My Husband's Infidelity
Prayer is Prayer Part 2

Days changed and time passed.3 months went unnoticed, Alena and Alvin's marriage looked so happy. Likewise with Lani who has begun to get used to without the presence of her beloved sister. However, there is a dilemma that is being struck as it turns out. Yes ... He is Fazril.

At the age of 33 years, the man began to seriously look for the woman he would make a wife, but Fazril still did not find a suitable woman. The problem is, he has too high a standard. She wants a perfect woman, both physically and educationally. For him, seedlings, bebet, weights, are the basic values in judging a couple.

The whole family was gathered at the dining table, and various foods were presented on the table. This dinner the father will tell the son something very important.

"Hm! The food is very much, tumben," said Fazril staring at the various food menus presented on the table.

"There just so happens to be a new housekeeper in this house. Looks like Aunt is overwhelmed in taking care of the house. Eat it mother plus one more assistant. The cooking was good, she was good at cooking, "the mother replied putting a spoonful of food into her mouth.

"Hm! Apparently so. I haven't seen it yet" replied Fazril starting to fill the dishes with rice complete with side dishes.

"That's because you are always busy working, when the marriage try if the work continues like that" Alena said.

"That's the one you want to talk to Fazril about here right now. I'll betroth you to the son of one of my friends, if you don't get married, when are you getting married, Zril?" said the father, looking at Fazril's face with serious eyes.

"What's? In matchmaking?" Fazril immediately rounded his eyeballs feeling surprised of course.

"Good, Dad. Brother must be betrothed, his standards are too high. Want to find a wife that you try? Remember, no one is perfect. Perfection belongs to the Almighty God."

"Hm! Very clever of you to say yes. Brother is not installing high standards, seeds, bebet, weight is important in terms of looking for a wife, perfection does belong to God, but at least for business wife must look for the best among the good. Remember, marriage is only once in a lifetime."

"Yes-yes, you won. Hopefully you can find a woman who fits your criteria. The perfect woman who meets the criteria of that exorbitant brother."

"Already! Ko is arguing gini. So what, inevitably in a match with the daughter of one of your father's friends?" ask mother.

"Hm! I don't know, I thought about it first," Fazril replied in a flat tone of voice.

"Yeeeeeey! Om Fazril will marry too, finally Om not jones anymore!" Lani suddenly cheered cheerfully.

"Jones?" Alvin the father rounded his eyeball.

"Daddy doesn't know what Jones is?"

Alvin shook his head while frowning.

"Huh? Jesus, his niece Om this one, knows where the term jones comes from? Om is single, but Om does not ngenes you know!" fazril looked at the niece's face.

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After finishing eating dinner, one by one of them began to leave the dining table leaving Fazril alone who was currently pensive to think about the arranged marriage offered by his father. Honestly, Fazril was struck by a sense of dilemma. His age is increasing every day, if he does not get married soon then he will bear the status of an old virgin.

The man propped up his chin using a fist. His eyes looked straight ahead, but he actually let out a blank look. His lips he pursed in such a way, with a mind that floated somewhere.

"O Lord, bring my soul mate as soon as possible. If necessary today, do not let me bear the status of an old virgin. I don't want to" Fazril murmured sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

At that instant, Fazril suddenly saw a woman passing right in front of him. Long haired woman tied to the head. Her face looks beautiful like an angel even without the slightest makeup polish.

"Excuse me, Mister. Have you finished eating? The table wanted me to finish," the woman asked softly and politely, leaving Fazril instantly stunned.

"Huh? Who are you? Aren't you an angel who came down from the sky?" asked Fazril between unconscious.

His brain still could not think properly, his feelings were still so admiring the beauty that radiated so blindingly, looking different from the women he had met out there.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm not understanding what you're saying. I'm Nuri, the new housekeeper in this house."

Pork!

Fazril's soul was like being hurled down from above the clouds. His brain that was floating was instantly awakened. How could a girl as beautiful as this be a housekeeper in her home? Why did this girl also appear while she was saying a prayer that she spontaneously said, but was truly a sincere prayer from the bottom of her heart.

Is this some kind of definition of, 'speech is prayer?' Fazril instantly rubbed his face rough. His heart was suddenly racing for some reason.

"Master? Is Mister okay?" tanya Nuri frowned.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Excuse me," Fazril replied stammering with nervousness. He got up and stood up and left the dining room with hurried footsteps.

"O Lord, is this so-called speech a prayer? Why did the girl suddenly appear when I just asked for a match for me? No, no, no, there's no way that he's-" Fazril didn't go on.

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