HURT SECOND WIFE'S
HSW CHAPTER 100. Arrival of Journalists
Ustadz Alzam passed from the room with the man looking at his departure with a look of pity.
After arriving at the car ustadz Alzam immediately drove the car back home.
"Explain what this means, son?" asked the mother who was standing at the door with a slightly raised tone of voice.
"Assalamualaikum Ma'am," said Ozam while shaking his mother's hand to be greeted.
"Wa'alaikum salutations." His mother replied in a loud voice. He was disappointed in his son now.
Ustadz Alzam shook his head at his mother's attitude. "Why the hell, Mom, how do you feel like you're upset?" Ustadz Alzam did not understand what made his mother angry.
"See that!" His mother pointed at the television that was lit in the living room. Ustadz Alzam walked into the house and looked at the television.
"Astaghfirullah, it is very fast to spread if there is news that is not true like this" complained ustadz Alzam. Nowadays everything is fast. Gossip that is not true will quickly spread like mushrooms in the rainy season.
"I told you you'd better get married. Your age is more than enough to build a home. Even refuse to continue if the mother is a match, ultimately disturbing the household of people. Just be shy." The mother sat next to the ustadz Alzam with a frowning expression.
"Mom listen to Alzam's explanation first, it's not what it says. It was just a misunderstanding that was spread into a slander. Do you believe that this mother's child can disrupt someone else's household?"
Austadz Alzam's mother fell silent at her son's question. It felt like he could not believe what he saw on the flat screen that was displayed in front of him now. But what power he cannot. Inwardly think whether there are people who are so willing to spread such slander. Doesn't that person fear coming into contact with the law for defaming the good name of others?
"I know you don't believe." Ustadz Alzam breathed a rough breath. "That means the mother has not known so in her own child," said ustadz Alzam again, regretting the attitude of his mother.
"Not so, son, explain to me exactly what happened. Forgive the mother who has misjudged you" his mother regretted.
"It was actually just a video of me helping a woman lying helpless in front of Sarah Bu's apartment unit. So, it was impossible for Alzam to let the woman's body lie there constantly without anyone helping. What if the one who found him was a bad guy? Alzam did carry him to Sarah's room," explained ustadz Alzam and his mother just nodded understandingly.
Actually he believes in Ozam ustadz, there is no way his son will do indecent especially with the wife of people. However, he also needs to think realistically that man will never escape the wrong name and sin. Maybe his son was a Khilaf.
"If you don't believe me ask Sarah," continued ustadz Alzam, his eyes implied honesty. "He was in his room at the time."
"Well, I believe, once again forgive me."
Ustadz Alzam nodded. "I'll excuse you to go to the room first, ma'am, take a break."
"Yes, son."
Ustadz Alzam went to the room and tried to break his body which was crumbling as a result of the star's blow. His mind was tired too. Although as hard as he tried to be calm and patient, this ordeal still tormented his heart.
"Oh my God, what should I do?" Ustadz Alzam is really tired he wants to sleep for a while maybe so it will make his body better a little bit.
"Sister! Sis!" Sarah screamed from outside. Ustadz Alzam who almost closed his eyes so urung to rest.
"Sara? Moreover, the child, coming not to say hello, but even screaming." Ustadz Alzam got up from lying down and walked out.
"There aren't a lot of reporters outside, don't he want to interrogate you about the news." Ustadz Alzam's mother looks pale. He did not want his son to go viral with bad news.
The mother seemed to close the door so that people could not enter and meet Ustadz Alzam.
"Kok closed Ma'am?" ask ustadz Alzam wonder.
"Let them add more trouble to us" replied the mother.
"But I heard Sarah's voice. Looks like he's outside ...." I haven't been able to continue to talk Sarah screams again.
"Sister! Mama! Open door!"
Geck, tok, tok.
"It's true that Alzam was talking, Sarah was with them." Ustadz Alzam shook his head remembering Sarah's words on the phone turned out to be no joke. His sister invited reporters.
