Married Mr. A
The Past Part 2

...I'll let you go, though,...

...when you let me go....

...However, I will also survive...

...if you keep me....

Nuri's body felt limp for a moment. Although I do not believe, that is the reality.

"Mama, Papa knows?" lirih Nuri's.

Agung nodded slowly. His eyes were blank forward.

"Mama didn't approve of our relationship, since Via turned out to be playing behind me?" great Remembrance.

Disappointed indeed, but what else will the porridge that has gone stale?

"Mas sure, that's Great's son? where is it now?" Nuri was still in a state of disbelief.

"That's it, obviously I unseal it" said Agung.

nuri's eyes were wide at once. Her body was tense and trembling.

Whether painful or not, Agung does not want to dissolve in the puddle of the past. "He left before his time, whether on purpose or not." Great looks helpless.

Nuri held tightness inside her chest. Trying hard even though he was very disappointed. Nuri also realized, Agung first knew Via and loved him, rather than her who had only been with him for the last year.

"Now is not a good time to remember the past. All decisions are in the hands of the Great, to defend the past or to defend the future! I will not judge the Great even if I am disappointed. The choice is in the hands of the mas, I will leave if the Great mas choose the past but, I will survive if the Great mas really maintain me and will never return in the past!" said Nuri firmly and then moved to the room, leaving Agung who was still silent a thousand languages.

Although his heart has been given entirely to Nuri, however, guilt still haunts Agung's life. Only God knows if past sins can be forgiven by repenting.

Nuri sobbed under the thick blanket. His shoulders went up and down, making Agung feel even more guilty to his wife for never discussing this matter before.

"Ai, I'm really sorry," said the Great.

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It seems that agreeing to the invitation of Rt bu is the right solution for Nuri at this time.

Regular lectures are held in mosques around the complex. Coincidentally the ustad who will fill the event is the young uncle of the complex.

Nuri had indeed heard from Bu Endah about the good looks of the young ustad named Yusuf.

Tonight, as usual Agung also has not come home even though the time has shown at seven o'clock in the evening.

Brushing aside prejudice, Nuri hopes that Agung is indeed overtime.

Nuri just smiled. Walking towards the mosque and waiting for the others, the mothers cheerfully talked about the ustad that will fill the event tonight.

"It's mature but darling, still single," exclaimed Bu Endah.

"Yo obviously, as an ustad must find the right assistance! do not take the wrong step. In addition to bebet and weights, faith is the main one," said Bu Zubaidah.

"So if I don't get into that recap, do you?" seloroh Elsa's.

"Basic flirty widow!" said Ms. Endah.

Throughout the journey Nuri only fell silent to the hibahan mother complex.

Her heart was slashed when Ms. Zubaidah said that the wife was a reflection of the husband. A good man will get a good woman too. And vice versa.

Nuri's mind wandered, recalling her past. Was she among the bad women in the past to have to marry the jerk Great in her past?

The atmosphere of the mosque looks very crowded after Isya'. Pilgrims flocked to the mosque for the sake of enlightenment of the soul.

Nuri mingled with the other mothers. Although their numbers were only around their twenties yet, it felt very harmonious. As Nuri knows most people who live in housing or complexes, they are reluctant to socialize with their neighbors.

Nuri is grateful that the complex he occupies upholds hospitality and family.

The sound of the mic has begun to buzz it is a sign that the event will begin soon. In her mind, Nuri regretted that her husband could not attend.

If only Agung had come, Nuri had prepared a question for the ustad, in order to enlighten about the dark past.

Nuri's chest trembled, upon hearing the greeting voice of the ustad who was so familiar to her.

Gazing at the front of the pulpit, Nuri's heart started to be noisy.

His tongue is confused when he wants to pronounce the name of the ustad.

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For readers of this story from the beginning, you must know how ruined this writing was at the beginning of the chapter. I'm just uthor recept, still in learning but, slowly I am improving it. At that time I did not understand at all how to write well.

Never on hiatus, then back again because of passing the contract, when you want to change the title it was not able to, it became sad, the title is religious, but the contents tarnish the mind 🤣🤣