REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 223.

Asy nodded faintly and then looked back at the closed drawer, suddenly his forehead again wrinkled when he found a small nail seemed to stick in the corner of the drawer that made it unable to open. Who did it?

 When the cool middle of thinking heard the sound of Salma calling them towards the front of the room, which again made Asy more goosebumps because of it.

"Asy, Rahman's son. Let's eat first, I've cooked the meat rendang for all of us."

 "Yes, Mom." Rahman who answered Salma's call, because he saw Asy was silent in his place.

 Because worried about his wife why Rahman tried to shake Asy's shoulder, it feels like if Asy immediately jerked as soon as Rahman's hand touched his shoulder.

"Sister? Just ngagetin anyway," protested Asy while getting up and holding his chest that was pounding fast.

 Rahman chuckled softly. "So my dear why daydream in the morning? That's mom's been calling for breakfast together. Let's go out, it's not good to wait," Rahman said as he pulled Asy's hand.

 Asy turned to the drawer again and nodded and followed Rahman out of the room.

 And there it is true, Salma and Pardi seemed to have sat at the dining table facing dishes that looked too heavy for breakfast menu .

"Well, finally this couple came out as well. Aayo here sit we eat the same," greeted Pardi with hospitality and warmth, but everything that happened actually made Asy even more suspicious there was something behind all this.

"Come, Asy eat yes you want to eat with what, son. You haven't eaten mom's cooking for a long time, you're sure to miss it, right?" said Salma who without asking directly just take the rice for Asy and put it in front of Asy.

 But just as Salma was about to insert that mouth-watering, appetizing piece of meat rendang, Asy held her hand.

"Who's cooking?" tanya Asy arrived, making Salma and Pardi suddenly look at each other.

"Yes dong's mom cooks, who else? Can your father cook? Strange you are like never staying with mom and dad anyway, Asy." Salma chuckled then placed the thick and large looking piece of meat onto the Asy plate.

 Asy gulped, the shadow of someone cutting through the huge flesh and bones last night flashed through his mind, making him nauseous instantly.

Nausea that afflicted him made Asy close his mouth for an instant, then ran towards the bathroom and closed the door tightly.

"Hueeekk! Hueekk!" Asy spewed out all of her entrails on the bathroom floor, then doused them quickly after which continued by washing her face repeatedly.

 Asy goosebumps, in his absence a little sleeves and looks once there if all the feathers of his hand stand up.

"Oh my God, what is this?" the Asy began to fear.

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 Before long the bathroom door on tap, and a very familiar voice in Asy's ears called out to him in an anxious tone.

"Will? The deck? You're not papa?"

Not wanting to talk in the bathroom, Asy chose to open the door and immediately found Rahman's anxious face in front of him.

"O Allah, you are pale. You sick?" rahman asked in a tubi while lifting Asy's limp body back to the dining table.

 "Have a drink first, son." Salma thrust out a glass of water that she had just poured in front of Asy.

"Is it better?" rahman asked after a full glass of water was transferred to Asy's stomach.

 Asy nodded, his gaze still slightly twitched. Then his mouth started to feel bad and he wanted something different.

"Sister, I want peanut butter bread." Asy whispered to Rahman, because at a glance Pardi and Salma were enjoying their food with greed.

 Rahman who also just wanted to put a piece of rendang meat into his mouth became urung and chose to put it back on the plate.

"Where's the buy?" rahman whispered too.

 Asy seemed to think for a moment. "In the minimarket that just opened it?"

 Rahman must understand. "Yes, Brother go buy it first."

 Rahman got up from his seat and was about to step into the sink to wash his hands.

",huh? Rahman kid, how did you eat it?. Why not spend it first? The meat is not good, is it? Even though it's the best quality meat loh," said Salma arrived, who succeeded in making Asy again feel nauseous because he heard the word meat.

 "Yes, Nak Rahman sit down first and finish the meal. It's not good to waste food?" timpal Pardi who again scooped rendang into his plate that had been filled with rice for the third time, Asy was horrified to see the portion of his father's breakfast that had not changed since long ago, it's always a lot like a porter.

 Rahman who had finished washing his hands turned around and smiled. "Rahman's son let it be there first, Mrs Pak. Rahman wants to go out to the front minimarket for a minute."

"What are you going to do there, son?" salma asked no less gently than Pardi, but if this Asy no wonder because Salma is someone who is gentle and kind to anyone.

"You're buying bread with peanut butter for my wife, ma'am." Rahman looked at Asy while reviewing a slanted smile, making Asy can usually blush in this condition.

"Yes, go then. Later let me save your food that has not run out," concluded Salma.

 Rahman nodded, then after saying goodbye to everything he stepped forward and rode the motorbike owned by Mr. Kades who was still on loan.

 The journey to the minimarket that just opened was not too far away apparently, some residents who cross paths with Rahman reprimanded him kindly, making Rahman feel at home there where it seems everyone seems to appreciate each other. But I don't know anything else, it's just Rahman's judgment because someone whose character and nature are miraculous will not always exist?.

 In slowly returning home pardi accidentally Rahman saw a crowd of people who were talking seriously on the side of the road. It also appears Mr. Kades among the residents.

"Assalamualaikum," said Rahman while stopping his motorbike not far from the crowd of people who are the majority of the father.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, "they say almost simultaneously.

"Sorry, what is it, father? How are you gathering on the side of the road like this?" rahman asked politely, while walking closer to the crowd who slowly gave him the path.

 Rahman arrived near Pak kades, the look on the face of Mr. Kades and other residents who looked equally tense made him anxious if there was no good news that would be met.

"Ah, this is ustadz .. in fact, this is indeed the problem of the villagers alone, but .. because we all have also been deadlocked to solve this problem, he said, so please tell us if ustadz has a way out for us," said Mr. Kades representing other residents who seem to agree.

 Rahman nodded his eyes not to be separated looking at the increasingly worried face of Mr. Kades.

"God willing, if I had any way I would say, sir. What is it if I can know first."

 Mr. Kades raised his face to look Rahman in the eye, looking hopeful in the eyes that began to age at him.

"Someone stole Juli's body by dismantling her grave."