REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 112.

"Ustad? What's up?" tanya Abdi broke Rahman's daydream.

 Rahman was stunned in his place, when he realized the car that had been carrying Asiyah had walked far from there.

"Whose car was that, Mas?" asked Rahman as he walked closer to Abdi with a face made as calm as possible, even though his heart was now on the verge of anxiety immeasurably.

"Ooh, that's Kang Alam's car, Tohir's son, landlord in this village, ustadz. Why the hell?" sahut Abdi asked.

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 Rahman shook his head weakly and then went back up on Abdi's puppet and they returned to driving at moderate speed, because Abdi's goal was to bring Rahman to walk for a moment to enjoy the beauty of the village.

"The person you were referring to, his house is near here, huh, Mas?" again Rahman asked because he was not satisfied with Abdi's answer.

 Abdi nodded firmly.

"Yes, ustadz. Not far from here, it also looks like his white house." Abdi pointed to a minimalist house building with white and black paint and a spacious courtyard. In front of him also looks the car that was parked even though the position looks a bit haphazard.

"Ustadz want to stop by?" tanya Abdi slowed down the speed of his motorbike when he realized that Rahman had not shifted his eyes from the house.

 Rahman gasps.

"Ah, don't go on. I just love the model of the house, good." Rahman answered the whole thing even though his heart didn't feel right now, it felt like he wanted to run to the house and look for Asiyah there because he was sure that the woman who was pulled into the car was the woman he had been waiting for.

 Abdi according to him and went back on his motorbike along the road that left and right looked full of rice fields that began to turn yellow, it also appeared there the residents who were

 busy harvesting rice under the heat of the Surya. Some people seemed to be waving to greet Rahman, but his unfocused mind made Rahman not so attentive and instead closed his eyes as the dizziness that came.

"Mas Abdi, can you stop for a second? My head hurts a lot" Rahman said near Abdi's ear, the goal is for Abdi to hear clearly and be able to immediately pull his motorbike so that he can lay his head that feels like it is on the skewer.

 Abdi who heard that just stopped in front of one of the residents' houses, and either coincidentally or not the house that is almost the house of Pardi and Salma which is right in the middle of the vast rice fields.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Abdi representing Rahman who looks tired holding his head that feels spinning.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," sounded authentic from within in the following appearance of a middle-aged woman sitting in a wheelchair.

 The woman's face looked familiar to Rahman, but the pain in her head made her undo the intention to ask first.

"Oh Allah, why is it Abdi? Let's hurry his friend up first, I think it hurts a lot," tukas Salma who seems to forget the face of Rahman who did experience some changes since their first and last meeting in a small contract Salma and Pardi first in the city.

 Abdi nodded, moved quickly and took Rahman up to the terrace of Salma's house. But because it was no longer strong to withstand the pain Rahman immediately fell to the floor as soon as he climbed to the terrace and lay there while holding his head tightly, as if in great pain.

"It's in the love of drinking first, Di." Salma who had just returned from the kitchen to get a glass of water immediately handed the glass to Abdi with an anxious look.

 After the glass changed hands, Abdi's hunch helped Rahman to sit down and drink. Rahman's hand seemed to move frantically to feel his pocket and took out a package containing several grains of drugs there, and in one swallow all the drugs had made it into his stomach, he said, Rahman gasped for breath when the drug reaction began to relieve little by little the pain.

"How, ustadz? Does it still hurt? Do I want to call a doctor?" cecar Abdi who looked so anxious.

 Rahman shook his head weakly and tried to comment on the smile.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you yes," declined Rahman subtly.

 Abdi then chose to sit near Rahman, keep watch if for example the pain returned again. Want him to ask about what happened to Rahman, but a sense of hesitation also made Abdi choose to be silent.

"Yes, Bik. This is the endadznya, which tomorrow lectures in our mosque ustad Rahman his name, bik. That's a handsome one, isn't it?" Abdi replied with a proud tone.

 But Rahman was even more focused on paying attention to Salma who since last met actually did not change so much.

"So why? How much pain is that, ustadz?" salma asked turned to Rahman.

  Rahman was shocked, but as much as possible still trying to control himself.

"Ah, I don't just have a history of vertigo, so it can sometimes recur. Sorry to startle you" said Rahman politely.

 Salma seemed to understand, she commented a smile and was about to push her wheelchair back inside the house.

"I made a drink first yes," he said kindly.

"Ah, don't bother." Rahman interjected until Salma's movements stopped.

"Beverage, God willing, no trouble at all." Salma reviewed the smile and resumed her intention to go back inside to make drinks for her guests.

 After Salma left, Rahman again tried to extract information from Abdi who seemed still loyal to accompany him.

"Mas Abdi, thank you."

 "The same, ustadz. Hopefully after this the pain of ustadz will not recur again," his prayers sincerely.

 Rahman guaranteed the prayer, then returned to his main focus on Asiyah.

"Mas Abdi knows the woman we met on the side of the road? Who was brought into the car the same rich man Mas name ... That nature?" asked Rahman but in a lowered tone of voice because he did not want anyone to hear.

 Abdi nodded innocently.

"Yes know, ustadz. That's Ma'am Asiyah, Salma's son, Pak Alam's wife."

Jleeegggaaarrr

 Bak in a lightning strike in broad daylight Rahman heard the last sentence uttered by Abdi, between believing and not Rahman tried to keep his mind sane. Even though his heart now feels no longer because of its form.

 Unknowingly, Rahman's tears dripped as soon as he lowered his face until Abdi did not see the tears.

"So, they're married?" ask Rahman again, to make sure that his hearing is not wrong.

"Yes, Ustadz. Not long ago, only two days was still warm it was certain. But what I hear from people, he said Asiyah was not in love with Mr. Alam. Although Mr. Alam is rich, but he said Mbak asiyah only had to marry him."

 Again Abdi's answer made Rahman's heart break, how could he be two days late and the woman whose name he always called in prayer now belongs to someone else.

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 Because he felt that he did not get an answer from Rahman, Abdi even returned cool to continue his story all he knew about Nature.

"But actually pity youh, ustadz Mbak Asiyah was married to Mr. Alam. Even if he is rich he is the one ...."