How You Give Pain And Happiness Together!
chapters 140.

"Actually at that time Mr. Hamid expressed his feelings as Diah mbak, and when he came home he also stopped by Diah's house because we did not accidentally meet in the lobby.Three are the same Mr. Rizal, too, but my mama asked mas eh pak Hamid to keep a distance with me because my status is a widow and still in the Iddah period" I replied without anything I cover-up from mbak Laras.

"uh uh? who's really Lo?"his question, which was almost intent on what I said, I nodded my head in response.

"excuse me" I who want to say the words mbak Laras was stopped when he saw the waiter of the canteen carrying a tray containing my order on the supermarket.

"excuse me mbak Diah, this is the order. I'm sorry he said mbak Diah did not say what to do, so I bring mixed rice because it is my favorite mbak Diah" he said to make me smile and nod my head.

"yes, why, thank you so much?" my answer.

"sama mbak, if that's why I'm sorry to turn back the kantin ya mbak. later if it's finished mbak can be tipped to ob" he replied directly I nodded. the waiter left after putting a plate of mixed rice and bottled mineral water on my desk.

"eeehh in, keep going. Lo Belom story is finished loh" said mbak Laras who seemed very curious about my story.

"yes, finally, as now, we keep our distance at the request of my mother.Yeah at least until the Iddah period I finish later" I replied, making mbak Laras nod his head.

"that's what I said, if Mr. Hamid it's the same taste Lo. I've been feelling in, Lo really don't believe me" he said still continue eating, he still continued eating, I also started eating mixed rice that had just been delivered.

"but how about it mbak, I realized it was mbak. I am a widow, my son in again. while Mr. Hamid the owner of the company, a Gus anyway. different is far from the same me who is just a bunch of tengginang reservations" I replied making Mbak Laras immediately laugh.

"yes don't be pessimistic it's in, who knows if Mr. Hamid is the real soul mate Lo. continue to tell dong how you can meet with Mr. Hamid first time?" the question is increasingly curious about me and also mas Hamid.

"ah mbak Laras this makes me embarrassed if it's a long story mbak, the time I have to describe one by one mbak. anyways actually I and mas Hamid was long known, long time ago, even then mas Hamid was three or four years old and I was just born.seen from the photos that are told to know his parents" I replied to make mbak Laras stop eating.

"aaahh what did Lo say? already know from the baby, wait a moment. lest the Lo said that Mr. Hamid's parents' best friend was Lo's parents?" his question was that he immediately understood my words.

I nodded my head twice in response because I was scooping the rice and putting it in my mouth.

"meaning, it means beware deh. means,,, fight kok so the rich is already like this for dijabarin" he said making me chuckle small with a mouth that is still full of rice.

"iyaa mbak according to the mind mbak Laras.my family is the family who became the second owner of the pesantren led by Abi Hasyim or his parents Pak Hamid" I replied to make mbak Laras widen the eyes.

"What!!!" he screamed in surprise.

"hust, don't shout mbak. be surprised you don't know, tuh other employees have started to enter" I answered making him shut up.

"sorry, sorry my abs are shocked. means uh but if Lo can work here, you should be able to stay at home while benefiting from the pesantren.ya no heck" the question I answered with my head.

"that's the concept, I work to support my two children. The problem results from pesantren, even to this day what given by his parents Mr. Hamid we have never used at all. the intention is that we and the family will use it for other things that are more useful, for example building a pesantren with all the facilities that are more complete than before" he replied, who immediately got a thumbs up from mbak Laras.

"whaaahh that could be my sister's race to enter the Lo keesantren, yaa quite the price of friends" he said while chuckling.

"the business is still held the same umi Hamidah mbak, but later try me who entrust ya mbak. emang if you can know what class his sister mbak Laras" asked.

"second grade SMP anyway, want to go up to third grade. can not really if moved kepesantren already class so, because if SMP to SMP aja sometimes can not" he asked again made me think.

"emm if still one rayon si may be rich mbak, but pesantren has his parents Hamid already different provinces even though Deket from here" answered a slow nod by mbak Laras.

"kalo so maybe later if you pass SMP, well its SMA dipesantren aja. it can be yes in?" I asked her to answer an enthusiastic nod.

"but I don't expect it to turn out so the story of Lo di, I am an ordinary person just ya until the bells don't believe that it turns out Lo is also one of Ning pesantren" he said to make me chuckle.

"Ning, it is my father who is not a graduate of pesantren mbak. I am just an ordinary woman, just by chance my late father who had the idea of building a pesantren that became more developed. the rest is thanks to the persistence of his parents Mr. Hamid" I replied with a small laugh.

"just be it in, the term is yes Lo it's rich kiban durian collapsed tau ngga. try it if ex-husband Lo know if the Lo family turns out the family has everything, but the family has everything, waaahh surely Lo will be heavily diborotin even they could be begging to let Lo same ex-husband Lo was not divorced.yaa ngga anyway" said mbak Laras make me laugh loudly.

"what the heck mbak, already abisin first ah eat it. I from earlier eat also not end-to-end this happens" I said while spending the remaining rice on the plate.

"assalamualaikum ya ahalal grave" said mbak raya who suddenly shouted like it made mbak Laras wiggled.

"eehh race, you gapapa race? kok can sprain anyway, so eat slowly race" said mbak raya without guilt.

"shit, Lo that makes me sprain.gapain Lo yell rich that, emang Lo think this is a grave, huh!!" annoyed mbak Laras after spending one glass of mineral water.

mbak Raya also scratched her head that did not itch.

"yes, sorry, his ashes are a very rich deserted room not inhabited" he answered greeted the head by mbak Laras.

"just the two of you want a game, dodol!!"furious mbak Laras make mbak raya immediately run to his place.

"already mbak, continue again. five minutes more rest time is up" I said pointing to the clock on the wall.

"that's the basic thing, really" he murmured, shaking his head.

we also serve our meal, which still left a few more bribes, then finish our work which is still very piled up.

"how rich Lo will be overtime here" said mas Laras who I know.

"iyaa mbak, gapapa anyway. good enough to add the contents of the wallet" I replied making mbak Laras screech.

"cih, the money is not radiant as well" he replied making me chuckle a little.

"btw, take me to play at the house Lo kalo weekend in. I will meet the children Lo" said mbak Laras.

"agree, I also time" said mbak raya who apparently heard the words mbak Laras.

"what the heck Lo, follow Lo yes" said mbak Laras who was still upset with the mbak raya.

"i'm going to ask Diah. anyways emang Lo doang what would know the house of Diah with his children, I'm going to the cave" replied mbak raya do not want to lose.

"cih, Lo mah will make a fuss there tau ngga anyway" replied mbak Laras make mbak raya memgut upset.

"already, I can. What is Saturday home from work? you guys aren't there?" I asked the two who immediately shook their heads.

"who does it come from, who's coming from. poci!" mbak Laras replied in the end made the three of us laugh freely.

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