Loving Husband Interlude
60. The Firefight

Day by day the lives of Najwa and Arsyil are full of happiness. They are very happy to help each other, but Arsyil more often helps his wife do housework than Najwa.

Because Najwa's stomach had begun to grow, so almost all handled by Arsyil before going to the printing press. Najwa is only allowed to cook, it can not cook too much standing. And also sweep the floor.

"Bang said the midwife, pregnant women are good to move a lot, it will facilitate labor later" said Najwa.

"Yes, that's before birth. Nothing, now adek often tired, brother does not want later even tired" said Arsyil again.

Najwa is silent, he complies. After all, there are still two months she gave birth, if many moves later even born prematurely. He did not want that, after nine months of gestation, only he would move more.

"Abang left first yes, take care of yourself at home well" said Arsyil kissed Najwa's forehead.

"Yes bang. Oh yeah bang, that's a vegetable that wants to be harvested? Is it sold or distributed to neighbors?" ask Najwa.

"Distributed only in part, some of them are sold to stalls if you want. Or put it in the refrigerator." replied Arsyil.

"Yes, later adek ask the same Sri ma'am to harvest the vegetables again."

"The curls are cooked this afternoon yes deck, later afternoon brother came home. All the way to the store to buy stock paper in the printing press" said Arsyil again.

"Yes bang, it's fine" said Najwa.

Arsyil nodded, he ran the engine and drove the bike slowly. Waving hands at Najwa.

"Assalamu aleikum."

"Wa aleikum salam."

Arsyil motorbike out of his yard, Najwa also entered again into his house. Prepare to cook lunch later. He wanted to cook a pasture-sauce crab, yesterday Arsyil brought him a crab he bought accidentally at a fish market near the port.

So Najwa now wants to make crab sauce paddang, he happens to have cooked seasoning sauce padang but use shellfish. So it makes no difference, she will be preparing to cook before lunch time arrives and Arsyil is coming home this afternoon.

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Tuout.

The sound of Arsyil's cell phone ringing at night, he was sleeping soundly while hugging Najwa. At first he ignored it, but then he also piqued it with the sound of a cell phone ringing that just kept ringing.

"Who the hell are these nights calling?" arsyil Gumam.

He saw a clock on the wall at one in the morning, saw his cell phone. Turns out his employees were in the printing section of the machine, Dimas.

"Dimas? What's he calling? Isn't the overtime done." said Arsyil still staring at his phone.

He then answered the phone from his employees with a hoarse voice and eyes that were still sleepy.

"Hello, Dimas?"

"Sir Arsyil, the printing house is on fire."

"What?!"

"Yes sir, the printing office is on fire. Don't know where, but I came to the printing press already grew fire. Can you come here?" said Dimas.

"O Allah, what misfortune is this" said Arsyil anxiously.

"May you come here, the fire has begun to spread to the office."

"Astaghfirullah, yes I'll be there soon" said Arsyil.

"Yes sir, I'm waiting. The others are already partly here."

"Wait for me to come, have you reported the fire department?"

"Already sir, to the police station already. We're all putting out fires in your office."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Click on!

Arsyil hung up his phone with Dimas, and he got out of bed. Immediately wearing her trousers and jacket, Najwa felt her husband was not there so woke up.

She saw her husband wearing a jacket, astonished that Najwa looked at her anxious-looking husband.

"Bang, what's wrong?" ask Najwa in wonder.

"Fire deck brother printing, out of nowhere the fire was" said Arsyil rushing to retrieve his motor key.

"Astaghfirullah, then you want to go there?" asked Najwa to follow worriedly.

"Yes, I'm living alone with nothing, right?" ask Arsyil.

"Yes bang, nothing. Brother went away." katq Najwa followed worried about her husband's printing.

"Part yourself on deck, house keys. Don't worry brother, everything must be in order" said Arsyil to calm his anxious wife as well.

Arsyil kissed Najwa's forehead, and he immediately came out. Following Najwa behind him, Arsyil took out his motor and immediately ran the engine. He turned to Najwa and drove his motorbike to the printing press. Where is the place to scavenge his fortune and give his wife a living.

Arsyil's heart was completely muddled and agitated. How can the printing burn, why it can burn. While he always checks the engine and also the electrical parts to stay safe.

Arsyil drives his bike quickly, because it is night and not many vehicles pass by. He finally arrived at his printing press, sure enough that his printing office was on fire and almost all was charred.

Arsyil got off his bike, he was shocked by the almost flat state of his printing. Printing machines were also on fire, many were on fire.

Arsyil could only stare silently at the debris of the fire. He did not understand, why his trials were now his own. What about the book he was printing that belonged to the author who made the book on him.

"Yes Allah ..."

"Sir Arsyil?"

"How did this happen, Dimas?" ask Arsyil.

"I don't know sir, the intention is that I go to the eleven o'clock that night. Because someone is behind, know all the buildings have been in the fire and many residents here are watering with water. I panicked and helped them, and called the fire department. Then I called my father" said Dimas.

Arsyil got limp, he suddenly crouched down. Dimas helped Arsyil stand up again, giving him the strength to be patient.

"Nobody saved at all, Dimas?" ask Arsyil.

"Yes sir. Everything is burned." replied Dimas.

Arsyil was silent again, he closed his eyes. Saying Istighfar many times, the ringing of the cell phone from his wife he ignored.

Long he pensively stared at the debris of the rest of the fire. Firefighters were home after everything was finished and the fire was extinguished. Now stay from the police to investigate the cause of the fire.

"Who owns this printing?" ask police.

"I sir." answered Arsyil.

"Don't you know the printing's a fire?" ask the police again.

"I just came because I was contacted by my employees" replied Arsyil pointed Dimas.

"So, your employees are witnesses to this fire. I'll interrogate your employees and you too. Also another witness, it looks like this is no ordinary fire" police said.

"Yes, sir, I will testify to the police" Dimas said.

"Well, can you come to the police station now?"

"Yes, can sir."

"With my father too. Let the evidence get stronger" the police said again.

"Yes sir, I'm coming too" Arsyil said.

They are now coming to the police station, Arsyil picked up his phone from Najwa.

"Hello deck."

"How's the bang, the office condition?"

"It's been charred flat deck. Now I want to go to the police station to report and give information about the fire" Arsyil said.

"So, you're going to the police station now?"

"Yes, be patient. Brother will go straight home when all is done from the police station" said Arsyil again pacify his wife.

"Yes bang, I'm worried about my brother. What about the printing." said Najwa.

"Ngga any deck, brother all right. Adek don't worry." said Arsyil again.

"Yes, hang up the phone bang."

"Yes deck, sleep yeah. Don't wait, brother, you've got to get enough rest."

"Yes bang."

Click on!

Arsyil hung up his phone, his mind still uncertain about the fire. How should he build that venture again from scratch, or if not. What he had to do, was all milling in his head.

Najwa's anxious face flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath, then rode his motorbike to go to the police station.

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