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It looks a two-story house with a fairly luxurious interior compared to the buildings that have been passed before. This house is quite far from the previous houses. Even the previous houses seem more simple with one lanttai. This area is more impressed rural or can even be called remote.

“How far is the destination Pak?” ask Anisa to Mr. Haris. It has been three hours drive, until now stopped in front of the two-story house.

“This is my mama's house, we rest here first before returning to Jombang,” replied Haris.

Anisa follows Haris behind her. That's the wooden door. Shortly after, a middle-aged mother came out and smiled at Farhan. It must be Mr. Farhan's mother, Anisa thought. The two of them hugged each other, like they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

“How long have you not seen Mama? Imah is returning home, so Mama herself,” said the middle-aged mother to her son.

“Sorry Ma, Haris can only visit Mama at this time,” replied Haris.

The middle-aged mother's gaze was fixed on a canting woman behind her son. Adored Anisa. Anisa kissed the mother's hand in her honor. A smile was engraved on the lips of the mother.

“Come in Nak,” she told Anisa. Anisa nodded and went inside.

Anisa is escorted to a room by Haris. Then Haris left her to keep Anisa clean and rest.

“Not Mr Haris ever say if his parents are all dead?” anisa muttered after Haris came out. He just remembered Haris' statement last time.

“Who is that? Your candidate?” the mother asked her son who was sitting next to her after delivering Anisa.

“Just pray Ma,” answer.

“She's beautiful, sweet, looks like a fine woman. Smart kid mama looking for candidates,” Said Mama.

“Iya Ma, very good,” the answer is short. Then it went upstairs. Looks like it's in his room.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Anisa opened her bedroom door. The middle-aged mother brought a bowl of soup and water to Anisa.

“Say Farhan, you don't want to eat together... Why?” mother asked after being invited in by Anisa.

Anisa smiled, “It's okay Mom, just not tasteful,” Anisa replied.

“Your hand is injured, Mama briefly get red medicine,” said the mother was about to move from her seat.

“No need Ma'am, I'm fine. I just want to ask for help to Mom,” pinta Anisa.

“Bby, ask please what Nak?” ask the mother.

“Can I borrow Mom's phone? I want to tell my husband,” pinta Anisa a little pleading.

Engraved a touch of shock on the mother's face. Is it possible that his only child carries away people's wives? Holy hooch! How could his son be like that?

“Boleh Nak for a moment, but hp Old mom. Hahaha, understand people of old age,” he replied while covering his surprise. He changed his call to follow Anisa's will.

Issued hp type of ancient times with a flashlight over the head of his cellphone from inside the pocket of his pants. Anisa smiled and received a helping hand from the mother. Started to squeeze the old school after thanking him.

“Don't you dare contact Farhan!” a slight snapping sound was present in their midst and answered the mother.

Anisa was shocked. Why can't it?

“Mama came out first yes, Haris there is a need with Anisa,” he said gently by stalking the mother. The mother was about to ask Haris something, but the door to the room was closed.

Haris approached Anisa and stood in front of her.

“Do not dare to contact Farhan! Attau you will know the consequences!” she was strict with Anisa.

Anisa stay away from Haris, “What do you mean?” ask Anisa.

“Hahaha! If I can't get you back then now is the time! Never mind Anisa, forget Farhan! We start with our lives. I will make you happy, baby,” said Haris.

“You don't mess with me Haris! Mas Faridz will find me! he'll save me!” firmly Anisa.

“Iya, save you in a dream!” press Haris and continue to approach Anisa. Anisa keeps moving away and away until, uh,

“Haris! Mama will take the bowl of food Anisa,” cried Haris' mother behind the door.

“You're happy this time dear,” ogled Haris and passed opening the door.

“Alhamdulillah,” shine Anisa and squat by leaning against the wall.

“You why Nak?” ask Haris' mother.

Anisa stood up and approached the mother.

“Thank you if Mom wants to help me out of here, I have a husband Mom,” says Anisa.

“You don't know what this problem really is, but I know what Haris did was wrong. I'll help you, son. But I can not if you lend me Mother's phone, because it is still brought Haris” said the mother.

“Thank you Mom, it's okay. We find another way,” said Anisa and replied to a smile by Haris' mother.

“Yes already, you ate it. I'm sure you haven't eaten. Anything else needed?” ask the mother.

“I can borrow prayer tools and Quran Bu?” ask Anisa.

“Of course you can, in the closet is already available prayer equipment. Mom go first yes, want to prepare dinner,” said to the mother.

“By Anisa help?” ask Anisa.

“Of course you can. after you pray, meet Mom in the kitchen next to the family room,” said the mother.

Anisa nodded with a smile that continued to expand. Thank God he still meets good people in this house. He will help her to be free from this house. After that, she will meet her husband again. The most important thing right now is to get out of this house first. Only then will he find a way to get home.

Waitaminute! Why did Anisa forget to ask where this place is? On the way Anisa had asked Haris, but he did not answer. Okay, no problem. Later he could ask Haris' mother.

Anisa immediately performed prayers and mengqadha prayers that had been left behind yesterday. After the prayer, Anisa took the time to read the Quran for a while. Then he approached Haris' mother.

Anisa is not confused to find where the kitchen is. Because it was not far from the room he was in. She saw that she was slicing green vegetables. Looks like it's chickpeas. Anisa came closer and greeted mom.

“Kata Haris, you love to cook. Try me masakin Mother,” said the mother softly.

It turns out that Haris often told his mother about Anisa. How did he know that Anisa loves to cook?

“Haris one office with you right?” ask Mother.

Oh yea! How could Anisa forget that. Surely Haris often saw Anisa carrying provisions. In fact, he often distributed his cooking snacks to his office lecturer friends.

“I-iyya Bu,” Anisa replied.

Anisa started helping me cook. He took cooking ingredients as a complement to the side dish in the refrigerator shown by Mother. On the other hand, Haris was looking at Mama with her heart adoration was cooking together. Her mother laughed with Anisa.

“I wish I could see a scene like this every day,” he murmured.

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Now Abi and Father along with their son and some of his followers have been in Kalimantan. They also work with the authorities to anticipate unwanted events.

“Dad! Anisa's GPS watch is back! Anisa's GPS watch isn't on the same spot!” Farhan was shocked. They are now on their way to the location. GPS watch Anisa was not connected, now began to be able to connect again. The journey they went through was not as smooth as the streets of the city. They have to pass through the boulder, muddy, typical plosok streets.

“We follow that GPS,” Dad's orders.

“What if later we are in the trap?” ask Faisal.

“Our distance with initial location is still far away Han?” ask Abi.

“About 20 KM more bi,” replied Farhan who had previously saved the initial location.

“We got there first. Who knows we found a clue,” Abi said.

“We better send our people partially to the initial location, while we follow the new location,” said Farhan.

“Good idea! I'm with Farhan!” said Om Hari one of Abi's friends and Dad who participated in this mission.

Finally Father gave orders to his men according to Farhan's advice. While they turn around following the new GPS direction.

Seriate...

Assalamu’alaikum the readers of the novel Lhu-lhu...

Looks like her crazy up plan was postponed deh..:”(.

Lhu-lhu is not well this time...

Please apologize profusely ....🙏🙏🙏🙏