IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT
68.Why I can forget

After being outside the room Asifa Pak Arya immediately gave orders to her guards.

"Andik you keep it here until Asifa just go home. After that you have to stop and move to Jakarta, the task is there." Mr. Arya's orders.

"Sorry big master, do we not have to watch over young mistress Asifa anymore?"andik asked, there was a sense of heaviness no longer assigned to control Asifa again.

But as a bodyguard, must work according to the orders of his employer. What's more Asifa is just her adoptive son and her young master's ex-wife.

Not because there was any feeling towards her young mistress. Since he was assigned to escort Asifa with Irgi. They feel comfortable having a young mistress, who is kind and friendly.

Asifa is an employer who always cares about each other. If the word is always soft, although rarely talk and keep your distance. Never forget to ask to order everything without the word "please" first.

That kept Asifa in their hearts, who had always wanted to protect Asifa. Like protecting her own sister, now they feel the loss of the figure of Asifa.

"You know for yourself what Asifa's condition is? he needs peace of mind. I know you guys are so lost no, what else am I. As her foster father, since Asifa baby every Sunday always together. Now I have to keep my distance, for the sake of his comfort and kindness. Pray for her the best, if you love Asifa."Said Mr. Arya.

"Good master." The bodyguards, they resigned for the comfort and kindness of his young mistress.

Yes, Mr. Arya knows that the guards. All this time looking after Asifa was like looking after her own sister.

Mr. Arya knows this from Antonio and Haris. Haris was the same whatever else they were both adopted children. Even if they are not on the family card. Haris gets the same facilities as Ardi. It's just that they don't have the same private vehicle as Ardi. But after marriage they get a fantastic gift from Mr. Arya. Like Haris, have a house, a car, a business according to their respective fields of education.

Antonio, Irgi, and a few bodyguards followed Mr. Arya, who will be returning to Jakarta today as well. The plane will fly to Jakarta at 12:30 this afternoon. Where the time is 1 hour away, they rushed to AdiSucipto International Airport Yogyakarta.

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Fahmi just got home, immediately cleaned up. Before cleaning the house, and cooking for lunch.

After finishing cleaning himself, Fahmi immediately cleaned the house and washed clothes. After all was done, Fahmi performed the dzuhur prayer first in the mosque.

A few minutes later Fahmi arrived home, immediately removing the sarong. And fold and then put on the back of the dining table chair.

Heading to the refrigerator, saw there was still chicken ready to fry. Because before being stored in the refrigerator, Fahmi has boiled chicken with fried chicken seasoning.

So when in a hurry Fahmi can quickly finish cooking food. He learned it from his mother, so he got used to cooking by himself.

Once the sambal is ready and the fried chicken is ready. Fahmi took the cucumber as a complement, then washed and cut into pieces.

When all is ready at the dinner table. Just remembered something that wasn't cooked. What else if not rice, because the Indonesian people. It will not be full if there is no rice.

"Astaghfirullah.., why can I forget this how hungry I am again."He muttered while patting his forehead.

Fahmi quickly washed the rice, and cooked it. While waiting he would pick up the cell phone that was in the room. Not forgetting the glove placed on the back of the dining table chair he brought.

As long as he cleaned the house and washed the clothes earlier. His phone is on a charger, because it is almost out of battery power.

It turns out that there were several calls from his brother, father and mother. Because he felt guilty, because he was washing clothes. Soon Fahmi contacted mother first, for her mother more main.

"Hello assalamu'alaikum son." The voice of Fatimah from Sebrang.

"Wa'alaikumsalam ma'am, sorry that cell phone in Fahmi's room was washing clothes."Answer Fahmi.

"Fahmi also misses mother and father. Alhamdulillah, meaning Fahmi is not alone anymore. But what time is ma'am? afraid Fahmi's not home anymore."Fahmi was very happy when he heard his parents were coming.

"We leave in the afternoon, son, maybe before the father and mother magrib get to your house. Don't forget, you sent me your home address."Said ma'am Fatimah.

"Good ma'am then, Fahmi will send it directly to mom after the phone is over."Fahmi.

"Oh yes, how is Asifa? did you see the news yesterday again?"ask Fatimah.

"Pray Zahra ya Ma'am. Zahra is currently in the hospital. It's all night Fahmi and mas Taufiq, who's on guard. And Fahmi just got home at 11 and a half."Fahmi

"That means he's already in Jogja huh? How are things going? is it getting better?"madam Fatimah

"Alhamdulillah has improved ma'am."Answer Fahmi.

"Alhamdulillah if it is better. Yes you have continued your activities, mother closed first yes. Assalamu'alaikum," said Fatimah.

"Ya wa'alaikumsalam ma'am" Fahmi replied.

The phone connection was closed, then Fahmi brought his phone to the dining table.

"This is really old rice, the feeling is already from earlier. The turn again is not waiting for the feeling to mature quickly. Make a hungry stomach wedge what yes," grunts while walking to the refrigerator, there is still one apple. "Much good can make a hungry stomach wedge again." Take the knife, then peel it and cut it into pieces.

Apples are finished, exactly cooked rice. He picked up the rice and ate it.

At night when Fahmi was busy with his work preparing questions for tomorrow's quiz. The phone rang continuously for up to three times, the concentration broke.

"This phone is a big sell, who else just bothers."His grunt.

Seeing the name listed turns out his coworkers on campus.

"Halo assalamualaikum ma'am" Fahmi said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam pak Fahmi. Not busy anymore?"the voice of a woman.

"Alhamdulillah, again make a matter for the children tomorrow."Fahmi replied in a flat and cold tone of course.

"Oh that way, does Mr Fahmi need any help?"with a spoiled tone.

"Are we teaching in the same material? No right? thank you, I don't need help." Fahmi was caught off guard with that one woman.

"Oh yeah, we're different material. At least I can make Mr. Fahmi's spirit..." Not finished already cut by Fahmi.

"Thank you for the offer, assalamualaikum."Immediately disconnect the phone.

"Subhanallah..."Said Fahmi by rubbing his face.

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