Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
Season 3 (84)
After the man left his house, Raka went back in with a map containing a land ownership letter in Raka's name.
Looks like the man is still confused, he does not know how all that could happen, he was once offered to credit the house, once he was offered, but he was never interested until he did not know why he could live in the place with a woman who claimed to be his wife and even credited him to keelunas.
"So much I don't know, or maybe I'll forget!?" once again Gus Raka looked at the map in his hand, he even forgot when to make the agreement. He did not know that even his name was on the letter that was already his.
"Astaghfirullah psalm, O Allah, this servant is Your weak servant, I ask you for guidance on what happened to me, so that I may not commit many more mistakes that I willfully or unintentionally commit!" looks like a look of regret, but he does not understand what kind of regret is plaguing him.
On the other hand he did not want to get too close to Asna which he thought was not muhrim and not yet halal for him, but on the one hand, in his heart the deepest, the most profound, she was so scared that she would never come back.
His eyes looked at the room that had never opened its doors two days ago. His heart was drawn to try to enter and perhaps he got something that would make him understand, but his modesty refused.
"Am I going to do this right?"
"But if I don't do this, I won't know what's really going on!"
Raka just put the file on the table, he slowly stepped towards Asna and Shahia's room.
With just one pull, the door opened,
"He didn't even lock the door, so reckless!" his murmured softly but he still entered the room that used to be a workspace that is now remodeled into Shahia's room.
The room looks dominated by pink, lots of toys scattered on the floor, dolls ranging from the smallest to the largest in the room.
"He didn't even tidy up his room before leaving!" he muttered again while taking one by one the scattered dolls and putting them in place until finally the room was neat again. Rumi's mother was deliberately not tidying up Shahia's room because it was Asna's request, as long as Asna was not at home, she was only asked to clean the front room and cook for Raka.
After finishing everything, Raka was sitting on the edge of a bed that was a size large enough for a small child, Asna deliberately bought a size that was large so that when she accompanied Shahia was not constricted, as a result, after all Raka still forbade him to sleep in his own room.
Until Raka's eyes stare at the table that looks different from other objects in the room, the table looks like a work desk. Because indeed the table was Raka's work desk first, Asna had not found the right place to move it. All this time she still has to focus on the recovery of her husband until for the workspace he did not have the right idea.
Raka got up from her seat again, with a slightly troubled step Raka walked up to the table. Apparently he also found a work chair behind the table, he immediately sat down and looked at the table that he thought was not foreign.
"This is not new, is this not the table in my room at Abi and Umi's house?" he can still recognize the table even though it looks new paint.
Raka finally reached into the pocket of his coco shirt, he took a flat object that had been put in his pocket since when he had put it, maybe after calling Asna earlier.
He called uminya, he wanted to know if it was his old desk. If he is most likely the items in it are also his.
"Assalamualaikum!"
"Yeah, everything's fine!"
"Shahia's fussy, huh? Umi's been missing to meet!"
"Not Umi, everything is fine, later if there is time Raka take Shahia home, oh yes umi?"
"Yes what's wrong?"
"What is Raka's desk in the room already Raka brought here huh umi?"
"Window work?"
"Yes umi!"
"Already, if not wrong before you move to the house you have brought the same chair as well, you say if you have to buy a new one not necessarily can be as comfortable as your old chair!" hearing his common speech, Raka also looked at the chair he was sitting in, and he only realized that the chair was still the same. He just changed his sponge wrapper.
"What's up, son?" umi asked again after Raka was silent for quite a while.
"That pa pa umi, thank you umi, happy resting, assalamualaikum!"
"Greetings waalaikum!"
After terminating her phone connection, Raka immediately put her phone on the table and observed the two objects and made sure it was really her old desk and chair.
"Yes, it's yours!"
Raka also noticed the objects on the table, some objects do still look foreign but some books do belong to him. Beside the wall there is also a large bookshelf, his habit of reading makes him like to collect several books.
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