Ustadz Alzam opened the door. Sarah looked behind the door.
"Wick in Sarah I don't want that reporter
fuck your brother." The old woman looked pale and her body trembled in fear.
"Relax Mom, don't be afraid" Sarah said, embracing her mother.
"How can you not be afraid to see them. What are they going to do in this place? Aren't none of us artists?" cerocos the mother.
Sarah laughed at her mother who was so stupid. Indeed, he thought only artists were hunted by journalists. Wherever the place can get news or information, the name of the journalist will certainly approach as well as the proverb where there is sugar there are ants.
"Talk right do not make the mother tremor" protests ustadz Alzam.
"Yes, yeah. Look Mom, I don't have to be afraid of them coming here because they were invited by Sarah" Sarah explained.
The mother was in shock and immediately convulsed.
"Mom, why's mom?" Sarah shook her mother's body because she was so worried. However, the mother's body immediately fell to the floor and fainted.
"Such a problem, really," protested ustadz Alzam while crouched down to hold the mother into the room.
"Sorry, not intentionally!" sarah shouted as Austadz Alzam moved away from her.
"Friends sorry the show was postponed for a while. Wait till my mom comes back to her senses." Finda's best friend immediately shook Sarah's head.
"Auw sick to know Fin main get a head. What if my smart brain becomes stupid because it is being pushed along with you. You have to take responsibility!"
"Tuh mom, still thinking about the news," protested Finda.
"Ah yes."
"Mother!" sarah shouted as she chased Ustadz Alzam into the room.
"Don't be noisy, just get some wind oil in there!"
"Yes, sister" Sarah answered, scowling and went out of the room to take her brother's order. He then returned to his mother's room with the same expression.
"No need to frown, this is because of you" protested ustadz Alzam.
"No need to lash out Brother, the wrong one is not Sarah but Sister Alzam" he argued.
"Well because of me?" the Ustadz Alzam.
"That speech was a prayer and Mr. Alzam said I was going to tremor. Yeah, it's happened and I finally fainted."
"You?" Ustadz Alzam shook his head, his sister does sometimes like to argue with him, but actually Sarah is obedient when it comes to things that enter his logic.
"But it's okay I don't have a bad feeling about you, it means you'll be okay."
"Hm." Ustadz Alzam lazily responded to Sarah's remarks.
After throwing wind oil on his forehead and forehead his mother ustadz Alzam put wind oil on his nose the mother will probably accelerate his consciousness from fainting. Sarah came out of the room again and made warm tea so that when she realized her mother could immediately gulp it.
A few moments later the mother woke up.
"Drink first, ma'am." Sarah poured warm tea on the mother's lips and the old woman took a sip.
"How did the reporter get home?" The mother still thinks.
"Not yet ma'am let us kick him out first. Come on, Brother Alzam." Sarah pulled her brother's hand.
"Can't be alone, can you?" ustadz Alzam wondered at Sarah's attitude. It is not that he has ever said that he is not afraid of anyone because he has been equipped with martial arts.
"Bu Sister Alzam won't." Sarah whined while laughing in her heart.
"Don't let your sister talk to them."
"Good Mom." Ustadz Alzam could at least refuse his mother except for one thing: matchmaking. For him to marry was quite a once in his lifetime. So he must not carelessly accept a woman. He really should choose his life partner later.
"Finda please take care of mom!" Sarah glanced at Finda. The girl just smiled while shaking her head. He understood what Sarah was going to do outside.
"Then squint your eyes." Ustadz Alzam who saw the lightening eyes of Sarah immediately protested.
"Sister Alzam is not busy his prayers are always ugly. Ah come on!" Sarah was getting tighter pulling her sister's hand out.
"Yes Sarah I can walk alone."
"Hehe .. fine." Sarah let go of her hand in the hands of the Ozam ustadz and walked out to some journalists who had been told to wait by Sarah.
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