Neighbor's Temptation
Besanes

Mr. Eko and Ms. Marni, surprised to see the arrival of her father Rania. Feeling very sure, something was not right.

Mr. Harto, met the iron in the three-door building shop. It's definitely about his attitude, Fahri.

"Sit down,besan". Mr. Eko, please sit on the chair.

"Not necessary, sir. I came here, wanted to talk about marrying Fahri. Why didn't you tell me, me? What do-don't you guys conspire ha! You're her parents, Fahri. It was so easy to give her blessing,". Firmly Mr. Harto, with a sharp look.

"Sir Harto, me and others. It's been forbidden for Fahri, to marry again. But he did do it. What else to get blessing from, Rania. We've done everything possible to ban Fahri". Guts sir Eko, immediately blindly face the iron.

"Yes, Mr. Harto. Where we might, do that. As for us, we owe a lot to you. Even though we, forbid his wishes. Fahri, stay determined". Sahut ma'am Marni, hopefully the besannya forgive their mistakes.

"Ck, you're not good at being her parents. Educate the boy, must be firm. I wouldn't have a daughter-in-law like, Fahri. Who cannot be grateful for everything, if not for marrying my son. Where might be Fahri, up the department. It's on top, forget the one below". Grumpy sir Karto, his jaw twitching.

"Sir Harto, don't interfere in our children's households. Rania, it's fine. Without going berserk like other women, she is relaxed even vacation. That too said Fahri, as if Rania was ordinary. Automatic Rania, accept everything sincerely". Mr. Eko, don't want to lose this rich besan.

"Yes,pak. Fahri, has promised to be fair to his wives. We guarantee, Rania will be happy". Ms. Marni, was already frightened to hear the words of her father Rania.

"You know what, ha? Rania, it's like that. She did not want to raise the issue, despite insisting on stopping her husband. But the behavior of your child, the more it becomes. Then, I don't know anything about Miss Marni vilifying my son? When my child was not pregnant. You, wrongly cornered him. Oh, take it easy, Miss Marni, I got this news, not from Rania's mouth. Except the mouths of others,". Mr. Harto, he's been holding his patience. But, not this time.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, sir. Not what I mean, like that". Miss Marni, down.

"Sir Harto, I have advised my wife's behavior. We promise not to vilify, Rania. We love Rania so much, don't want to lose her". Mr. Eko, trying to persuade his iron.

"Ck, excuse me. I was determined to take care of Rania's divorce papers. Don't want to have a daughter-in-law, rude. Shame the family, better part with my son". Firmly Mr. Harto, immediately turned around and stepped away.

Mr. Eko and Ms. Marni, pleading with the iron. In order for the besan, do nothing in the household of their son.

Mr. Harto, don't heed their pleas. Which father would have the heart to see his son treated like that? Truly Mr. Harto, very disappointed with the besiannya.

"How about sir, order us really? Usually, Mr. Harto, always friendly. Bringing souvenirs for us, after from abroad. Now Mr. Harto, furious. Mana Fahri, out of the country. Sure enough, we're getting angrier". Said Miss Marni, agitated.

"It's all because of this, Fahri. That's how she loves him, with that woman. Aarghh.... Usually if we are short of money, must Mr. Harto help. now what, ma'am? Everything's gone, we need to call Fahri. In order for him to persuade, Rania not to divorce". Mr. Eko, immediately took his cell phone and contacted his son.

Miss Marni, hurry up and leave the building shop. Go home and invite his son, to come to his daughter-in-law's house.

"Sip, mom. Refer Rania, do not get away from us". Mr. Eko's orders, while contacting his son.

(Assalamualaikum, sir. What's the matter, Tumben?) Ask Fahri, on the phone there.

"Fahri,marriage. Your father-in-law, knows your marriage again. Mr. Harto, already taking care of the divorce papers. As soon as you get home, you persuade Rania. Don't let Rania, get away from us". Mr. Eko said, sweat soaked his forehead.

(What? But, why didn't Rania tell me? If the papa comes, aaarghhh... All right sir, we'll be home soon).

Hearing the words of his son, Pak Eko felt relieved already. "Dwuh... Just the same, I'm losing money coffers". Mumbled.

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"Mas, why are we cleaning up? There are 3 days left, we go home". Shania, confused with her husband.

"We should have gone home today too, Rania's papa came. He's been taking care of the divorce papers, me and Rania". Fahri replied, putting clothes in a suitcase.

"What's?I don't want to go home. I want to enjoy the rest of our honeymoon, let you get divorced. Anyway, there's still me". Shania, disapproving of her husband's remarks.

"Okay, if you don't want to. Well, please. The important thing is that I go home and persuade Rania. Don't let us get a divorce, 'cause I need her so much". Firmly Fahri, not minding his wife sulking.

"Mas, why the hell are you? Can not be separated from the barren woman, what try the advantages. Anyway we can't go home, before time's up". Shania, growling with her husband. Always put his first wife first, does that mean anything? To the point of fear of loss, Rania.

"Well, I can go home by myself. Because Rania means something to me and my family. Because of Rania's papacy, the coffers of money are for my family. Always helping with the hardships, I married Rania. That's why my position rose, where maybe the son of a businessman was just a regular office staff. I don't want to lose, Rania. If that happens, the coffers of the family's money are gone. Including me, could lose office. What's more, I'm getting married again. The owner of the company we work for, belongs to my papah-in-law friend. Aren't you scared,ha? If Rania's papa, fire us both. What are you going to eat, Shania? We should be able to persuade Rania and her papa". Fahri, explain everything to the wife.

Hearing Fahri's words, Shania made a heavy shock. shook her head, not wanting to be poor anymore. "Okay, we go home. I'll help you persuade, take Rania". Shania, had to give up on going home.

"Good, what's more Rania Harto sir's first child. Of course have the most heritage, we can enjoy the treasure. It could be me and you, not working anymore. Just a foot barge in the house, money continues to flow profusely.

Shania, smiling for impatiently realizing her husband's words. Apparently Rania, the son of a rich man. Good thing, I did not waste marrying Fahri mas.