REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 107. S2

"Eh pity that Asiyah, can never go out of the house with her father now once out even directly brought to her husband's house. Duh, where is the horror of her husband Asiyah is light-handed, likes to mukul also stingy like his father in the Tohir draughtsman," said one of the neighbors in the village who happened to come to Asiyah's house yesterday to help and watch the wedding between Asiyah and the son of the landlord in the village.

 For five years, Asiyah had been with her parents in the village of M, and during that time only a few times the villagers had met her in person, in addition because Pardi did not allow him to be outside too long because Asiyah never felt comfortable with his life after getting out of the cottage.

 During that time, Asiyah became quiet and never looked smiling. All his activities are more he spent in the room, on the prayer mat or just take off the sadness with a poise in his room.

 Until finally when it arrived, when the middle beradarus in front of the window of his room facing the rice field area owned by his adoptive parents, that's when the bead sharp eyes like an eagle belonging to Nature, the bead, the man who is now her husband first saw her and immediately proposed to her to be his wife. Asiyah was helpless, because Pardi threatened to no longer want to admit her child if she refused the proposal of Nature and Tohir.

"Eh, uh look at that Asiyah passing by. Hih, look at that red cheek, well did I say earlier? It must have been .. must have been able to bogem raw the Nature it must be," whispered one of the other neighbors who are now gathering in a stall located not far from the house of Pardi and Salma who have now begun to be able to move in a wheelchair.

 Asiyah who was passing by while carrying a bushel actually heard that her neighbors were gossiping about her. But Asiyah was reluctant to respond and preferred to duck and speed up her steps to get to her parents' house.

 Still accompanied by a look of pity and whispers discordant neighbors, Asiyah entered the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Asiyah as she continued to step in until she arrived at the kitchen, where her mother and father were talking there. The faces of the two also looked agitated.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Salma gently, then by pushing his wheelchair he approached Asiyah who was still standing glued to the kitchen doorstep.

"Mom," said Asiyah as she greeted the mother's hand that began to wrinkle, Salma stroked gently the head of the princess wrapped in a salem-colored veil that was in line with her seemingly new clothes.

"Have you eaten, nduk?" Salma gently stroked the hand of Asiyah who was pushing her wheelchair back towards the dining table.

"Already, Mom." Asiyah said softly, with a face that kept looking down as if avoiding the eyes of the father who now scanned it from top to bottom.

"Your husband knows you're here?" pardi asked after Asiyah put her luggage on the table.

 Asiyah nodded briefly, then sat down next to her mother.

"What did you bring, nduk?" Salma asked gently again, as if knowing that her daughter's heart was not good.

"So Ash cook chicken SOP, Mom. Mostly, so some Asy brought here, like to eat chicken wings, there is Asy bawain rather a lot of the wings," said Asiyah no less soft.

 Then without waiting for long Asiyah got up to take the bowl on the shelf and led it towards the table. Before finally the delicious-looking chicken soup moved into the bowl.

"Don't leave the house too often, especially without your husband's permission. Remember now that you're not a girl anymore, there are people that we have to respect as much as we do." Again, Pardi said without thinking about the feelings of the child who was actually very hurt by this unwanted marriage.

"Already, Mas. Do not be too discussed, just eat first," cut Salma while looking meaningfully at her husband.

"I'm just trying to give her the best for her, deck. It's been five years, and the young man he's always waiting for doesn't come, so don't blame me for accepting another man's proposal for Asiyah, than the villagers continue to say slanted about our families if our girls do not sell. Besides the family that received it is also a rich family, surely her life will be guaranteed already she should obey her husband and more stay at home rather than wandering unclear." Pardi continues to babble even though now his mouth is full of chicken soup made by Asiyah which tastes very delicious.

 Asiyah was silent, she did not answer at all. For him there is no point in saying, it will only make the problem more complicated later. In his heart, Asiyah could only pray that he could soon be free from his unhealthy relationship with the husband he did not want.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," I heard the voice of Pardi who was now in front.

 The voice spoke shortly before Pardi returned to the kitchen with a young man with dimples on his face.

"Asiyah, your husband's picking you up. You said you had permission, then why did Nature say not?" said Pardi while staring at the ferocious Asiyah, looking anger on her face.

 Asiyah just lowered her head, not twitching a little even when the man named Alam who had just one day become her husband sat beside her. It was obvious that Asiyah seemed uncomfortable, but she held it all her might because she was with her parents.

"It's okay, sir. Maybe Asiyah forgot, I understand, it could be that Asiyah is not used to our relationship now. Maybe he used to be free, so now it is strange if you have to permit every trip," said Nature who sounded like a curse in the heart of Asiyah.

 How not, the man had clearly insulted her, saying that Asiyah was used to being free was the same as her judging Asiyah as a woman who did not know the rules and time like a call woman.

 But Asiyah was still silent, even though the pain in her heart was so pronounced that it made her eyes feel heated. But again, all his strength tried to survive so that the tears did not fall down, especially in front of the strange man by his side now.

 Pardi seems to trust Nature more, seen from the smile that has not been separated from his old face. Especially with the hand in the form of two boxes of chocolate cigarettes in front of him now.

"Oh yes, my sir here all want to say that tomorrow after the mosque we will hold a maulid event, and the plan is that we will invite a famous ustadz who is being talked about it. And for that to help the running of the event all residents are asked to donate," said Alam again still with a smile as sweet as honey on his face that looks innocent but holds a million mysteries.

 Hearing that Pardi seemed enthusiastic, indeed this one old man was always enthusiastic about what news was brought by people who wanted to give him anything.

"Oh yeah, how much is Nak Alam's donation?"

 Nature smiled broadly once again.

"Ah that .. not much really, sir. Only two hundred thousand only," said Nature lightly.

 Salma looked surprised, but not with Pardi without asking much more he went to the room and returned with two red sheets in his hands.

"This, Son. Donations from us."

 Nature accepted it with a strange look, I don't know Asiyah herself sometimes felt afraid of the man.

 Because of curiosity Salma finally ventured to ask.

"Hmmm, if you may know what is the name of the famous ustadz you mean earlier, Lam?"

 Nature looked up, but soon looked down again as if the money in her hand seemed more important than her in-laws' questions. But he finally answered, albeit indifferently.

"If it's not wrong, it's Rahman."