REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chaptre 45.

"Sarah's sister!" exclaimed Mr. Ismail, the man who will sell his rented house to Sarah.

 Sarah turned her head and nodded, though still curious about the continuation of the story from the shop owner's mother. But it is also impossible to ignore Mr. Ismail who has walked far from his home in the back of the housing.

"Come, Ma'am. We go to his house now," asked Mr. Ismail who seemed to be in a hurry.

 Sarah got up from her seat and was about to walk towards her motorcycle.

"Eh, Mum. Sorry this is the money, I almost forgot." Sarah took out her wallet and handed a hundred thousand dollars to the shop owner's mother.

"Ouch, Ma'am. The money is very large, the price is only five thousand kok drink," refused the mother because she did not have change.

 Sarah smiled and forced the mother to accept the money. "Momore just love me for Jeni's parents in the house."

 "Oh, yes, Ma'am. They are ...."

"Hey Yu Munah! Already dong gossipnya I am with Sister Sarah there is important business. Do not gossip first, really like to ngegosipin people. Don't take Sister Sarah to be my wife yu Munah, because shopping at the stall you always cook it during the day!" nagel Mr. Ismail who looks very upset.

 The mother of the owner of the stall called Yu Munah was just throbbing not heed the slightest scolding of Mr. Ismail who he thought was better.

"Yes, Mom. Excuse me first yes," said Sarah in a hurry because Mr. Ismail had walked ahead of her.

"Eh, yes Ma'am. Take it easy later the shoot must be me drive to Jeni's house."

"Good, Mom. Thank you," Sarah said before completely moving away with her bike.

"Hmmm Mbak is very kind, even with people he does not know can sympathize. Ah, if only my daughter-in-law had been like her, unfortunately she could have been a son-in-law like a lion." Yu Munah re-entered his stall and continued his lazing activities while watching tv.

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"Well, Sister Sarah. This house, both yellow paint is just this one will be cleaner and bigger too. If that house over there, it's Jeni's house, the prima donna RT's here. Hahaha, let's go in there if you want to go in." Mr. Ismail made the door lock and opened it wide so that Sarah could freely see.

 Sarah slowly walked in, her eyes tracing all parts of the house that looked elegant and clean, the smell of fir emanating from the floor that seemed to have just been on the mop. Sarah opened her shoes because she was afraid to dirty the shiny floor.

"On the use of his shoes, Ma'am," said Mr. Ismail who turned out to keep wearing his sandals into the house until it made the floor was stained by dust from the soles of his sandals.

"No ah, sir. Unfortunately the floor is clean," Sarah said as she glanced at Mr. Ismail's feet hoping he understood to also open the sandals.

 But Mr. Ismail did not seem to understand, and instead waltzed casually into each room and opened all the doors.

 Mr. Ismail's sandal tracks scattered to form a train road along the path he passed made Sarah furious to see it.

"Sir, I'm sorry I didn't buy the house," said Sarah, who had been silently staring in the middle of the room while observing Mr. Ismail who walked to and fro.

 Mr. Ismail kept turning with a dislike look. "Loh why? I'm tired of being here, even not so buy, know so I went to the neighbor. It's a waste of time than this."

 Mr. Ismail again closed all the doors of the room violently, it seems that he is not a patient person.

"Sir!" call a woman from outside the house.

 Sarah turned her head and looked by her a young woman wearing a negligee that had begun to wear and tear on the armpits.

"Sir, there's someone running at home" he said slowly.

 But Mr. Ismail actually pushed it to almost fall.

"Well, you're here? I told you that someone wants to see the house! Your job is here just to clean up not to see your shape is this dirty to people, if people are even disgusted as you continue not to buy how?"

 Sarah's forehead was wrinkled, it could be that the catfish-moustached man was being rude to the woman who seemed to be his wife. I don't know how many wives but.

"Sorry, Sir. But you've been waiting at home there." The woman looked down and sighed as she saw the floor of the new house this morning in her mop was dirty again by Mr. Ismail.

"Yes, you clean this floor again. All of you accompany this Mbak, if he does not buy just throw out. I want to go home first," snorted Mr. Ismail and immediately passed away without saying goodbye to Sarah again even if it was just a stale base.

 After Mr. Ismail was not seen again, the real beautiful woman walked slowly closer to Sarah.

"Sir, what would you like to buy this house? Sorry, ma'am. If the house gets dirty again," he said with his head bowed.

"Well, at first I wanted to buy, Mom. But ... seeing Mr. Ismail's attitude earlier it feels like I'm being hesitant," said Sarah honestly.

 The woman was more and more downcast, as a fellow woman Sarah could understand how the woman felt as if she was not appreciated by her own husband.

"Alright, if Mbak does not want to buy maybe Mbak should go home, as my husband said earlier I have to go back to clean this house until it sells," he said sadly.

Seeing that little heart Sarah became heartless, let alone the proposed price is actually quite cheap. And it will be very difficult to find a house with such a price at this time.

. After weighing the good and bad finally Sarah decided to buy the house, on condition of course.

"I'm going to buy this house, as long as you serve me and accompany me around this house."

 The woman looked at Sarah with teary eyes, either happy the house was selling or sad because of something else Sarah herself did not know.

"Alright, Ma'am. But ... a minute yes I clean the floor first, it is not good to see it if it is dirty like this," said the woman as she passed to take a broom and mop.

 Sarah chose to wait on the spacious terrace and felt very cool, Cambodian trees in her yard seemed to be flowering to cause a distinctive aroma that makes Sarah feel at home for long there.

 From the big window that opens Sarah can see how the way the woman cleans the house looks very neat and deft, but the results are clean and shiny. It was incredible.

"Let's go, I'm done." The woman walked up to Sarah with both hands tied in front, looking very auspicious and graceful.

"Whose name are you, Ma'am?" ask Sarah.

"Official, Ma'am. Let me take you around," Lasmi said before Sarah entered the house.

 But an idea suddenly came to Sarah's mind.

"Sir Lasmi, do you want to come to my house?"

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Nb: next part of Sarah - Axel's wedding. Who wants the condangan please comment, let the author ready the envelope box.