REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 153.

"That's impossible, everything sounds too crazy and absurd." Rahman murmuring.

 Ed turned to her, his usual sharp eyes now looked even more wistful and shady.

But in reality that's what happened, you saw the conditions in the house just now, right? If only my men hadn't moved fast, we might have lost you by now. The dark world is terrible, dude. It's good that you chose to separate" Ed said.

"What ... took the life of my late father was also the same person, Uncle. Honestly until now I still think I can do it," asked Rahman hesitated, hesitating, but if he was just silent, there was no answer for sure to the thing that he had longed for in his heart.

 Edwin let out a heavy sigh, his gaze turning to the large open window on the side of the room. The cold wind entered from there made a giggle come to hit Rahman's body which still felt weak.

"Uncle say, so that this heart can be calm and can trust your story earlier," urged Rahman again.

 But Ed got up, shifted the blanket and pulled it to the limit of Rahman's neck even though he was currently leaning on a pillow. Surprisingly Ed did not choose to just close the window.

"I need some fresh air" Ed said as if he knew Rahman's thoughts.

Ed sat back down, clasped his own knuckle book and looked straight back at the open window.

"Are you gonna trust me, dude. This ... might sound very absurd," Ed murmured without turning his gaze away from the window.

 Rahman's heart was pounding, long since he waited for the real answer now finally when it arrived. But he was afraid, his heart was not strong to accept the truth.

"Looks like you're in doubt, do I need to call your mother?" keep Ed up as if he knows Rahman's unrest.

"Is my mother still here?"

"Well, auntie's still here. She was the most anxious when she called me and said you never came back home after leaving with Asy, but Asy said you even left without even hearing what he was about to say. You know, you're hurting my daughter's heart."

 Ed's last words made the guilt back lodged in Rahman's heart, but when he remembered Asy's last words to him. The pain returned to the heart and broke the taste that he had been keeping neatly there.

"Sorry, uncle can we discuss anything else first? I ... am not in the mood to discuss this," murmured Rahman as he turned the other way.

 Ed smelled a thin smile. "Alright, wait here while I call aunty."

 Rahman nodded at a glance, and Ed stepped out of the room and went back to the door.

 In solitude, the shadow of what happened a dozen years ago flashed in Rahman's mind, how the father finally died while hugging his small body. Unknowingly Rahman's tears trickled down, how longing mercilessly thrust into the recesses of his heart.

"Dad, will the truth be revealed now? Who should I trust, it's too hard to determine the answer, Dad. If you were still here, you would help Rahman find the answer, wouldn't you? Like the guessing game we played for the last time," Isak Rahman in his bed, rolled over here and there trying to dampen his cries but what happened instead became more and more.

 Rahman's shoulders were shaken, so loud was the cry.

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"My son." a clap and a call from a familiar voice pierced through Rahman's hearing, Rahman stopped his crying, wiped away the tears and rose to confirm his hearing.

"Are you crying, son?"

 The seraut of the face she so longed for appeared before, the soothing shady smile that Rahman had always longed for now appeared before her. Rahman was almost in disbelief, he was glued to the spot without taking his eyes off at all, fixated on the look of the face he so longed to see again .

 "Yes, it's dad. Dad's time isn't much, so listen to me good, son."

 Rahman nodded, the face of the father in front of him looked very radiant but he did not care even though the glare controlled his eyes he just wanted to see his face as happy as to be treated to the longing that had been so dusty.

"Dad, I missed you." Rahman did not really listen to the father's words, he hit him hugging him tightly to hear the aroma that emanated from the father's body, a very fragrant aroma and he had never met in the world.

 Feeling a hand rub his head, Rahman closed his eyes enjoying it.

"Listen to my father, my son now you will know all the truth. Don't doubt what you're about to hear, that's the real story. I guarantee that, and after that all you have to do is ...."

*

"Dude, hey dude are you asleep?"

 Rahman felt his body shake, his head spinning as he forced his eyes open. Wet, he touched her face and found her wet.

"Hey, even you're crying in your sleep. What's up?" cecar Ed again while sitting on the edge of the bed.

 Rahman did not reply, he spread his gaze in all directions and found the body that the mother had just exited from the small room in the corner of the room that served as a bathroom.

"Mom" call Rahman.

 Ms. Hannah smiled and approached, carrying a small towel in her hand.

"What made you fall asleep crying like this, son? Look, even that pillow is wet because of you." Ms. Hannah wiped the wet and sweaty face of Rahman with the towel she was carrying, then she sat down next to the son who still looked confused.

"Are you sure you want to hear the true story of your late father's passing, son?" ask Ms. Hannah to make sure.

 Rahman looked up and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Rahman deserves to know. Rahman doesn't want to harbor hatred for the wrong person over and over again."

 Ed chuckles. "Oh finally my naughty niece is aware of her mistake all along."

 Rahman threw a sharp look at his uncle. "Stop mocking me, Uncle."

"Well, okay. Now let your mother tell you the story, so you'll be more sure of the truth."

 Ed got up from his seat and moved to the sofa by the window.

"You ready to hear that, son?" Hannah's mom moved in front of Rahman.

 Rahman nodded back. "Yes, ma'am, please tell me the truth. Rahman knows you can't lie."

Ms. Hannah looked down for a moment. "Alright, listen to this good story well."

"Obviously last year, exactly when you were five years old. Your father was at ma'am*nuh by an irresponsible person, then threw his mistake at your uncle who came to visit to bring a lot of toys for you. Maybe you don't remember, but Ed was the uncle you always missed when you were a kid. Back to the story earlier, that morning when I was busy making breakfast in the kitchen you were playing with your father in the living room, not long before the sound of a surprised mother's commotion immediately peeked out from behind the pillar and at the same time remembered a man swinging his sword towards you, and your father swiftly hugged you in his arms letting his back and neck be subjected to the sword ...."

*Continue to the other side yes, later the author continues real life has been waved. Update again at 3 pm.