REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chaptre 159.

 Rahman flinched and retreated. His eyes widened looking at nature which now looked a small smile.

"M-wrong? You seriously say that?" his girlfriend couldn't believe it.

 Nature nodded slowly. "As you heard."

  But Rahman shook his head repeatedly. "No, it's definitely not possible. To see from any side that's impossible, ma'am."

 "It's possible that if Ustadz will," Nature replied calmly, even she still showed off a smile on her pale face.

"Think first, brother. Do not rush to refuse," muttered Asy expressed his opinion.

 Rahman bowed, justifying what Asy had said. Not in a hurry to refuse.

  After exhaling for a moment, Rahman replied, "alright, let me think first. About what my answer will be, I hope no one will force to change it."

"Alright, Ustadz as you wish" said Nature without burden.

****

Somewhere else.

"Darling, we'll eat first. Jeni had a cake with her husband, would you?" axel asked as he approached his wife.

 Sarah turned her head and nodded slowly, sad as well as it felt like she saw the husband who was troubled to take care of everything. He continued to grieve without seeing everyone who needed him.

"Get it first, baby." Axel looks like a sumringah, because in the end after a long silence Sarah began to want to interact again.

 Again, Sarah just nodded without saying a word, but her tears no longer dripped may have dried up because some days only in use to cry to forget everything, his children are now living with Andrew and Sonia.

 After Axel left, Sarah again threw her gaze towards the balcony. There the cloudy sky still hangs, the rain which is a few days since the funeral of his two parents was carried out continues to flutter. The atmosphere that continues to make sadness does not want to go away from Sarah's mind.

"Darling, here's the cake. Now we eat first yes, let you have the energy," said Axel who just returned with a tray in his hand.

 Put it on the tray on the nightstand, it contains a plate of blueberry cake and a glass of warm milk. He took the cake and began to sit next to Sarah to feed her.

"Come, open her mouth, baby. Bismillah," muttered Axel as he thrust a spoonful of cake in front of Sarah.

 Slowly Sarah received feed after mouthful from her husband, her stomach which had not been filled for some time other than bread and milk began to taste fresh. Similarly, his body that some days limp now began to feel powerful.

 "Do you want more, baby?" axel asked after the piece of cake was finished by Sarah.

Sarah just nodded and smiled thinly, thinly. But that was his first smile after a few days of constant sadness.

 Axel smiled. " All right, I'll get you again. Do you want any other food?"

"As for Mas only," murmured Sarah softly, but still quite audible in Axel's ears.

 The spirit that Sarah showed made Axel happy, he quickly went down to the kitchen. Take another few pieces of cake at once and start concocting his own special fried rice for his beloved wife who just wanted to start eating.

 It did not take long, a few moments later the very delicious and fragrant fried rice was in session. Complete with eggs ceplok setenegh cooked Sarah's favorite and also fried chicken wing part. With the sumringah Axel took all of it to his room where the wife was waiting.

"Darling, I made you a special fried rice you want, right?" axel was happy.

 Sarah turned her head and nodded, a smile began to rise on her lips that looked redder than yesterday.

 Axel was momentarily stunned because he finally heard back the voice of the wife even though it was very slow.

"Ah, of course this dong right Mas directly made. Of course it's delicious, and you as Mas's wife will get the most special," Axel said as he began to feed a spoonful of fried rice into Sarah's mouth .

 Sarah seemed to enjoy it, and her face that a few days ago looked haggard and dull now began to look radiant again.

"Mas," call Sarah to pause for her dinner.

"Yes, honey?" Axel raised his face to look at his wife.

"Tomorrow between Sarah to the cottage child yes," Sarah pinta.

 Axel smiled slightly. "Of course, honey. You want to learn, right? Wherever it will take you. Now you're fully responsible, baby."

 Sarah nodded and smiled wider. "Thank you, the fried rice is delicious."

 Axel nodded and from that day on all the sadness was slowly replaced with another happiness, although maybe the name of the parents will never be changed in the hearts of their children.

****

 The Ed residence.

"Darling, when will your lover come here again?" asked Amelie who was sitting relaxing while combing long hair Aish who always did not want to be far away from him.

 Aish looked down embarrassed, her red face she hid in a niche to her two knees.

"Ah, Mom. Why should I talk about that anyway?" mumbling slowly.

"Hey, I'm your own Mami, baby .why should I be ashamed?" amelie's kekeh.

"Come, Mam. Some days Mas Satrio is difficult to contact," complained Aish conveyed his anxiety some time ago.

 Amelie leaned forward to see her daughter's facial expression, which she had been wanting to be around for the past few days.

"Hey, honey. You crying, son? What was? Tell Mami, now that you have us not to hold everything ourselves anymore," said Amelie stroked softly aish hair.

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 But instead of feeling calm, Aish just getting more hilarious. He flips. His body then hit Amelie and hugged her tightly while crying there.

"Cry, Son. Mami knew all this time you must have had a hard time living with people who didn't love you wholeheartedly." Amelie pats Aish's back gently, channeling her sincere affection as a mother.

 Some time they were in that condition, hugging and strengthening each other until finally Aish calmer.

"Thank you for everything, Mom. Not even long ago we were together and Mami really made me feel more valuable," murmured Aish smiling as she wiped her tears.

 Amelie nodded and dropped a light pat on Aish's head.

"Now you have Mami and Papi, and your sister Asy. Lean back when you need a backrest don't hold everything by yourself, we'll be there for you, baby."

 After being calmer and her crying had completely stopped, Amelie again questioned Aish.

"Now, can you tell me what made you cry, son? Maybe Mommy can help you?"