REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chaptre 109.

Previous night.

Asiyah was sitting on the edge of the bed in the room that was still unfamiliar to her, in her view every corner of the foreign room that made her uncomfortable with a pushy look.

His heart ache inwardly screamed at this moment, how imagined his silence for five years was so cruelly countered by his own father. People who have even been very rarely give him affection even though it is a smile.

And this is where Asiyah, in the house of someone who is called a husband but she herself knows that her marriage is not legal, it is indeed the pardon who married them but Pardi is not the father of Asiyah's birth, he said, while Asiyah and her adoptive parents knew that Asiyah's biological parents were still alive even though Asiyah herself did not know where.

"I know you may consider me your wife, but before this all happened I told you that you were not my father, so in the religion of our marriage this was never valid. I will not open my mouth or humiliate your family, but on one condition," said Asiyah that night with the rest of the courage she had.

Nature screeched softly, then looked at Asiyah with a reluctant look.

"What's? Don't get too much drama" he said.

Asiyah took a deep breath, not the attitude of Nature that infuriated her but also this forced marriage.

"Don't touch me, that's all. Because we are not halal in the eyes of religion," urged Asiyah lirih.

Nature just kept silent while looking at Asiyah meaningfully. But finally a surprising answer was received Asiyah.

"Alright, let's make a post-wedding agreement."

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People are already flocking to the mosque today. The goal is none other than to clean up and tidy up the environment around the mosque ahead of the Prophet's maulid event that will be carried out tomorrow.

Handai taulan began to fill the courtyard and the interior of the mosque, doing their respective duties with joy. But in contrast to Asiyah, although the house of Alam is close to the mosque but Asiyah must be complacent just by watching all of it from behind the window of her room, there is no permission from Nature for him to mingle in the crowd.

"See what?" ask Alam who just entered the room while carrying a large agenda book in the inserts of his hands.

Asiyah did not turn her head, only glanced at a glance then looked back outside.

"No," he said very cleanly.

"Is this how your parents taught you about adab with your husband?" bentak Alam not happy.

Asiyah screeched, in her heart she cursed the man who was husband on the paper.

"Mas knows my parents better, right?" he said half insinuating, because since being in the village Pardi is indeed very close to Nature.

  Nature snorted, perhaps already upset because it ran out of words to fight the sharp Asiyah speech.

"Go if you want to help in the mosque there, but remember not to say anything about us" he said relented.

Asiyah's eyes suddenly sparkled, her heart was honestly happy yet not the least she showed before Nature. It was enough for him that the man saw his flat face, but not his smile.

Soon Alam came back out after again putting some red money into his personal drawer that he did not allow anyone to open it including Asiyah. But Asiyah also did not want to try to find out the contents.

"This is for you, don't tell me that I'm not responsible for not giving a living to my wife ." said Alam shortly before he actually got out of the room and closed the door.

"Eh, Neng Asy is here too, Neng. I don't think I came" said Wak Sumirah, one of Asiyah's neighbors who is among the friendliest people in her village that Asiyah has ever met.

Wak Sumirah, a widow, lives alone because she has no children. His daily activities are selling wet cakes and breakfast which is the only one in the small village. And almost all the villagers are his subscriptions.

"Yes, Wak. Just asked permission from Mas Alam, he had gone out because" said Asiyah gently while helping Wak Sumirah clean the carpet carpet in the mosque courtyard.

Some other residents also looked at Asiyah and Wak Sumirah, whispering while occasionally pointing and glancing at Asiyah who turned her back to them.

"Subhanallah, Neng Asiyah is a dutiful wife. Want to go out just have to wait for the permission of the husband first, I if I have a child like Neng Asiyah I must be very happy," said Wak Sumirah with his typical laughter.

Asiyah only smiled in response, but still said Wak Sumirah apparently invited rumors of more people back there.

"Geezer! If the work is focused, don't talk!" exclaimed July, one of the residents also who had the other day talked about Asiyah at a stall near her home.

Juli looks perplexed from the look in his eyes, all also know that he does not like asiyah, although Asiyah had never had a problem with him before.

"Huh! You just from earlier gossip continues, just look at it ngepel so it's not finished-because of gossip, it's just want to talk about your man, Jul!" omel Wak Sumirah too, although it is old this one wawak will not budge if he does not feel he made a mistake.

Juli snorted loudly, then directly slammed the mop in her hand and went away from there.

"Basic itching!" he said while deliberately nudging the shoulder of Asiyah while walking towards the fence out of the mosque.

"Heh, July!" exclaim Wak Sumirah did not accept when July bright light mengatai Asiyah.

Juli throttled without stopping her footsteps, it was seen that she was only brave at the back but when faced directly she pelt like a jangek cracker.

"Already, Wak. Asy is not papa kok," between asiyah before Wak Sumirah getting windy and make the gossip of neighbors more sanser again.

"The mouth of the mouth of July is very tajem, Neng. People who have no problems with him are just made to have problems with him, but we all also know that the problem is in itself that haughty," ketus Wak Sumirah was still staring in the direction of the departure this July.

Even though the work at the mosque has not been completed but he went home as if he had nothing wrong, he said, though because he was the person so not focused on working and only gossip until this afternoon the work has not been completed.

While helping Wak Sumirah do other work that has not been completed, suddenly remembered the words of Nature the other day about ustadz who will speak in their village tomorrow.

"Eh, Neng. You already know not yet if the ustadz that is invited tomorrow he said is still young, where handsome Neng he said. Duh, if only Wak there are girls would have been a matewak same ustadz it," chirps Wak Sumirah while continuing to mop the floor that was left by July just like that with help by Asiyah.

"Rahman's ustadz name, Wak?" asked Asiyah to make sure once again, because only because she heard the name all night Asiyah could not sleep because she continued to remember Rahman who she left in the cottage.

I don't know how it is now, honestly he is the most Asiyah wait and miss, even always called in prayer in the third of the night. Even today Asiyah's eyes feel warm just by saying that name.

"Yes, Neng. Well it just so happens that there's another balihanya in pairs, Neng. There is a photo of his ustadz, but the heart of Neng. Don't look long, your husband will be jealous to pingit again you, neng same him." Wak Sumirah chuckled then resumed her mopping task.

Asiyah is now starting to focus on the large billboards that are being installed by several young people near the entrance fence of the mosque.

As the billow opened and was perfectly installed, Asiyah's tears instantly dripped and slowly turned into a torrent.

"Subhanallah, Brother. It turns out that it was you, I missed, sister I missed," whispered Asiyah in her tears before finally running away before anyone noticed her crying.