Replacement Lightning Match
Chapters. 7 Honest Reviews

Imran came from the mosque had finished performing the congregational dawn prayer. He didn't want to talk to his in-laws for long. He felt the miss of his wife's face. He immediately went into the room. And found the wife still in a position on the prayer mat.

"Home home, Mom. " The stale pronunciation of Salwa is just about breaking the silence.

"Yes, you just finished? "

"Yes Mas. " Salwa grimaced a little while trying to change her sitting position. Imran sat down next to his wife and made sure.

"Still sick? " ask Imran full to worry.

"Yes, " answered Salwa briefly.

"You're sure you can do something today, if you don't. I can tell Mom and Dad that you're not feeling well. "

"Ahh no need, the pain is not as painful as last night. "

"Sorry Salwa, I want to ask you. So the one who came was Hilman. "

Salwa bowed, she actually did not want to explain. But since her husband asked, she had to explain. As a husband, he deserves to know.

"Actually, she was my first husband-to-be. Yet failed. Because his father decided unilaterally. "

"What's the reason if I can find out Salwa? " look Imran into his wife's beautiful eyeballs.

"Salwa is accused of stealing at Mas's cottage. By Allah, I was slandered by my own friends. I was immediately kicked out of the cottage. And they seemed to hear no more of my explanation "dropping tears Salwa explained the incident that came to him.

Seeing that, Imran's hand immediately hugged his wife who was still wearing a mukena. He grabbed his wife and wiped her tears.

"I believe you're not like that Salwa. "

"Thank you Mas. "

"Are you still expecting Hilman? "

Salwa shook her head. He remembered how at the time he needed Hilman's support he didn't even trust him. Even his eyes were disgusted and there was no trust in him.

"Just calm down about your education Salwa. You can go to C package school. Your education will not be hampered. I won't stand in your way. "

"really Mas? " salwa's bead was immediately rounded when he heard that there was a glimmer of hope about his education. I never thought about package C school.

Who exactly is this Mas Imran, having known him for longer. He's not just a traveling baker.

Salwa exited the room, she walked slowly towards the kitchen. She had no good reason not to help her mother and sister cook. Realizing something was different from his sister's path. Salma approached him slowly.

"Hows it? Honest review of the deck? "

"Iihh brother! " Whisper Salwa shy shy cat.

"Imran likes it? "

Salwa nodded slowly while slicing the vegetables. Looking at the embarrassed face of his sister, he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, how many times? "

"What? "

"That's your deck. Shame to be ashamed. So every night so yeah. Late afternoon, naughty night. "salma elbows her sister while blinking her eyes.

"Harum is thaharahnya oil, if the review is good I will sell it in this village. Who knows, will succeed and the couples in this village are increasingly romantic. Counting reduces the divorce rate. Hehe "the shadow of Salma will be plentiful from selling that oil. He smiled at his own smile.

That's how Salma is, there's a mind to do business. There is a slight gap directly promoting gas through whatsapp status.

Imran and Mr. Somad were sitting on the terrace. They're having serious conversations.

"Sir, in 1 week Imran can bring Salwa to the house of Imran in the city. There later, in fact I have opened a bakery business in the city, so let more mantep. I want to take Salwa there. "

"Of course Imran, she's your wife. One message I want Imran. Take good care of Salwa. "

"Expire Sir. I have also heard that Salwa was expelled from the school. So I wanted to get Salwa into Package C school. If he's done, he can go to college, sir. "

"God, son Imran, thank you for your goodwill to Salwa. "

Mr. Somad immediately patted Imran on the shoulder.

"But if you move, often stop by Imran to the house. Mother Father must be lonely without you. "

"Expire Sir. "

"Well, this is nduk, maknyos. "

A black car stopped and the road entered the yard of Mr. Somad's house.

"Who is that sir? "

"Don't know. "

Passengers of the black car came out one by one.

"Sister! " shouted a woman around the age of 15.

Salwa looked only in amazement. It turns out they are a family from Imran who had not had time to come at their wedding.

"Father Assalamualaikum, meet me Amir, the first brother of Imran and this is my wife Fatma. "

"Imran, is this your wife? "

"Betul Brother. " Answer Imran steady.

"God, your beautiful wife. "

Fatma immediately praised Salwa's beauty, she did not expect her sister-in-law who was a baker who could be so lucky to starve a wingless angel.

"Salwa's sister is her name, beautiful sister. How can you be with Imran. He's a weathered bujang. " Si Nahza's little sister half whispered into Salwa's ear. But the whispers still sounded Imran.

"Nahzah... What do you mean. "

"No, it's okay, Salwa. "

Salwa only laughed at the behavior of the Imran brothers who came to bring cheer.

"Mama... Mammals. " The whimper of a boy who is fat like a boboho actor.

"Yes Zan, Fauzan. Later first. Salim used to be with Grandpa. Come onl. "

Fauzan also salim to Mr. Somad. Mr. Somad really likes children. Especially seeing a child who persisi boboho. His eyes were narrow with white skin.

"Just like you are Imran, it turns out your wife is beautiful. Turns out your wait was not in vain. " Hearing that Imran just chuckled.

Yes actually Imran can be called a weathered bujang, his age is already 3 heads. How many times has Imran also peddled with some girls. But it always ends up not as expected. Until he married a widow. But Imran's family disagreed.

Until finally resigned, he focused on selling bread. And it turns out that God sent the prettiest, young, smartest girl to Imran who was almost a weathered bachelor and especially he understood religion.

"So this is Salwa's sister-in-law. Greetings, I'm Salwa's brother, meet Salma. "

"I'm Fatma, "

They are also quickly familiar. And not wrong again, Salma still had time to bid thaharah oil and betel leaf soap. Thanks to the deadly appeal of Salma, Fatma also bought.

"Make all of you, thank God I can meet you Salma. "

"Let's give you an honest review. If you have already obtained its efficacy. You can also sell. So thaharah oil reseller. "

"That's a great idea. "

The atmosphere was getting more familiar, no one jaim. Everything just flows. The Imran family is very good.

"Imran, you don't delay. Just the pol gas. Let Fauzan have a friend. "

"Hahaha yes Brother. "

It's also new, calm. The rapping will follow in a new home. The inner Imran had already prepared it.

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