IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT
87.Reminded friends.

"Okay, thank you, you're still asking me for my opinion. If you don't mind, I just want to suggest a sale to my friend later. He can come home today or tomorrow. It depends on your request, baby. It's nothing, so it's safe later the transaction at Asifa's house just to be safe. For most of the money, transfers. And then some cash, if for the barbeque event later need a guard say the same father."Said Mr. Arya.

"Thank you before. If for sale Asifa still receive. But for the guards don't have to well, fear the citizens at awkward later."Asifa said she refused the guard, which her foster father would provide.

"Well if that's your wish, princess, yes. Later if there's time for father and opa to come. But if it's not there, I'm not coming, baby. Yes, assalamu'alaikum."Mr. Arya terminated his phone call.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"Asifa immediately put her phone on the table. There was only a moment of notification on his phone. When I saw who it was from, it turned out from his foster father. The contents of his message explained the phone number of his friend who owns a jewelry store in Jogja. Because he wanted to finish the business quickly Asifa called the number.

"Who's good this morning?"ask the voice of the woman from across.

"Hello good morning too, is this true with Djohar Herlambang's number?"ask Asifa.

"Who is this with? my husband is in the bathroom." It turned out that his wife picked up the phone.

"I'm Asifa Az Zahra, someone wants to talk to Mr. Djohar bu. If I could get to him....." Directly sprayed, by his wife Djohar sir.

"Oh this is his widow Ardi Kusuma Dinata. Do you want to talk to my husband? are you already poor so want to tease people's husbands. By relying on that beauty of yours, to ruin people's households!!!"The impact made Asifa away from the phone from her ears.

"Astaghfirullah's... Sorry ma'am if I'm talking please don't cut it....." Cut it again.

"Don't bother, what else can you do. If I don't want to flirt with my husband. What else ....." Directly samber by her husband, namely Djohar sir. His right hand smothered his wife's mouth, and his left one was holding a cell phone while answering the phone leading his wife to the sofa. "Who are you from?" tanyakanya.

"Is this with Mr. Djohar Herlambang? I'm Asifa Az Zahra." Answer Asifa.

"Oh, Hermansyah's daughter?"ask by pressing the luospeaker button.

"Sir, do you know my father?"ask Asifa, because there is a sense of confusion. If you know why his wife does not, just yelled and censored him.

"I don't know your Papa Miss. But I know your father-in-law and your foster father Miss. Sorry for all my wife said, Miss. Is there anything you can help?"ask Djohar sir.

"So sir I want to offer you jewelry, if you can accept anyway. Tell you what, sir, let us freely talk can you come to me in Jogja as well. I've forgiven your wife."Asifa.

"Well I'll come, I'll help you as much as I can. If Miss wants me to come now with my wife. Let there be no more misunderstandings, how about Miss?" ask Djohar sir, ask Asifa's opinion.

"Good sir I wait, and the address I will send via chat. Thank you good morning."Asifa.

"Okay, Miss, good morning."Reply Djohar sir before closing by Asifa.

Then he remembered that he had promised to meet a successful businessman in jewelry. They own a diamond jewelry store. Surely that makes his wife suspicious of Asifa who incidentally her a widow. Will tempt her husband, but Asifa will only sell gold jewelry and diamonds only.

"Why should I think of anything that harms me." Asifa grumbled while sending a crumb address to Djohar sir.

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Diana and her parents Asifa. That is Miss Hafsah and Mr. Herman, still continue with breakfast.

"Why is Asifa angry Tan?"ask Diana who's on the sidelines.

"That's what he did for you. So that you do not forget your duty as a wife. Maybe Asifa saw you, didn't call your husband. So that's what Asifa did, as a warning to you. Since he was already in this position then he did not want his best friend to experience the same thing."Answer ma'am Hafsah.

"Have you not contacted your husband Di?"asked Mr. Herman, he also agreed with his daughter. Didn't want Diana to forget about her duties as a wife. Even though she was not at home, at least Diana paid little attention to her husband.

Diana thought about what Asifa and her parents had to say. Why did she forget her duties as a wife. What if what my friend said really happened. He will not be able, especially now there is his heart. That must be considered, as a mother will not be able to let her child hurt. Heartache for his parents, who lived apart. It will be bad for both of his children. He will not allow that to happen, in his household.

What's more, this time an actor, not just a widow. Because many women now justify all means to achieve a happy life. Not even concerned with the feelings of women.

"Astaghfirullah's.... Oh God why Diana forgot about it Tan. Sangking happy Diana could meet Asifa, forgetting the obligation as a wife. Thank you for reminding Diana. Diana had completely forgotten, of obligation. Yesterday Diana just sent a chart to Irfan. Now Diana's coming to the room first to call Irfan."Pamit she Diana, and was nodded by her parents Asifa.

Diana goes to Asifa's room, where she slept with Asifa last night. When he arrived at Asifa's room, it was not accidentally that Asifa was talking to herself. With his gloomy face it looked very serious. And his hand was typing on something on his cell phone. Diana is convinced that Asifa received a phone call insulting and berating Asifa so much that she looks upset.

Asifa herself was upset and had many plans today. So serious that he didn't realize that the door to his room was open. Until Diana was next to him unconscious.

"So seriously, who pissed you off is that me?"Pretending not to hear Asifa's chatter earlier. That made Asifa surprised by his surprise.

"Astaghfirullah.....! Diana could not go in say hello first."Omel Asifa to her best friend.

"Yee you, that's too serious until my greetings don't hear." He said it when he did not say hello at all. Intentionally to divert Asifa's mind which was again complicated like a thread.

"Yes? seriously I don't hear you say hello." said Asifa who was done with her cellphone.

"Yes, I have repeated.....

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