Please Let go of me
Chapter 30 - Mirza's and Saints' Relationship

The next day, Suci decided to go to the shopping mall. Reduce the load on his shoulders, buy some tools for baking. Thinking of living independently without the help of others, providing an umbrella when she was occasionally dumped by her husband. Fortunately, he got the recipe while living with Umi Kalsum, the foster mother who taught him. 

"Maybe I'm going to look at the toaster and the screwdriver, that's an important part of my first move." His monologue while looking at the appropriate in the heart. So many models and also different sophistication, according to the price listed.

After making a choice, he immediately paid and brought the tools to battle baking dough, started the first step and hoped to run smoothly. "Hopefully Mas Zufar allowed me to open a store of various kinds of cakes," his inner self who had his own savings from the rest of the monthly shopping money, smiled with his luggage. 

Saints walk in a hurry to enter hunting for items that have been targeted for a long time, a new mosque and prayer mat. But on the way, he accidentally hit someone to the items he carried. He immediately picked up the items that had fallen on the floor, and raised his head as he looked at a man he was very familiar with. "Mirza?" 

"Well.a very fitting coincidence. We met here, it was an honor for me. You seem to be very busy!" 

Suci did not understand the words of his sister-in-law, wanted to leave the place because Mirza's existence made him feel uncomfortable. 

"Why are you always avoiding me?" asked Mirza who stopped her footsteps, immediately turning her head in a split second. 

"We're just the past, and your current status is just a sister-in-law." 

Yes, they were once engaged but because the man fled on the day of the wedding, until Suci was trapped with the brother of the prospective fiancee, Zufar. A very sad feeling of being disappointed and also injured mixed into one, until he decided to forget everything. 

"I'm pretty sure you still love me. Come back!" said Mirza with her own eyes, deeply regretting what she did first. The feeling is no longer useful when the former fiancee already belongs to the older brother who is legitimate, rice that has become porridge, as well as the feeling of a hurt heart is not easily healed in the blink of an eye.

Mirza rubbed her face, a sense of regret for releasing a woman as good as Holy for her ambition that was not ready to get married, and now she hated her brother as a hero in saving his former fiance. "Now, I will dismantle your cover, Zufar mas." His mind is full of determination.

After finishing shopping, Saints arranged the items that had just been purchased on the table. Happy with a good start for him, will not expect more considering the husband changed again when he did not make a mistake.

"Just junk, what good is it to buy that? Look, what Zufar gave me!" said someone who intended to show off, he deliberately showed a set of jewelry attached to his body. "Do I look pretty?" 

The saint smiled and nodded. "Right, you're very pretty with the jewelry I wore a month ago. If you like, you can keep it, "the Holy One who knew the woman's intentions were very bad, his confidence was dashed when Siska slandered him.

Instantly the look of Siska's happy face turned into a wry smile, feeling like a disgusting jewelry after touching the skin. "Mak must be lying, where might Zufar give me jewelry that has been used by you" he said.

"Yes, that's my jewelry. I keep a lot of jewelry, you keep it! Wear it as much as possible, because it's just my mark. A man like you should have gotten a second hand, just like the Zufar mas you've seized." Sacred looked at the actor with a defiant gaze, there was no fear in her heart. It is the woman who first looks for things, not knowing who is being faced.

Saints walked to the kitchen, brought items to the test, made cake batter and hoped to succeed because they had not learned the right way to make a cake for a long time. Another case with Siska who squeezed the end of her clothes, very upset if her brother is not as weak as what was thought all along. "Where did he get his courage?" he muttered while linking his eyebrows together, staring confusedly and also not understanding. 

Siska returned to her room, wanting to complete her routine to subdue Zufar using a non-logical means. "Freely take care of it, it is better that I make crotch rice for Zufar mas." his inner smile smirked, passing away towards his room. Has a way to conquer the husband who must have forgotten the first wife.