REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 136.

 Nightfall, with gontai aish steps walk out from inside his boarding room. A day in it makes it pretty cramped too, let alone just playing cell phones and thinking what he would do to quickly meet his biological parents and twin sisters.

"Eh, Neng. The new occupants just came in, right?" greet Mang Midun, the kosan security guard is friendly.

 Aish smiled and looked down friendly anyway. "Yes, Mang."

 Aish turned around, deserted. Somehow he was able to get to the front of the boarding house even though his intention was only to breathe fresh air outside even kebablasan.

"Want to eat, Neng?" asked Mang Midun again, because he saw Aish who had been silent since as if he did not know what he was going to do.

"Eh, not really, Mang. Does anyone here sell food?" ask Aish back.

"Some, just wait here, Neng. Soon also passing by," said Mang Midun while coming out of his guard post and sitting on a long bench in front of his post.

Aish followed Mang Midun sitting on the wooden bench, his attention fixed to the asphalt road in front of them that looked wet due to the drizzling rain of maghrib earlier.

"This is Mas Satrio? Sorry if I'm kepo," kekeh mang Midun while opening his security hat and fanning it in front of the face.

"Ah, I .. I ...."

 Aish seemed hesitant to answer when he could have said that he was Satrio's future wife clearly, but his broken mood due to the discovery of a photo of a woman in Satrio's previous contract makes him hesitant to say it.

"Aish," call Hendro to rescue Aish from an uncomfortable condition.

"Eh, A. Bring what?" tanya Aish prefers to answer Hendro's call.

 Hendro sat on the long bench, and Midun seemed to steal a glance at the two of them.

"Eh, we're just going there, A." Aish got up and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

"Why am I staying?" seloroh mang Midun with his face bent to pretend to snack.

"And mamang who waited for the food seller," kekeh Aish tried to melt the atmosphere with a small laugh.

 Mang Midun chuckled. "Well, you young man. He wants two, old man, what.".

Aish smiled at the joke of the man about thirty years old, but did not chimed in because more curious about what was brought by Hendro.

"Aish, here." Hendro waved his hand for Aish to sit in front of him.

"Why, A? Did Aa' find anything?" cecar aish is impatient.

 Hendro nodded, then showed the bright pink cup he had found earlier.

"Cup?" Aish turned his head to see the seriousness on Hendro's face.

And Hendro nodded, then turned the cup until the initials of the double S appeared on the other side.

"What does this mean, A?" murmured Aish with an erratic feeling.

"See, but .. I think this must have something to do with the woman in the photo. I don't know why Aa is so sure" said Hendro.

 Aish is increasingly restless, especially when he never found the answer to all these mysteries.

Kegs

Kegs

Kegs

"Neng, this is fried rice. Would you like some pesen?" mang Midun asked Aish.

 Not yet Aish answered Hendro had already responded to the call ma v Midun.

"Yes, Mang! Two yes, pedes!"

"Big!" exclaimed mang Midun while raising his thumb up.

"We just eat first, let's be more calm in the language," said Hendro again said softly to Aish.

 Aish nodded his head, there was nothing he could think of right now. Even his mind was full of all the worst possible things he might find later. And he felt he had to prepare for it.

"Eh, Mang Midun!" exclaiming a woman who came out of the front room there who is known as the boarding house manager, who is none other than Sri who this time came out with a fun look, who is not, the tangtop chime mini skirt seemed unable to hide part of his secret mountain until it looked so poking and swaying every time he moved.

"What, Sri?" sahut Mang Midun who looked indifferent it was.

"What person? Fried rice what is Tek Tek noodles?" sri asked again, while swaying flirtatiously when he realized the presence of Hendro in front of him.

 Hendro threw away his face because he felt amused to see everything that moved and swayed in Sri's body which was quite semok.

"Fried rice!" sahut Mang Midun glanced over.

"Message me one, Mang. Later I pay you all, like an ordinary two," Sri exclaimed again and then turned back into his room, and either intentionally or not but it seems he stuck his tongue out while looking at Hendro.

"Huekkk," murmured Hendro while bellowing to cast his gaze in the other direction with a look of disdain.

"Why, A?" ask Aish curiously.

"Regular, city sighting." Hendro denied the origin.

 Aish flicked his shoulders up, because he did not understand what Hendro meant.

 Mang Midun came with a package in his hand, four packs of fried rice that gave off a fragrant smell as he took it out on the table.

"I get the plate first" he said, rising to his feet and heading to the small room at the end of the stairs, which is the common kitchen, and again carrying three plates and a spoon in his hand.

"Thank you, Mang. Repot once everything is taken the same plate spoon," said Hendro while receiving a plate and spoon from the hand of the mang Midun.

"Ah, what a bother, den. Come on, Neng at eat this fried rice is the most famous delicious in the neighborhood here loh." Mang Midun thrust a pack of fried rice in front of Aish.

 Aish nodded and smiled slightly as she received the package and opened it on the plate she had intended for her.

 The aroma of fried rice is sounding, the smoke that is still billowing with a clap egg on it makes Aish's stomach instantly rumble.

"Eh, is it done with the fried rice? Why don't you call me anyway?" sri asked who had arrived to stand between them with the same clothes as before, very open especially in view from a closer distance makes all the curves in his body printed more clearly.

"Where are the dishes for me, Mang?" connect Sri again when looking at the table there are no empty plates available for her.

"Take it yourself, oh yeah don't forget the fried rice fifteen thousand." Mang Midun raised his hand in front of Sri.

 Sri clucked in annoyance. "Huh, it's a money turn. Huh!" Sri put a piece of green money into the hands of Mang Midun who seemed to grin happily.

 After that Sri walked towards the soup kitchen and returned with a plate in her hand.

"Well, good evening fried rice. Moreover, after eating in temenin ayang," kekeh Sri while opening her fried rice package while occasionally stealing send to Hendro who prefers to eat while looking down.

"Oh, this is my cup. " Sri picked up the pink cup that was on the table in front of Aish and noticed it. "Well, it's real, it's mine and I have her initials. Who's this who invented it?"