REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
The Chapter 120

 In another village.

"Cah ayu, he said Baskoro juragan wanted to smear you, nduk. Are you willing to be his wife?" nek Janah asked Aisyah, his adopted granddaughter.

 Aisyah who was washing dishes in the bathroom immediately stopped her activities and looked at the grandmother with pushy eyes.

"But, grandma. Juragan Baskoro already has two wives, after all his age is not young anymore, Grandma."

 Nek Janah sat down on the dining table chair and let out a tired breath.

"Then what's wrong, nduk. He is rich, so it is natural that he can have more than two wives" concluded the grandmother.

 Aisyah looked at the pile of dirty dishes before her and was silent for quite a while.

"How, nduk? If you get married with boss Baskoro will surely meet your needs all. You will never lack, nduk." Nek Janah was still trying to persuade Aisha.

"But Aish already has her own choice, Grandma. And he will also propose to Aish in the near future," Aisyah's great-grandson quietly while continuing her dish-washing activities.

"You mean Satrio?" Nek Janah said a little sharply.

 Slowly, Aisyah nodded despite her heart breaking.

 Nek Janah seemed to throw her face the other way while snorting in annoyance.

"She's just an errand boy, Aish! Realize that he will not be able to support you with his work that is only a fried rice maker! Got another guy! Mending if he has his own."

 Aisyah kept her head down to hear the babble of her grandmother, it was always so if she began to discuss about Satrio, her lover and employee at the fried rice restaurant owned by Axel, the husband of her employer first.

 Their story begins when Aish starts working at Sarah's house, and often meets Satrio every time the young man delivers something to the boss' house, it could be money from the sale or special fried rice ordered by Sarah and her family.

 But now, since Aish invited his grandmother to go to the village. They can only communicate by phone, establish long-distance relationships while maintaining a commitment to each other.

"Huh, stop! You cannot be told! Don't regret it if you suffer later with your choice!"

 Nek Janah pushed the chair and rose from his seat with a sour face, for the umpteenth time Nek Janah offered a proposal from the rich man in the village to the grandson. I don't know what the purpose is, maybe because it's tired of taking care of the grandson who is not his own flesh and blood.

 After washing and cleaning the kitchen and house, Asiyah rushed into her room and locked it. Tears that have since been in the dock dripped without being prevented, his heart ached once every time his grandmother tried to match him with someone who seemed careless. Tau rarely the person is married or even very old even beyond the age of Nek Janah himself, it is very sad.

Trings

Trings

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 The loud ringing of the phone broke Aisyah's daydream, as soon as she took the flat object she had from the results of collecting her salary and saw the name of the caller there.

"Ah, Mas Satrio. You always know whenever I need you" whispered Aisyah before finally raising the call.

"Catsalive, Aish. How hoarse is his voice, you cry again?" asked Satrio from a phone call as if he could see the condition of the lover's heart at this time.

 Aisyah rubbed the tears that were still running down her cheeks, then cooked up a smile even though she knew Satrio would not be able to see it.

"No papa, Mom. It's just a matter of course" Aish answered as is, because all the problems in the village and everything that was done and happened to her Aisyah would always tell Satrio the truth, she said, indeed the key to a lasting LDR relationship is to be open to each other, right?.

 I heard a long breath from there.

" In a match again? Who is the same this time?" asked Satrio who was used to hearing such news, it's just that he responded calmly not in a hurry to get angry because he knew all that was also not the desire of the lover of the heart that until now he believed was still loyal to him.

 Aisyah laughed loudly, because her heart was too sick this time.

"Juragan Baskoro," said Aisha briefly.

"Who is he, aish? How many wives?" cananda Satrio tried to melt the atmosphere, although now his heart is as painful as the lover.

"Purpose of fertilizer, its age is almost the same as Grandma. So the third wife, because the boss's wife was two to Aish's knowledge, crazy right, Mas?" grunting Aisyah was no longer able to endure her frustration.

 Silent for a moment, maybe Satrio was composing the right word for him to say to the idol who has shared his joys and sorrows with him for almost five years.

"Mas will marry you soon." Satrio said firmly, after almost a minute they were silent to each other as if diving into each other's hearts.

 Aish's eyes warmed up, it had been a long time since he waited for the word to come out of the lover's mouth. Although he never forced Satrio to marry her soon but Aish knew that his lover must always strive for the best for their future.

"Serious mas?" asked Aisyah with a face covered in tears.

"Yes, Mas will immediately find out who your real father is to propose and ask him to be our guardian later. You take it easy yes, leave everything the same Mas, insyaallah Mas will give the best than what grandma offers you. Wait, yeah, honey."

 Aisyah's tears were getting more flooded, she nodded repeatedly even though Satrio couldn't possibly see it because it wasn't a video call connection.

"Thank you, Mom. Aish promises to wait," Aish said before they finally ended the phone call and returned to their respective activities.

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"Huahahhhaha, five years .... I've been waiting for this moment for five years, nothing has been in vain. Prepare ye! Soon all our plans will be successful. Without having to bother at the end of the day it's the child who will come to see me." quipped a mysterious man who has always hidden his identity from readers, - only the author knows who he is, who he is, haha - -

"Are you sure they'll accept us, if later they find out why we haven't been there for them since they started to remember?" ask a woman who is with the man.

 The man turned around, looking into the beautiful eyes of his woman in the dim light of the room.

"Of course, they came to gain my compassion. So they have to pay and comply with my request. The request that I had for five years deferred until finally that day would come, the day that they would come and ask for my help! Ahhaha!" said the man full of confidence while standing and embracing the woman's shoulders in his arms.

 He hugged and kissed the top of the woman's head, whose eyes now looked wet with tears. The man wiped it gently, then slowly also kissed the woman's eyes.

"Patience, Honey. In a moment, just a minute."