REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 106. SEASON 2'S.

~ MGS season 2 begin.

Days change, months change, even years have changed. But there is only one name that Rahman never changed his mind.

"Neng Asiyah."

Again, I don't know how many tens of thousands of times he said that name every third of the night, kowtowing and begging the creator to reunite him with the sweet girl who had not started to have his heart.

Tests

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Tears of sincerity again fell from the corners of the increasingly mature eyes, covering his face with both hands so that the cries of longing were not heard by people outside.

"Ustadz, it's almost dawn. Today, the schedule of ustadz leading the prayer" said a santri who spoke from the front door of Rahman's private dorm room, no need to knock because according to the habits of the students will know at any time the hour where Rahman is awake and asleep.

"Yes, wait a minute." Rahman said softly, and afterwards there was the sound of footsteps moving away.

Rahman wiped his tears once more, making sure there were no more traces of tears on his cheeks. Afterwards with wide steps he walked towards the mosque hut to pray the congregation's morning prayers.

It has been almost five years passed, his age is increasingly mature makes Rahman more idolized by many people. His tenacity, his patience and his affection for anyone made everyone sympathize with him.

Even since some time ago, Rahman officially holds the title of ustadz as one of the teaching staff in the cottage whose leadership has now shifted completely to Gus Musa. Besides that, too, with the knowledge that he has Rahman is also often invited by big people or community leaders to be speakers or bring tausiyah around and even out of the area.

"It's still a crybaby, ustadz Rahman?" chirps Gus Musa while patting Rahman's shoulder gently sitting itikaf inside the mosque after the dawn prayer.

Rahman turned his head and smiled a little, his hands reflexively wipe away the tears that turned out to be back in his eyes.

"Ah, Gus could have. I'm just still drowsy" elak Rahman tried to look good.

But Gus Musa who had known enough Rahman understood, the young man who now had a thin mustache was storing his own grief.

"Abi, in search of Umi." a little boy wearing Koko's shirt complete with a sarong and coffee ran small towards Gus Musa.

Gus Musa greeted him and carried the cute boy into his lap.

" In search of Umi, Bi. He said he wanted to go to the market" repeated the boy who was none other than Abbas, who is now five years old and has started attending school in Kindergarten not far from the cottage.

Rahman smiled at Abbas's innocence, which he considered his own nephew, and angrily he rattled the boy's straight and soft hair.

"Uncle Rahman!" abbas grunted with annoyance and then moved from the lap of Gus Musa and with a sullen face away from there.- Abbas disliked his hair at random random, he said to make his fondness reduced --

"Hey! Where you going?" rahman shouted to Abbas who had now come down from the terrace of the mosque and was wearing his sandals while continuing to look sharply at Rahman who could only laugh to see him.

All the conditions are still the same, so if you can be honest Rahman always remembered all his short memories with Asiyah in the cottage. Every corner makes him always want to smile and cry remembered girl who five years ago really disappeared as Pardi said last time.

Gus Musa again focused on Rahman, on his shoulder hugs Rahman and on his pat slowly.

"Do not continue to dissolve in the wounds of the past, later can Gusti Allah SWT jealous. You should increase the number of remembrance, pray to Gusti Allah SWT so that you can be quickly found. Remember the last words of Mr. Pardi at that time, if you match inshaallah you will meet again in a better condition," said Gus Musa encouraging Rahman.

Rahman nodded in understanding.

"Yes, Gus. I understand, it's just that sometimes longs to come without being prevented by anything. Even when I was complaining to the power, I don't know how many times his name kept coming to my mind."

"Ikhtiar lah, Istikharah prayer insyaallah there will be an answer." Gus Musa patted Rahman on the shoulder before moving from his seat to return home to fulfill the call of his wife and son.

Rahman was still contemplating Gus Musa's speech for a while, after being satisfied then he went to the ablution to purify himself to pray istikharah as suggested by Gus Musa earlier.

"Allahu Akbar ...."

****

"Five years, when are you going to release my mother and return her to me?" urge the caller on the mysterious man who has been kidnapping his mother and commanding her this and that as he pleases.

"Huhah, stop yelling at me, Robin. I'll return the old grandma after you get the information on where the girl is. You tau? He's even more valuable than you and your mother who troubles it."

The man called Robin tightened his jaw, a muscle trained for the past five years makes him look more ferocious now although maybe now the mysterious man will not be able to see it.

"And you! Stop calling me Robin! That's no longer my name! I've long since cut ties with that family!" enragedly.

The sound of laughter came from the phone, it seemed that the mysterious man was completely unaffected.

"Hahahah, whatever. But if you want to see your mother soon, find out where the girl is and then your mother will be released. Didn't you know the rules all along? So why is there no bright spot yet?"

The male caller is getting hotter, but what power do not be to fight back is that he can not for fear that the mother who is being kidnapped will be hurt by him.

"Ah yes, one more thing. Stop pretending to be ustadz, did you forget how much liquor you've been gulping, Rahman?" hiss the voice in a mocking tone.

****

In a village that is still beautiful, far away there. Inside a simple house surrounded by acres of rice fields sits a young girl in a white dress that looks so beautiful, but not with her face.

The beautiful face of ayu instead looks sad even a few times it seems she wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

The people gathered there could only give him a look of pity, as if they knew the bad luck that awaited the girl in front of him.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Asiyah bint ...."