REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 97.

"Uncle's here again?" asiyah exclaimed in excitement as she ran over to the man of twofa who had eaten meatballs with him yesterday.

. Asiyah ran over to the man who was collecting plastic bottles and goods that she could sell, her smile widened and looked gently at Asiyah.

"Kan Neng who asked Uncle to come here again, where's the bottle?" his coolness was friendly, his hands raised his hands like a child asking his mother for money.

 Asiyah. "Oh yes, for a moment Uncle there's a bottle already Asy the group."

 The man nodded and let Asiyah go back inside the cottage to pick up the bottle trash she promised. His eyes seemed pushy looking at the cheerful girl's back.

"You shouldn't be involved in this, sweet boy. You're too innocent to sacrifice, "he sighed softly, until only he could hear.

 Asiyah returned with a carefree face, carrying a large sack of plastic bottles of various sizes that she collected last night.

"This, Uncle. It turns out that more because of the wedding of Gus Musa and Mbak Jen yesterday. So quite enough to get it," said Asiyah as she put the sack containing the bottle near the legs of the man twofa.

 The man smiled happily as he gently rubbed the corner of his watery eyes.

"Well, Uncle is crying? Less, uncle? Asy will look for it again if less." Asiyah looked panicked.

 But the man quickly shook his hand and smiled.

"Eh, no. This is enough, quite once in fact, during this grandiose that the most that uncle ever got, yes .. even though this is you who gloriously actually."

 They laughed together, looking very familiar like his uncle and nephew.

"Oh yeah, Uncle." Asiyah extended her hand to the twofa man who was now looking at her confusedly.

"Yes?"

"From the first meeting we forgot acquaintances, but have met several times as well. I'm Asiyah uncle, whose uncle's name stays where?"

 The man smiled and shook Asiyah's hand.

"Uncle Rahman's name, his uncle does not live sometimes in the store's headquarters, sometimes also under the bridge. Yes ... as long as it is not raining and wetness anyway," kekehnya slice.

 Asiyah's smile receded, and changed the regretful look on her innocent face.

"Eh, why so sad?" rahman asked confused.

 Asiyah shook her head and chose to sit on the side of the road adjacent to the front trash can of the pesantren.

"Why is he?" asked Rahman softly.

 Asiyah still shook her head.

"No papa, Uncle."

 Rahman chuckles. "You feel sorry for me? No, I'm used to it."

 Rahman opened the sack that Asiyah was carrying and smiled broadly at the contents.

"Where's uncle's old man?" ask Asiyah again .

"Dead, uncle is alone in this world now." Rahman smiled casually, as if without burden but in his heart who knew what the young man was feeling.

 A moment of silence ruled them, staring at the passing vehicle in front. With their lives and their world.

"Uncle?" call Asiyah break the silence.

"Yes?" sahut Rahman, still as soft as ever.

"Asy also has no parents, ah he means there, but ... Even from birth Asy never met them," Bener Asiyah miris.

 Rahman looked unsurprised, he just nodded his head nod while throwing his gaze towards the street in front of him.

"What, Uncle?" Asiyah looked confusedly at Rahman.

 Rahman gasps. "Ah, I-I mean uncle, are your parents still alive?"

 Asiyah ber oh ria. "That's it, but a few weeks ago someone came and said my parents were alive. It's just that he didn't tell me who they were, just asked me to ask someone he said knew who my parents were. Honestly I, Asy's a bit confused uncle."

 Rahman lowered his head, took a deep breath and fixed the location of the worn-out peci on his head.

"Uncle go first yes, want to sell this used goods. Who knows, you can change your treat a lot to eat meatballs, the meatballs are good." Rahman stood up and carried two sacks on his shoulders, one of his own and one of Asiyah's gifts.

 "Wait, Uncle." Asiyah stood up.

 Rahman turned. "What's wrong?"

"Why don't uncles just stay in this cottage? Rather than an uncle living in a storefront or under a bridge."

 Rahman again smiled gently, the man with tan skin color matured because exposed to continuous sunlight did not answer.

"Uncle?" asiyah.

"Unbecoming, As. Uncle dirty .. After all, uncle has no money to sign up to that cottage." Rahman said what it is.

 Asiyah's forehead looked wrinkled.

"Why should say inappropriate, even Asy entered here without carrying clothes other than those attached to the body, all that Asy has now because Asy works in ndalem'. Serving at the same time working for several salary sheets," said Asiyah explained.

 Rahman seemed interested.

"Oh yeah? Is there still a vacancy for uncle to come to work?" tanyanya.

" Asy doesn't know yet, but Asy promises to ask." Asiyah pointed her little pinky forward.

 Rahman nodded happily.

"Alright, tell uncle if anyone needs uncle's energy there, God willing uncle. Right you say, it's not good to actually sleep in the store's apartment or under the bridge" Rahman said before stepping back away.

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 Later that night, when Jeni and Gus Musa had returned home, Asiyah deliberately waited in the front yard before Jeni entered the house ndalem' which is now also her residence.

"Mbak Jen," called Asiyah when Jeni had just come down while holding baby Abbas.

"Yes, As?" Jeni approaching.

 Asiyah took Abbas from Jeni's arms and coded Jeni to follow him. Jeni who understood Asiyah's intention immediately nodded and turned around for a while looking at her husband who was waiting next to the car.

"Mas, Jeni talked to Asiyah first can?" tanyanya gently.

 Gus Moses nodded.

"By, please. But later the entry of the road is too late yes," the message before moving into the house, leaving Jeni and Asiyah in the yard.

"What's up, As? How is that important?" jeni asked after making sure her husband had entered the house.

 Asiyah led Jeni to the dormitory and into her room.

"So this is it, Ma'am. There was an uncle whose day job was scavenging garbage in front of the cottage. Today Asy met with him and love bottles and cardboard the rest of the show Mbak Jen yesterday, and at that time we were perfect story Mbak story, and basically he asked what in the ndalem' still need energy to help? Because the uncle had no brothers and a place to live, he said that he had been living in the storefront or not under the bridge. Asy pity Ma'am, if you may ask Gus Musa for a job love for the uncle. That's a good guy, Mommy." Asiyah tried to persuade Jeni.

 Jeni seemed to listen carefully to Asiyah's story, her head along with the mangosteen as if understanding the situation.

"Well, then try to ask the same Mas Musa yes, As. Yes already, now you rest gih, tomorrow if there is an answer Mbak tell you. You see, not only Mas Musa should know, but need the approval of Abah and Umi as well," he concluded subtly.

 Asiyah nodded in understanding, now just waiting for an answer from ndalem'. In his heart Asiyah hoped that there would still be a place for Rahman to stay in the cottage, somehow Asiyah always felt comfortable and calm every near Rahman, like a feeling of longing that was finally avenged since their first meeting.