REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chaptre 140.

 Fibre merta Rahman.

"What, Mom? Resin?" pekik.

 Ms. Hannah nodded with a sweet smile on her old lips.

  But soon after Rahman even scratched his head with a confused face.

"What's the problem, ma'am?" tanyanya while chuckling.

 Ms. Hannah sighed and exhaled slowly.

"It turns out my son is said to be pinter but bo doh," kekehnya without mean to insult.

 Rahman advances his lips in a sulking temple mode.

"Mom what the hell, tell me why, Mom. After all, the pendulum is a form of neremin so where does the resin come from?" rahman's protest again.

 Ms. Hannah raised Rahman's hand and placed it on top of the barbed pendulum.

"Aaahh, don't don't, Mom! Rahman's hands will be torn!" rahman screams while closing his eyes.

 But a second later there was no pain that he felt, he tried to dare to look at his hand placed Bu Hannah.

"Huaaahhhh," he screeches while raising his hand and scanning it right in front of his eyes.

"What's the yelling? Didn't anyone hurt your hand?" mom asked Hannah, rolling her eyes at Rahman.

 Rahman gaped, turned to Ms. Hannah and shook her head slowly.

"Now, try holding it again." Ms. Hannah again thrust the colored thorny pendulum into the ashes in front of Rahman.

 Slowly Rahman raised his hand to touch the pendulum, slowly the surface of his hand continued to trace the pendulum part that did feel like plastic.

"Well, how is this, Mom?" he asked in wonder and then took the barbed pendulum from the hands of Bu Hannah with a feeling of arrogance because apparently Edwin had managed to work on it by using the toy pendulum.

 "Well, how else? Resin is so texture is more or less the same as plastic or acrylic," said Ms. Hannah with a smile that could not be separated from her shady face.

 Rahman understood and took a deep breath before again asking his mother what had made him curious all along.

"How did you treat your mother all this time?" asked Rahman softly.

 The eyes of Ms. Hannah who was originally sparkling began to fog.

" Mom crying? Did you treat your mother badly?" Rahman connected his words.

 But Miss Hannah shook her head quickly as she rubbed the corner of her eye.

"No, he treated my mother very well. Like his own mother who died a long time ago," said Ms. Hannah slowly but still quite heard in Rahman's ear.

"Didn't her uncle's mother die of her own uncle's greed, ma'am? Uncle who killed his own parents, right? Even the whole family knows this."

 Ms. Hannah seemed to flinch, but soon her eyes returned to tears.

"No, that's not the real story. The story was made to make your uncle look bad in front of the whole family, but the original is not the real story. Even the real perpetrator is still roaming free to this day."

 Rahman could only be astonished to hear the story of the mother, his assumption all this time would the uncle collapsed instantly to hear his mother's confession as an eyewitness to the terrible events that took the life of his sister decades ago.

Somewhere else.

"Are you ready?" satrio asked as he scanned the appearance of his lover, Aish who now looked sweet by wearing a dress below the knee with a small daisy flower motif, her long hair in a beautiful booth added to the full appearance of the night.

 Aish blushed in embarrassment and lowered her head when she realized Satrio's eyes were endlessly staring at her.

"Let's go, Mas. When do you want to worry about it?" muttered Aish shut her mouth holding back a laugh.

 Satrio gasped and immediately realized from his daydream, then he gallantly held the hand of the idol to the online taxi that had been waiting for them since.

"Please, my future consort." Satrio opened the car door for Aish, and protected the top so that the lover's head did not stumble, very romantic. I don't know when the author will feel like this, ah ngayal again.

"It's a long time, Mom." The online taxi driver grumbled when Satrio just walked in through the other door.

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 Hearing him Satrio just sighed deeply and smiled.

"The father of kayak has never fallen in love, yes it has been directly to the address according to the application yes, sir."

 The taxi driver who was an adult man with a mature brown skin nodded and started running his car towards the highway.

"Mas, are we really going to Sarah's house?" aish asked after a moment of silence in the car.

 Satrio turned and nodded. "Yes dong, sir, the boss himself asked us to go there. You forgot the hell, honey?"

 Aish's face reddened to hear Satrio calling him affection in front of others who incidentally people are not known, but it seems Satrio just relaxed and not so concerned with the surrounding.

"Why keep going anyway? Can you not be free to see your beautiful face now? You didn't miss the same time, did you? After all these years of not meeting your footy time is better to look at than Mas?" satrio pretended to sulk.

 Aish raised his face and smiled, but he had not had time to say what the rese driver had back to interrupt their chat.

"Don't believe a man's talk, Neng. Usually, if you have already praised that there must be a want, dear Eneng future if you arrive at believe the same male crocodile model that is only a capital of aja gombal, neng," said the driver was pitched.

Satrio who felt insinuated just throbbing and then turned to the rese driver whose face was not friendly at all.

"Eh, Sir. Heart dong if you talk, not all men like you said just now, not all men, there is also a man who is loyal and understanding as his partner is not just a capital dreadlocks doang kayak said the father, as long as you know yes, yes, Sir I'm the same boyfriend I've been LDR for about five years, so it's natural that it feels if at this time I want to be satisfied to see his face why be a sewot father anyway? I want the dreadlocks also like me is, my wong again the effort to make my girlfriend is cool how is the problem for it? Anyway, yes, sir."

"Udah has said it, it's been until now, hunted pay." The driver even raised his hand to ask for payment for his services regardless of the words Satrio who had been blabbering until unconscious had arrived at the destination address.

 Satrio stunned to see the driver whose behavior is like this driver, how can this model driver even get five stars in the ojol application.

"Heh, Mum. Even waiting again, the hunt pay continues down I have another order! Don't know if anyone's after a deposit for Panai's money?" urged the driver while turning his body back and looking at Satrio annoyed.

 With a face restraining angrily Satrio opened his wallet and took out a piece of blue money from inside.

"Nih," he said while putting the money into the hands of the driver who immediately sumringah.

 Satrio did not budge when the driver just put the money into his pocket and there was no sign that he would return the rest. Though in the application listed the cost is only about twenty-four thousand.

"Why hasn't it come down yet? Is this really the address? As ordered?" grunts the driver who looks upset because Satrio and Aish are still at home sitting in the back seat of his car.

 Satrio growled stifled then with a sharp look at the driver's eyes from the rearview mirror in he said slowly.

" Where are my returns?"