Lirih Lisnawati in stifled anger. Then continue his speech.
"Today my husband who has been away for three years came to see me and brought me back. Makes me and the kids surprised and ugly about you. So with this before you touch and enter into this family. I wanted to ask if it was purely a return of my own accord or a mane from my young wife.?" Ask Lisnawati.
Hilman currently could not answer he just silently silent his gaze my eyes stared at his wife who he had left for three years.!!
"Maap.!! Say it short.!!
"Answer questions from Mr.'s mother." Lisnawati Pinta.
"Not a word. But ask for a reasonable explanation.' Pinta Lisnawati again.
Quiescent. That was the answer from Hilman right now.!!
"Well if you don't want to answer questions from Mom. It is with great honor that I refuse to be together again." Lisnawati said then left her husband who was on the porch.
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Even more afternoon the sun began to change the yellowish color of the twilight sign will come in the village of Situ Babakan. The middle-aged woman with her two children and one daughter-in-law is now at the residence of Mother Romlah. His birth grandmother Muhammad Awan Pratama.
"Mother tonight I'm staying here." Lisnawati said that afternoon.
"Hmm." What's up.?" Why do you want to stay here while your husband is left behind.?" Ask her real mother.
"Let Ma'am, she contemplated alone digesting and weighing my words, which I and my husband had spoken at length but she gave no answer." Her words were lethargic.
"As far as you are. I don't want to interfere in your household affairs that make my head dizzy.!! Remember one thing, I'm your real mother and your daughter-in-law Dena was assigned by your third child Awan to monitor Hilman's movements." Romlah said firmly.
"I already know Mom. That's why I stopped talking and asked the father of the child directly. But he just flinched without giving an answer." Said the five-born woman.
"Our Lisnawati should not be prejudiced against anyone else. But that suspicion must exist. Besides, I was with your children and was also surprised when your husband arrived and asked to return again. After three years of leaving his family." Romlah said curious.
"It's easy for my husband to come back with remorse and no other meaning ma'am." Lisnawati could only hope.
"Amiin yaa robball allamiin. Easy to menduase Lis." Say Romlah and amin right by his son-in-law.
Dusk has come the sound of adhan magrib reverberating in the Nurul Huda Mosque, which is not far from the residence of the stage house of Granny Romlah. Lisnawati rushed towards the bathroom to consecrate herself to the divine Robbi. Likewise with the biological mother and her son and daughter-in-law.
Tonight is the night of one shuro pas where her third child is born into the natural world, every year on the night of one shuro. Lisnawati always welcomed the coming of the month by reciting the holy verse of the Quran until the hour where Muhammad Awan Pratama was born at 02:00 in the morning.
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After arriving at the residence of the house of Tedi Ferdiansyah, the young man was now ready to continue the journey to the peak area of Bogor.
The journey of the Youth is now accompanied by the owner of the Future Nugraha Company to just stay in touch and participate in welcoming the date of one shuro that is usual Abah Aden Haruman and his students held a Tawasul or teaching at Mount Masigit. It is said that Mount Masigit is a place to learn to teach his Eyang Haji Suryakencana Gunung gede.
"Sir Awan has he put his motorbike into the car garage.?" Ask Tedi Ferdiansyah by wearing Koko's suit and vegetable pants and wearing black peci.
"It's Mr. Ustadz Tedi." The Cloud Temptation giggles. Until Tedi Ferdiansyah furrowed his forehead called ustadz.
"Let's go.! What time is the show.?" Ask Tedi Ferdiansyah.
"If the date is one syuro, Abah Aden Haruman used to start his alawasul from 10 pm, but before we gather first at his house Aden Haruman." Answer Cloud.
"Means we're running her car casually huh.! Tedi Ferdiansyah.
"Yes the Great Lord. Later in the food stall we buy some cigarettes and bottled water to prepare there." Word Cloud.
"OK." You brought the car." Pinta Tedi gave the car to the young man.
A unit of Pajero Sport drove out of the gate of the luxury house that night. In the car, two men of different ages were staring at the front of the windshield.
The car also shot across the streets of Cianjur labuan that night towards the peak area of Bogor at a speed of 60 km per hour.
Right in one of the Citamiang car parapatan driven by the 15-year-old boy stopped to buy cigarettes and other food to be served at Abah Aden Haruman's house.
"Sir, if anyone wants to buy. Let me just go to her shop." Cloud said after the car stopped and parked safely.
"Please buy 234 cigarettes with Aqua bottled water only Nak." Said Tedi Ferdiansyah taking out his wallet. But rejected by the clouds.
"The money exists. Great Lord hehehehe." Resist Clouds.
"Yaa. Thank you in advance.!! Said the middle-aged man.
"Ready..............!! He got out of his car and walked towards the shop.
Shortly after that the young man finished giving cigarettes and some food and drinks. The two of them immediately got into the car continuing the journey which was only one kilo meter away to the house of Abah Aden Haruman.
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