REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 103.

"What's? Quit working? But why?" sarah's son who regrets the decision of Ayuna's baby sitter, but during Aisyah's work on him sarah has been quite clop and fits him even though Aisyah is a quiet girl.

"Yes, Mom. Grandma wanted to take me to her hometown" Aisyah said in a sad tone.

 Sarah let out a heavy sigh, slowly she drew closer towards Aisyah and held both of her shoulders.

"Then, go .. although honestly I am too heavy to let you go, but. Take it easy, later if I get any information about who your biological parents are, I will contact you soon, yes," Sarah gently stroked the head of the sweet girl who had been considered her own sister.

 Aisyah nodded weakly before Sarah finally carried her into an embrace.

"Go back whenever you want, God willing our house will always be open to accept you to be part of this house again" concluded Axel also felt moved.

 ****

 That morning, Rahman was invited by Gus Musa to buy some of the needs of the house and cottage that began to thin. As per a short interview yesterday of course this time Rahman energy will be tested by Gus Musa - so as not to eat blind salary, good-looking mentang -- uh

"Later all the rice directly you go into the back of the trunk, Man. I want to go into the market there, buy eggs just like any other need. Later if you have finished you follow me immediately, help transport other transports as well" Gus Musa told Rahman after they got off the car in the parking lot of the city's largest traditional market.

 Rahman nodded.

"Ready, Gus. Trust me, "he said, and followed Gus Musa to a storehouse of his rice.

"That little sack, you go into the trunk. This is a special heras Umi order. Well the big bangs, you lift it to the tub car in front yes, it's a shop car but usually they will go directly to the cottage. Later someone will help too," said Gus Musa pointed to the rice that was already in the sack and arranged in such a way in front of the warehouse to facilitate transporting it.

 Rahman nodded without any burden, the flower of a narrow-eyed man who seemed to be the owner of the rice warehouse came out and greeted Gus Moses.

"City, Gus. Wanna grab a rice?" ask him with a thick Chinese accent.

 Gus Moses endured it and nodded kindly.

"Yes, koh. As always, this is all my order? Is this complete, huh?" gus Moses asked, pointing to the sack of rice sacks that were in front of them.

"Aaaa, right he's right. This is rice ordered by Gus, I've checked belkali times o... already guaranteed no one to return," said the sturdy owner of the rice warehouse with his trademark laugh.

 "okay, koh. I have paid for it through m-banking yes, I have sent the proof. Immediately I bring ya koh, anyone help not this?" said Gus Musa who has become a regular subscription to the warehouse.

"There are, as usual. Later bial meleka who carried this twelve to the car in front, Gus just wait in front of the house o," said the sturdy.

"Well, but this is one of my students let him transport also as a car yes, koh let it finish quickly."

 The Chinese Koko nodded repeatedly.

"Haiya, please a please. I want to go first a, want to eat lawon in the front walung. This is twelve if you want to transport yes hakut la ya," said the Koko while walking away from them.

 Before long some men approached Gus Musa and Rahman, from the appearance can be guessed that they are the son of the Koko who just finished eating, it looks like it rubbed greasy lips.

"This is all, boss?" say one of them.

"Yes, please be careful. Do not let anything leak," said Gus Musa to employees who are familiar enough with it.

 The man nodded and, following two of his other friends, he began to lift the sack toward the tub car in the market parking lot.

"Man, I stay ya." Gus Moses patted Rahman on the shoulder.

"Eh, yes Gus. I also want to immediately lift this," said Rahman and immediately began his task given by Gus Moses.

 The employees of the Chinese Koko do their duties while joking, but not with Rahman ten small burlap sacks measuring five kilos of rice in one lift, in one transport, with five burlap in the left hand and five more in the right hand.

"Hup, bismilbornrahmanirrahim."

 Rahman began to walk towards the market parking lot, without the slightest look of fatigue on his face. Even valiantly he opened the unlocked baggage door with his feet and laid down ten burlap sacks with his heart. And a moment later, all those little rice sacks were already neatly arranged.

 Not only got there, Rahman even with his leisure began to lift a large gunny sack that became the duty of Koko employees to be brought to the pick up car, which was a pick-up car, be men employees were just dumbfounded to see the nimble and strong Rahman shouldered a large sack that no look tired on his face even though sweat had poured soaked his body.

 After all the sacks of rice went up, without a word Rahman went straight into the market. Leaving the workers of the stupefied Chinese Koko looked on her.

 But while circling the market in search of Gus Musa, Rahman accidentally runs into a man wearing a black doff Hoodie who walks across from him. At first Rahman did not care much, but when passing by the man whispered a little loudly near Rahman's ear.

"Don't play too much, remember your old mother's fate is on me."

Deghs

 Rahman immediately turned to see who it was, but unfortunately the horde of passers-by cut off his visibility with the person who had kidnapped his mother but never once he had seen her face. That person only asked him to obey orders without ever being able to refute.

****

The cottage.

"As, what are you doing pacing back and forth there?" jeni asked when she accidentally massaged Asiyah was walking uneasily in the clothes drying place.

 Asiyah turned around and looked at Jeni, her eyes looking as if she was crying.

"Eh, are you crying?" jeni exclaimed in shock, and immediately brought baby Abbas who was laid in the stroller to get closer to Asiyah.

"Why are you?" jeni asked anxiously as she quickly quickly held onto both of Asiyah's cheeks and wiped away her tears.

"Mbak Jen," whispered Asiyah in a hoarse voice.

 Jeni nodded with pushy eyes.

"Yes, why? Same story Ma'am, why you, As?" ask Jeni as gently as possible.

 Asiyah did not answer just to thrust a paper on Jeni.

"What is this, As?" ask Jeni wonder.

"Open up, Ma'am." Asiyah lowered her head in not daring to raise her face at all, her tears still clearly falling soaked the earth in her massage.

 Jeni unfolded the paper which turned out to be a letter with a fairly ambiguous handwriting, but with a high concentration of writing it can still be read and the contents make Jeni stunned.

"What is this, As? You want to go to the cottage?" lirih Jeni couldn't believe it.

Asiyah's tears flowed more and more, the crying that had not been heard since now began to turn into Isakan.

"Help me, Ma'am," he whispered softly.