REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 148.

"Rahman! Hurry up, it's noon we have to hunt. Later the Ed even left again," urged Bu Hannah impatiently, since then, the old woman who has lived in the boarding school has chosen to wear a hijab and dress waiting in front of the door of the child's room.

Chequek.

"Yes yes, this Mom is.".

Rahman came out of his room with a neat appearance with Koko's clothes and material pants also did not forget the black skullcap that was always faithful in his head.

"Yes, come on, I can't wait to see my granddaughter."

Miss Hannah pulled Rahman's hand quickly towards the edge of the highway.

"Om Rahman! Grandma!" call Abbas who is playing with a friend in his cabin.

Rahman stopped his steps as well as Ms Hannah who had considered Abbas as her own grandson.

"Where are grandma going?" abbas asked after being near Rahman while holding his fingers.

"You go to uncle's house for a minute, " replied Rahman.

Abbas looked mangosteen.

"Dear Abbas, grandma same om Rahman go first yes, later back again really." Hannah's impatient mother tried to explain.

Abbas lifted his face to look into the eyes of old Hannah Ma'am.

"Abbas knows, Grandma."

Miss Hannah's forehead is wrinkled. "Then? Abbas wants to come?"

"No, Abbas was in Abi's message he said om Rahman there was a call later tonight at the Nurul hidayah mosque on B street" Abbas explained his intention to call Rahman.

"Oh yes, later the same grandma om Rahman will go home quickly really yes. You just calm down, now Abbas enters yes grandma just want to go first so you can go home later," said Bu Hannah quickly.

Abbas nodded and returned to his place to play with his friend.

"Buruan!" Ms. Hannah jerked Rahman's hand and it didn't take long for them to reach the side of the road waiting for public transport to pass by.

Thirty minutes drive with the angkot up to twice replace finally Bu Hannah and Rahman arrived at the luxury residence Ed.

The guards on duty had known Bu Hannah and Rahman, so it was not difficult for them to enter the house.

"Assalamualaikum," said Ms. Hannah as she climbed the floor of the mansion looking for the whereabouts of the owner of the house.

Because she never got an answer on the first floor, Ms. Hannah floated her feet to the second floor to look for the owner of the house to her room.

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"Assalamualaikum, Amel are you inside, son?" mrs Hannah knocked on Ed and Amelie's bedroom door.

Soon there were footsteps from inside the room, followed by the door of the room that finally opened wide.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said someone whose voice was so softly greeting their ears.

For sure it was not the sound of the amelie, because Bu Hannah so memorized the voice of his wife from her nephew.

"Asy's Teng?" Rahman gasped as the girl who answered his mother's greeting showed her nose at the door.

But the girl's reaction is so beyond reason, Rahman sees her as confused and does not know her. His gaze was different from the gaze of Asiyah every time he looked at her, there was no warmth there. But how could his face look so much like a betel nut on the two sides.

A moment later the girl stepped out and showed off her beautiful smile that really resembled an Asiyah smile.

"Who are you, neng. What are you, what did Ed say as his son?" asked Bu Hannah closer and touched the cheek of the girl in front of her.

The girl nodded. "Yes, Grandma. But sorry, I am not Asy I Aish more precisely Aisyah. Twin brother's Asy."

The girl said while looking at Rahman, Rahman quickly lowered his head and uttered an Istighfar many times.

"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah."

"What's? Twin brothers'? So ... Your twin has been found?" cecar Bu Hannah who used to feel devastated when the baby baby that was born Amelie disappeared simultaneously.

Aish nodded, and quickly Ms. Hannah hugged him tightly.

"Subhanallah, now you're big and beautiful, son. You look a lot like Ed when he was young" muttered Bu Hannah in between her sobs that came out so easily.

"Yes, grandma. I am very happy to be reunited with Mami and Papi, especially Asy. And grandma will definitely complete everything," muttered Aish expectantly.

Ms. Hannah broke her arms, kissed Aish on both cheeks and wiped the tears left on her cheeks.

"Let's go see your mother" said Ms. Hannah, holding Aish's hand, into Amelie's room because at first glance, Ms. Hannah saw Amelie sitting on the balcony.

Rahman was still dumbfounded on the spot, his mind was raging between not believing happily or whether the feeling of what his name was in his heart at this time was confused how to describe it, let alone the author who was just too happy.

"Rahman! Come on!" hannah cried when she realized Rahman was not following their steps.

Rahman had the shortest time, because he was so shocked by the fact that he was unconscious in staying just at the door.

"Rahman is out, Mom." Rahman refused.

"At least Salami was your Aunty." Hannah's mother returned to give her order.

Finally, with a shaky step and a chaotic mind, Rahman walked closer, while passing the girl who claimed to be named Aisyah, somehow Rahman's heart beat so fast.

"Hey, Robin, you're a big boy now. Aunty barely even knows you because too many years I spent mourning my son" Amelie said as Rahman kissed her hand and stroked Rahman's head.

Rahman lifted his face and smiled slightly.

"Call me Rahman, aunt. That name I've been dropping for a long time, maybe aunty forgot," she explained.

"Ah, okay. Rahman" muttered Amelie with a small smile.

Rahman got up.

"Rahman just wait in front, ma'am."

Ms. Hannah nodded and let Rahman out of the room, again when she crossed paths with Aish who stepped closer to her mother, her heart racing again.

'well, this must be because he looks so much like Asy. But ... are they really uncle's children?' inner Rahman raged.

Rahman went down the stairs leading to the first floor, his intention to relax by sitting in the garden behind Ed's house which has a fish pond where he used to play when he was a boy.

"Hah, even the atmosphere here nothing has changed. But ... why does everything feel ambiguous, when once uncle was a ruthless mafia who had no compassion, but ... why do you insist on saying that everything that happened before, including the opa and Oma massacres, was not the result of his actions? Then who?" murmured Rahman alone because the mother had not told herself about the story that made her look at the uncle as a cruel man all along.

Rahman played his hand on the surface of the pond that was filled with fish from the type of koi, the colorful color that spoils the eyes makes him momentarily forget that became the burden of his mind these few days.

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"Sister Rahman? Is the brother here?" call someone who suddenly stands behind Rahman.

Rahman turned around and was surprised not to play when he found the woman's face as pale as people died.

"Asy's Teng? This you?" worried girl.