Kara's Woman
Pay debt

Carefully, Anis checked it, and Alhamdulillah fit and he wanted to buy it, one million and five hundred were given, even over one hundred thousand for Shanum snacks, he said.

Ma'am Anis is a career woman, her husband is also a PNS, their lives are enough, but wealth does not make them arrogant.

These eyes were already glazed with glass, although my heart was holding back from falling, still my tears escaped just so wet my cheeks.

Thank God, my problem was finally resolved, the path Gusti Alloh gave was so beautiful. Enjoy what else I can deny.

"Bund, how you crying?" mbak Anis looked at me pity, his hands were holding my fingers.

"God willing, there must be a way, what else for women as good as Ningsih. That's fair, ma'am!" said mbak Anis with trembling lips, maybe he could feel the pain of the life I live.

Anis' mother often saw the bad treatment mas Danang to me during this time, and Anis also often came to help when I was in trouble.

"Aamiin, God willing!

I did not expect, Allah gave His help when I had resigned, do not know how to!" lirihku, tears that continue to flow because of haru and I don't know what is being felt, as if all mixed into one.

"Mbak Ningsih, why not just write a novel?

Now writing a novel in a paid application is quite a lot of income.

Later if mbak Ningsih interested, I will teach you how.

Let Mbak Ningsih no longer confused looking for work outside the house, pity Shanum if it must be lived." mbak Anis looked at me deeply with a warm smile engraved on his thin lips.

"Really mbak?

God willing I want to learn, if it is not troublesome mbak Anis." I replied condolently, and besides I was also from the past hobby of reading and writing stories.

"Yes mbak.

Mbak Ningsih should not hesitate, ordinary. Let's just say we're family." she replied kindly, then Anis said goodbye, because her husband would be coming home soon.

The money needed has been collected, and Alhamdulillah there is still left. At least Lebaran this time I still have a handle even though only a few sheets.

I decided to take a shower and perform the Ashar prayer, because it was fitting in the bathroom I saw was clean, the blood mens did not come out again, Alhamdulillah.

Then intend to go to the house of Bu Desi to deposit the money, Alhamdulillah, the problem can be resolved thanks to the help of Allah SWT.

"Your!" call my daughter, then she walks over to me with a sweet smile.

"Dear, what's wrong?" I asked while stroking his father's face. My heart is always sliced every time I stare in his face, it's so outrageous. There he was happy and lived quite with his affair. Shanum was always neglected and never cared at all for his flesh and blood.

"Let's see, what did Shanum bring?" my girl showed me a black dress and a purple top and black pants and all the famous brands cost hundreds of thousands.

"Who's it, son?" I was confused, but my son actually smiled widely with a face full of happy twinkle.

"This is a delivery from Hans, buk!

There was a courier who just sent, and look in his pants pocket there is also three hundred thousand money, he said the envelope Lebaran for Shanum. This om Hans also wrote a letter." My son handed me a white paper containing a short letter from Hans. The chest feels very tight when considering the gentle and kind man, unfortunately we are not a match, to force me to throw away my feelings for him.

But for some reason, he was always kind and very concerned for Shanum.

"Try, Shanum called Hans, said thank you!" I stared softly at my girl. "You're lucky, son!

although your real father never cared, but there are still many who care and love you, because you were born so special in the life of the mother!" my mind is bitter, with all my strength to hold my tears from falling before my daughter.

Shanum immediately did my orders to call Hans. Shanum seemed to be chatting so cheerfully.

"Well, if it were his father. Shanum would have been much happier." The tightness and tears were falling more and more.

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"Asalamualaikum, Miss Desi!" I knocked on Miss Desi's door and said my regards.

Ms. Desi opened the door with her friendly smile.

"Waalaikumsallm, ma'am Ningsih!

Let's get in!" greet Miss Desi, and we also sit on the soft chair belonging to Ms. Desi in her living room.

"This, Ma. Thank God the money is already there.

Sorry if it's too late and it's too much trouble!" I said I felt bad, because I'm the only one who hasn't paid off.

"Alhamdulillah, I accept the money.

No papa really, there are still many who have not paid, this head feels like it wants to break. Though tomorrow has to be shared." lamented Miss Desi with a lethargic face.

"I guess I'm the only one who hasn't paid yet, but it turns out there's still no one?

Hopefully it will be resolved soon, ma'am, who still has dependents immediately pay off" I said in response to a complaint from Ms. Desi.

"Yes to amiin.

That's Miss Leni is still a little less, almost five million more, it feels dizzy, if it's not finished tonight, can be reprimanded by all mothers!" sahut Bu Desi who looks riled up.

I just smiled, didn't dare to chim in, was afraid of being mispronounced and ending up unkind.

After a few moments of chatting, I also say goodbye to going home, because I do not want to interfere too much in other people's affairs and talk about them. Let it be their own business, I do not have the right to comment, because my own life is also not necessarily spared from the words of people.

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#Second woman (Finished)

#False love is wrong (Lone)

#Love wrapped in Lust (Close )

#Because my son's legacy died at my hands (Capital)

#My dad prefers other women (Lone)

#When Love Should Choose (Done)

#Being My Own Husband's Whore [On going ]

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