REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chaptre 105.

Umi Nafisah released her son and daughter-in-law in front of the terrace with Kyai Hasan and his grandson, Abbas.

Well, in the end after weighing here and there Gus Musa decided to take Asiyah together, because it is impossible also to let his wife motor alone with Asiyah, because it is impossible, especially with Rahman who incidentally is not a muhrim for Asiyah. Can do the business later.

Along the way Rahman continued to try to comfort Asiyah, even though asiyah did not respond at all and continued to cry in the same arms of Jeni sitting in the back seat.

"Bak, Asiyah is afraid." Asiyah whispered in Jeni's ear, tears were still always dripping from her puffy eyes.

Jeni clenched her arms, and wiped Asiyah's tears with the tissue in her husband's car.

"Read bismillah yes, may the desire of Asiyah can be heard with Gusti Allah SWT. Believe me, Gusti Allah SWT does not sleep, nduk." Jeni stroked Asiyah's head elus from outside her big hijab.

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Trying to calm her down even though she knew it was a little impossible.

"Neng As, don't be sad. Later Brother help talk to your parents so you can stay here." Rahman again tried to cheer.

This time Asiyah glanced at him, with wet eyes Asiyah nodded with a hopeful heart. For some reason, Asiyah had high hopes for Rahman. Hoping he could help her soften the hearts of her two famous stone parents.

It did not take long, Gus Musa who was quite knowledgeable about Asiyah's parents immediately stopped his car in front of an empty shophouse where next to him there is a narrow alley.

"It's here" he said, then rushed down ahead of the others.

After they all went down, Asiyah restrained Jeni's movement to step in the footsteps of Gus Musa who already knew where the house of Asiyah's adoptive parents was.

"Bak" Asiyah's great-granddaughter.

Jeni rubbed Asiyah's back and calmed her down.

"Bismillah, Gusti Allah SWT with us," he said softly.

After that, they continued to travel in the narrow alley until they finally arrived in front of a simple house with wood material that seemed to start weathered in every part.

The door of the house is open, from the outside looks cardboard boxes of goods that have been stacked in such a way as to facilitate in transport.

Before long a dark-skinned man with gray hair appeared out of the house with a large cardboard box in his hand, the cardboard looked so heavy that it was visible from the veins in the man's hand that poked out.

"You guys?" his his hiss then pecked at the front of the door still with cardboard in hand.

The unbearable Rahman walked over and offered to help lift the cardboard,  the man did not refuse and let the cardboard change hands and put Rahman to the floor of the terrace which was only made of cement. Even the terrace looks dirty.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Pardi. We came to escort Asiyah to ...."

"Ah yes, thank you, thank you because Gus Musa has to take him home. So I don't have to bother anymore to pick him up to the cottage, to be honest we don't have much time," Pardi said, not wanting to hear Gus Musa's explanation further.

Pardi seemed to no longer care about them, there was not even a stale base even if just telling to enter for his guests.  Pardi turned back to enter the house and continued his activities.

"Sir!" exclaiming Asiyah called her foster father, she walked quickly after the father so that this problem could be quickly resolved.- Asiyah did not want to come to the village at all

Pardi still pretends not to hear, even walking faster as if away from the adopted child.

"Sir, please listen!" rahman shouted along to talk, until now Pardi's footsteps really stopped.

"Speak what? There is nothing to talk about, if you are done with your business to take Asiyah please leave, we have to pack up. Our lives are in danger" Pardi said unknowingly and said the word that should be his secret.

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Pardi shut his mouth realizing his carelessness, but it was too late Asiyah had already heard his last words.

"What, Sir? His life? What connection?" sighed Asiyah with the rest of the crying that still seemed real.

Pardi snorted then turned around quickly and held onto Asiyah's shoulder firmly.

"Not much to ask and not much drama, now also remove this person and we leave this city. And one more thing, don't argue and ask if you still want your mother to live." Pardi whispered in Asiyah's ear, making the girl's entire body instantly limp as if boneless.

Coinciding with that, the curtains behind Pardi's body appeared to be scattered by a woman with a thin dry body and random hair scrambled out of there by carrying her body in a drag. Yes, Salma Asiyah's foster mother was paralyzed by hit-and-run when she did not have Asiyah. Until finally he was sentenced to not be able to have children again because of his condition which resulted in his lower body losing function as it should.

The woman - Salma - was seen crying, her hands outstretched as if asking Asiyah to hug her. Asiyah ran over and brushed off Pardi's handrails on her shoulder and welcomed the mother's loving hand to take care of her long ago, although because of Pardi's selfishness and economic conditions they make him have to live in the cottage since childhood.

"Neng Asy." Rahman tried to call Asiyah, trying to remind her of their main purpose in coming to the house.

But Pardi glared at him, and heartlessly pushed him out of his house.

Brughhh

Rahman fell on the porch of Asiyah's house, being pushed violently by Pardi as he tried to rebel. Jeni and Gus Musa were talking on the porch to his surprise, and quickly Gus Musa helped Rahman to rise.

"Go you! Don't interfere in our affairs! Let us bring Asiyah from this city. Not us, but there are many things we must consider about his salvation, please understand." Pardi placed both his hands on his chest, with his eyes parched for their understanding.

Gus Musa was stunned, as were Jeni and Rahman who seemed to be in disbelief.

"But, Sir. Asiyah said she didn't want to come with you. Why are you forcing? Poor Asiyah! Try to listen to his request just this once," Rahman persuaded try to melt Pardi's heart.

Pardi raised his hand as a sign asking Rahman to shut up.

"Of course, nothing will change my decision. We have to go, and it has to. I'm sorry, but one day if you are a match, of course we will meet again. And hopefully at that time the conditions are better than at this moment, now we just have to disappear, so that Asiyah can survive.  Please don't ask me too much, if you love my son, you'll be able to meet again." Pardi quickly entered and closed the door of his house tightly without being prevented again.

Rahman burst into place, falling helplessly with tears on both sides of his cheeks.