Please Let go of me
Chapter 28 - Call me brother-in-law

Suci was so sad to hear her husband yelling for the first time, her sensitive heart made her unable to accept the clash that she decided to leave the place for her room. Not forgetting she knocked on the door and cried in silence, somehow to comfort herself. "Why does this hurt?" he muttered while reaching for a phone that was not far from reach, contacting a friend far away. 

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you finally called me too. How are you doing there?" 

"Thank God I'm good, how about you?" 

"Hem, me too. Your voice sounds so hiccuping, have you cried?" 

"No, maybe you heard it wrong. Oh yeah, how's Rasidha doing? I feel guilty for leaving her." 

"Hem, it's hard to calm him down. She became a shy girl, moved away from her friends and chose to sit alone. She's so sad you left, I'm also running out of ways to deal with it."

"Have it?" 

"Yes, many have tried to cheer him up, but to no avail. It's a good thing that Mr. Zaid can handle it, at least Rasidha's grief is reduced."

"I'm grateful that Rasidha can be persuaded, tell her that I miss her." 

"I will tell you, even Mr. Zaid is also sad after you leave!" 

"Don't tell me that, I'm a married woman."

"All right."

After you finish calling, a little loss. A calmer heart heard that if Rasidha was okay, the little girl's bond was so felt. 

Saints immediately wiped away the tears, walking towards the kitchen to cook. The way used to relieve anger from the husband, smiling when thinking about things he had done. "I want to make his favorite food," he murmured while washing vegetables and cutting them, not forgetting the slices of red and white onions, a little fine seasoning is also used. 

Starting to dwell on the fryer, he put the seasoning and sauteed it until it came out a fragrant aroma, and included some types of vegetables that make the husband's favorite food. When he finished, he served it on the plate with great care. Do not forget to decorate it to make it more attractive, and put it on the dining table. 

Suci walked over to Zufar who was in his mad brother's room, hoping that the husband's anger would fade quickly. "Assalamu'alaikum, can I come in?" he asked for permission, knocking on the door. 

No one answered, he heard a voice saying******* from inside the room. She was sad and knew what was going on between her husband as well as the honey sister. "I came at the wrong time" he said slowly as he left the place, holding a throbbing chest. She was just an ordinary woman, feeling jealous when sharing love with another woman. 

Breathe in deeply and take it out slowly, returning to wait at the dining table, letting the two people inside the room complete their ritual. But both of his eyes instead looked at a man who was eating food on the table, walking quickly while linking his eyebrows. "It belongs to Zufar!" he warned the man.

"Easy, make him a new meal. Don't make a noise, and let me just relax and eat this." Reply to the man without turning his head, he was more interested in the food on his plate.

"Mira!" holy Piss that mentioned the name of his sister-in-law.

The man raised his head as his name was called. "What's wrong?"

"That's for Zufar!" point to the Saints who are starting to get annoyed with the behavior of his sister-in-law.

"I'm hungry, after all he's not around and is in love with his SECOND WIFE. This food will be cold, rather than redundant I'd rather spend it. Simple right? Don't make it all a hassle!" said Mirza who pressured the word of the second wife, wanted to resuscitate Saints.

"What do you mean bring it up? They're legitimate."

Mirza grinned with a thin smile, resumed food on the plate until the ludes were not left, not even a grain of rice was left. "Feel the top!" the poet gave a thumbs up.

"Mirza, have you come, son?" a middle-aged person who is the center of their attention.

"Just now."

Tini approached the youngest son and hugged him, letting go of the longing in the heart because it had never met for a long time. "Eh, is your saint here?" 

"Yes Ma" said the hijab-wearing woman weakly, glancing at the sister-in-law who made her hard work in vain.

"Mom take the bag first, you wait here. Oh yeah, Holy please accompany him for a moment!"

"Good, Ma."

Saints allowed Mirza to sit on the living room sofa, keep her distance and also bow her head. "A long time no see, it turns out you're still the same as before."

"Sister-in-law, call me brother-in-law." The Holy Relative who did not like the words of his sister-in-law.

"Sorry, I'm not used to it yet." 

"I can't linger with you here, I'm back." The Holy Pamit who wanted to head to the kitchen, went back to cooking for her husband.

"Why so sudden? Didn't you hear what Mama said?"