REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 164.

 Amelie and Aish got out of the car in a hurry, especially when they saw the man who was walled in mud was now starting to climb up still while mengedumel.

"Mas, mas please forgive me ... I didn't mean it" said Amelie cupped her hands to her chest.

 The man only glared, wiping his mud-filled face with his equally muddy hands.

"Om, Please forgive my mother. We didn't accidentally, um". Aish.

 Seeing the man having trouble wiping the mud off his face, Amelie took the initiative to get back in the car to pick up a small towel that her husband used to carry while traveling, a habit he has done a lot since.

"Here," said Amelie thrusting the towel.

 The man turned his head, glanced at Amelie at a glance then received the towel without saying what.

"Om, will you excuse us? We were really not on purpose, om." Aish sighed softly because the man did not respond..

 Because the man who previously wore a neat shirt with a subordinate of material pants did not give an answer finally Aish chose to invite the mother away.

"We just go, Mam kanya Om does not want to forgive us," he murmured.

 The man turned around when Aish and Amelie were just about to reopen the car door.

"Hey, wait!" the thrill makes Aish and Amelie's movements stop.

"Otherwise? Wouldn't you forgive us? Then what's the point of us being there longer?" ketus Amelie began to provoke emotions.

"You didn't even apologize well!" shouts reply.

 Amelie snorted in annoyance, after a long time of silence in her husband's palace. It's the first time in a dozen years that anyone has challenged his adrenaline.

 Amelie moved her neck, and relaxed her finger muscles with an annoyed look.

"Say, what do you want." Amelie muttered softly, but was able to make her interlocutor creep.

 But it seemed that the man was so good at managing his expression that his frightened look was almost invisible, except for his eyes that began to stare indeterminately.

"Kit!" the sound of Amelie who was flexing part of her arm muscles, made the man immediately swallow with difficulty.

"You guys got me in the got! Look now my clothes are dirty, I have a job interview right now and you're screwing things up." The man panicked himself to say his heart.

 After that he gasped so hard mentally that he let out earlier to talk to Amelie.

"Oooh, is that all?" amelie's murmur stopped exactly one and a half meters away from the man.

 The man nodded quickly, although nervousness controlled his body as if his entire body was weakened and wanted to lie down right then and there.

"Where are you going to interview?" ask Amelie.

"D-in .. in company E, right on the highway there." The man rubbed the towel against his wet face because of the water falling from his shaggy hair.

 "Ah, that .. alright please go home and change your clothes. Take it easy I will compensate for your shirt, but your bike is okay right? It just seems to fall and not get scratched much." Amelie pointed at the motor at the man who was still lying on the ground.

 "But .. but .. the interview time is only half an hour away, there will not be enough time to join the interview. Though this is the only way that I can raise money to marry my lover" the man murmured in a clear tone.

 He let out a long sigh, then moved to lift his motorbike to stand up again.

 Amelie appears to be tinkering at her phone, then smiles for a while and asks Aish to take her wallet from inside the car.

"This, for the restitution of your clothes and your wasted time. Forgive us once again, we were really unintentional," said Amelie thrust a few pieces of red money which amounted to about two million rupiah.

 Amelie was puffed up, it had been a very long time in not meeting a person who looked so honest and sincere like the man before her.

"You need a job?" ask Amelie.

 The man looked at Amelie briefly and nodded.

 Amelie smiled and pulled out a business card from her wallet.

"Receive this, and come to that address later tonight. I'll give you a decent job, a decent salary of course, too" muttered Amelie as she handed over the business card paper and the note she had given to the man.

 And without waiting for an answer from her Amelie rushed to invite Aish to get back in the car.

 "Mam, why did Mami give her a job? We don't even know him, Mam?" asked Aish after the car began to go splitting the road which turned out to be more relieved in the inside of it.

 Amelie shrugged her two shoulders. "Come on, Mami just feels like she's a good, honest person. Besides, what's wrong with us giving them a chance, son? Who knows if they need it and we can help, right?"

 Aish nodded and no longer talked much, just silent until the car docked to the yard of Satrio's rented house is quite spacious.

 The house looks empty, but the front door that opens makes Aish sure that there are residents in it.

"Son, Mommy's going there for a second. Looks like there's a somay there Mami wants to buy, you want to?" amelie said as she fixed her hair.

 Aish turned a glance towards the road where it looks like a somay craftsman who sangkal in front of a boarding building where he had lived for a while.

"Yes, Mama. Aish wants it too yeah, it's delicious."

 Amelie nodded and started walking towards the somay while Aish continued her steps towards the terrace of Satrio's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas .. mas Satrio, assalamu'alaikum" said Aish a little loud until his voice echoed in the minimalist room.

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 A rowdy sound rang out, before finally the owner of the house came out of his house with a wet body even in his hands there was still soap foam washing.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh Aish deck? Who's the same here? Wash the dishes in the back. For a moment, Mas wash his hands first," Satrio replied with a smile on his face, then passed back into the kitchen to wash the foam that was still in his hands.

 Aish chose to wait on the terrace because there was no one else with them, fearing that there would be neighbors who saw and became gosipan material.

"Daddy, why is it outside?" asked Satrio who had just returned outside with a teapot of red ice syrup and setoples of chocolate biscuits.

"No papa, Mas is cold here," Aish replied smilingly.

"Sorry yes, the deck has made you misunderstand and worry. Hape Mas is really dead, there was Sri and her boyfriend here so Mas pinjem hapenya for your phone, eh even make a misunderstanding."

"Yes, I'm not papa."

"Who were you here, deck?" satrio asked again as he poured the drink into the glass and gave it to Aish.

"Sama Mami," said Aish casually.

 Satrio's eyes suddenly rounded, staring at himself who currently only wears ordinary clothes t-shirts on a pair of long training pants and aprons that he forgot to let go when washing.

"Great!" exclaimed Satrio while rushing to run into the house.