REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 217.

 The next day, Rahman was preparing in his room to attend a lecture event held at the village mosque with him as a performer.

 Asy came from outside the room and brought her a glass of warm tea.

"Open my husband's handsome," teased Asy on Rahman who had been busy looking at himself in front of the mirror, although actually his mind is fixed on something else but still the person who sees will certainly think he is admiring himself in the mirror.

 Rahman turned around and commented a faint smile. "Ah, no. Just making sure it's tidy, baby."

 Asy thrust the glass in his hand at Rahman, who was immediately greeted with more joy by him.

"I'm ready first, too, brother." Asy was about to move out of his place.

But for a moment Rahman held down Asy's hand until his movement stopped.

"Why, Brother?" ask Asy wonder .

 Rahman smiled sweetly at him. "No, it's just that it feels like looking at your face longer."

 Asy's face suddenly met with red, on the edge slowly grip rahman's hand from his hand.

"What the hell, Brother. Shame to know," said Asy throw his face in the other direction so as not to look red tinge on his cheek that feels warm.

"Yes, then. Be ready for a comfortable one, Brother will wait quietly. Don't be in a hurry too, the show just started at nine in the morning. It's still seven hours and there's still two hours left" Rahman said, releasing his wife.

 Asy nodded. "Well, what will you want to stop by first to the house of father and mother also first? You are going to the mosque."

"Yes, it's okay. You haven't been in touch with them in a long time, have you?" ask Rahman.

"Yes, it's been a while, brother. Later we stop by, Asy also misses to see mother," break up Asy sumringah.

 Rahman nodded in assent to make Asy immediately excited while stepping into the bathroom complete with a towel on the shoulder.

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 Shortly after Asy entered the bathroom, their door was knocked from the outside. Rahman got up and rushed to open the door.

"Eh, Mas Abdi? What's up, huh? Isn't it still a long time until the time specified?" asked Rahman a little confused, especially when he saw Abdi who was neat with Koko's clothes and sheath, in sharp contrast to his daily appearance who preferred to wear jeans rather than sarongs.

"No papa, ustadz. That my mother has cooked, the same wife ustadz asked for breakfast together first before leaving for the mosque" concluded the friendly man.

"Yes, I'll be there soon. Coincidentally my wife is taking a bath, we'll catch up after she's done huh." Rahman smiled.

 Abdi nodded then turned to leave the door of Rahman's room in shaky steps, headed for the kitchen and disappeared behind the parapet.

 His eyes sharpened, staring at the object that had caught his attention there.

"That's what is it? Like soil, but why is it a little red? Did Abdi just come down to the yard without wearing slippers? Ah but it seems impossible, for what?" muttered Rahman guessed hell.

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 After all was ready, Rahman hugged Asy behind him. While Mr. Kades and Abdi have left first to handle the mosque there. Miss Kades this time forced to stay at home, because there is responsibility for a baby whose age has not even forty days on his shoulders. And there according to local belief, babies who are not yet forty days old are taboo to take him out of the house to other places.

"We're leaving first, Mom. Heart at home yes," said Asy to Bu kades who drove them to the front of the terrace.

 Ma'am kades smiled small. "Yes, you guys too. Slowly just bring the bike. Oh yes Asy, I send greetings to your parents yes."

"Yes, Mom. Then we say yes, ma'am. Assalamu'alaikum," said Asy softly.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said Ms. Kades while holding the sleeping baby in her sling.

 The baby's face is very similar to July's, but has a sharp nose like Nature's. I don't know what makes Nature so heart to throw it away and her mother at the time of her birth is near.

 Asy had wiped the tears that flowed in the corner of his eyes because he was concerned about the unfortunate fate that had been experienced by the innocent baby, even since he was still in the womb of the mother.

 After quite far from the house of Mr. Kades, Rahman suddenly touched the hand of Asy who coiled in his stomach slowly. But even that was enough to make Asy shocked.

"You cry, deck? Why stay quiet from now on?" asked Rahman while slowing down the speed of the metic motor they were driving.

 Asy quickly erased the trail of tears that came out without being prevented by her, then as much as possible to be ordinary to her husband.

"Ah, ng-no, brother. Just a little overwhelmed," said Asy not good at hiding something from the husband.

 "Homeone? Because what?" rahman's forehead looked wrinkled.

 Asy sighed softly, it felt that if he decided to sinpam everything himself would instead torture his mind. So after a moment of indecision, Asy decided to tell Rahman the truth.

"Assy ... Asy just pity the fate of her deceased baby Juli, sister. He doesn't know what but has to live a hard life even when he was just born" murmured Ash.

 Rahman still faithfully heard every expression of the wife's heart, while ensuring the speed of the motor is stable and not wrong to take the road that some parts are still in the development stage.

"That child is beautiful, isn't it, brother? Why could Mas Alam have to abandon his son, even before he and his family saw how the look and look that really charming," continued Asy again, still at home convey all his uncle to Rahman who always knows how to appreciate it.

"Yes, you're right, baby. Everything you say is true, but what can we do? Besides praying for the best for the child so that his future will be better than his childhood? Shouldn't he be in good hands now? I am sure that the family of Mr. Kades will give the baby a more decent life after this" Rahman said.

 But not so with what is depicted in the mimic face of Asy, the look of her face now seems to store sadness with her husband's answer. But Asy chose silence, and again let the tears fall down her cheeks without excuse.

"Do you want us to adopt that child?" tawar Rahman arrived.