IT WAS THE WIDOW'S FAULT
88. Gotta slow down

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

"Yes I have repeated it again, assalammualaikum princess Asifa...." Diana.

"Wa'alaikumsalam my beautiful best friend plenary."Answer Asifa.

"So seriously, what do you think? do not think of the heavy, think aja aja beautiful when with mas Fahmi later."Said Diana intent to divert Asifa's mind that did not create stress.

"Yes, I no longer think heavy. Don't forget your husband before you think about my feelings. Your husband's main feelings, before the husband forgets that he still has a wife." Reply Asifa who does not want her best friend to experience the same thing to be a widow.

What else this friend already has two hearts, how will his fate be. He did not want to be stamped as the cause of the destruction of his best friend's household. Because of taking care of her problems, her husband felt less attention from his wife.

"Astaghfirullah. Yes, I've been here just to grab my phone which is on the charger. Thank you for your concern for me and my home. You are the best friend I have. Excuse me for the guest room first yes, assalamualaikum."The one that came out of Asifa's room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam,"Asifa shook her head at the behavior of her best friend. Now he is forgetful, but still young. But Asifa also felt guilty, because it was the cause of her best friend to forget her husband. Asifa, therefore, constantly rebuked him.

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Fahmi finished washing clothes, and his parents' clothes were soaked. Fahmi did not want to be too tired, because yesterday afternoon just got straight to Asifa's house. Continue to dinner and discuss plans for Sunday night. For a barbeque event that will invite one person RT.

Yes Ms. Fatimah after soaking clothes directly cook for breakfast today. After almost two months he did not cook for his youngest child. The day he cooked vegetable kale, fried tofu sambel terasi and fried fish mujair. Which is already available in the refrigerator, and provided by Fahmi yesterday morning before leaving for campus.

Mr. Daryanto swept the yard, and watered the flower plants. Even in the courtyard of the house it was not only flowers, but there were chili trees and spice ingredients. Which began a lot of leaves, because it was only one month in tanami.

"This child is not in Jakarta is not here the home page is always there kitchen material."Mumbled pak Daryanto.

Apparently the presence of Mr. Daryanto, noticed by the neighbors. Especially mothers, but not reprimanding them. But when they met face to face with Mr. Daryanto they smiled. Mr. Daryanto also returned a smile as well, because as scattered. If smiling at that person as worship as well. In order not to say arrogant, to someone he just met.

After finishing washing clothes, Fahmi immediately dried clothes. Once finished Fatimah ma'am came in shock that her clothes and husband were in the clothesline.

"Fahmi really clothes your mother and father wash as well. I want to wash after breakfast, thank you for washing. Let's have breakfast now, mom's cooking." Fatimah said, taking her son to breakfast.

"Yes mom, Fahmi does not want to be tired, because yesterday mother was tired. Fahmi is hungry now. And already miss the mother's cooking, because it's almost two months. Mother with Anis and Husna. And I'm alone, cook alone, eat alone, all by myself."Complain Fahmi, and spoiled embrace his mother.

"What a pity, it's like a dangdut song."Fatimah said with a smile teasing her son.

"Yes ma'am, if it's not wrong 'one number' hehehe."Fahmi said while grinning.

Arriving at the dining room, Mr. Daryanto has been waiting since. Finally the three of them had breakfast with wisdom. Even Fahmi to add food because this is the cuisine that he missed.

"So slowly my father and mother will not spend all this."Mr. Daryanto said he was teasing his son, who was eating very greedily. Even impressed very hasty, afraid of the exhaustion of food in front of him.

"Hehehe Fahmi is hungry, plus kangen with the taste of mother's cooking." Fahmi said in between he ate it.

"Yes you know that, you still have to slow down so as not to sprain."Mr. Daryanto said.

"Yes sir. Oh yes today Fahmi asked for help ma'am." Fahmi Pinta.

"What do you want help, dear?"asked Fatimah, confused what his son wanted to help.

"Looky ma'am. You can sort the veins, Fahmi asked for help. Mother please massage prospective mother-in-law yes, pity Zahra deck. The day after the show he was still on a limp road. It would definitely make it difficult for him to welcome the guests. If it has been ordered Fahmi also has calmed."He said, because that was what he always thought.

"Yes, mom will come to her house. Mom also pity him anyway, seeing him walk while grimacing. Hasn't it been sorted at all?" ask Fatimah.

"If according to the story mas Taufiq has not been ma'am. You see Zahra's deck doesn't want to, because there are injuries. So they just follow the will of Zahra's deck."Answer Fahmi.

Both of his parents Fahmi nodded as a sign of understanding. Fahmi is happy both parents, already willing to help his future wife.

"Oh yes sir, after breakfast to the home pack RT report. If father and mother are already here, and immediately in the process of his ID card here as well."Take Fahmi, to his father.

"Yes, and hopefully before your wedding is over."Mr. Daryanto said.

"If you can't use the archives yet sir. And ask for a description of Mr. RT, and KK is also ready."Fahmi.

"Well, where is Herman's house and RT's?" ask Mr. Daryanto.

"Near Mr. Herman sir, even the tent that will be installed later until the house pack RT. Because the house is at the end of the alley of Mr. Herman's house."Fahmi replied explaining to his father, about Mr. Herman's plan last night.

After breakfast pack Daryanto and Fahmi to the local RT pack house. To report yourself that it has arrived and immediately do the recording and photos. For the ID card process in Jogja, and become a resident of Yogyakarta.

After finishing his business, both Fahmi's parents stopped by Mr. Herman's house. But not for Fahmi, because he had to go to college immediately to teach.

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