Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
162: Very Similar!

Before they went home, Arimbi who had just left his seat, deliberately approached Akala. Arimbi hugs Akala affectionately, assuring her husband's sister that Arimbi and all of them love Akala.

“Mbak and all very dear to Mas. So, if you really feel the need for a story, just do not hold your own story. Let us give you a solution,” lirih Arimbi still clutches full of Akala's affection.

Azzam who again felt melow, deliberately hugged mas Aidan, especially the older brother was unemployed. Mas Aidan was only carrying Arimbi's bag and the man had no reason to refuse.

“This is why, Mas?” tanya mas Aidan. Across them, Arimbi had just ended his embrace, but his wife did not let go of Akala. Arimbi embraces Akala's back then leads her.

“Mas Azzam why?” Arimbi immediately worried about Azzam shortly after he saw the brother of the husband, he was hugging the sad and spoiled pergoki mas Aidan.

Mas Aidan sighed deeply. “It's late, let's go home. Tomorrow will go to Jakarta,” he said while stroking the back of Azzam.

“It seems that for the sake of security together, especially for my health, I better not come to Jakarta. Afraid of being infused again. Yang from Yogyakarta alone mab*uknya still ringing, similar to the former who do not want to be forgotten,” said Azzam who then had the idea to accompany Akala because they will be together at home. “Tomorrow you are not alone. Mas temenin anyway!”

Hearing that, Arimbi and mas Aidan compactly exchanged smiles. There is no harm Azzam did not come because in addition to the health of Azzam is less supportive to travel far, Azzam can also accompany Akala.

“It looks like tomorrow we are assigned to Cilacap deh Mas. Buy fish stocks at auction because the stock in the restaurant is thinning,” said Akala.

“Loh, there are regular take care of. Mr. Saimun,” reply Azzam.

“Pak Saimun who usually take care of fish, will be invited to Jakarta because if I do not follow automatically no one drives. If papah is impassioned. Mas Excel is self-driving bring Mbak Azzura same mamah and his sister,” said Akala still explained very gently.

“Oalah, the address is yes mab*ok too. Especially at the auction place the aroma must be delicious,” complained Azzam who again clutched the mas Aidan.

“Ya mas Azzam don't have to come. Let Akala mas only go,” reply mas Aidan. But Azzam was determined to follow because he was afraid that Akala would stop the effects of heartbreak left married by Love.

No, yeah, Mas. Do not do so, parents and family Mas alone love very much to Mas. Mas's life is too precious for people who can only hurt Mas,” said Arimbi again cheering Akala.

“Mas, the difference between Mbi and Didi, really feel, yes?” whispered Azzam silently watched Arimbi who was still trying hard to embrace Akala's heart.

“Banget! Distant difference! Even Mbak Mbi can be mamah, parents also for you, right? A typical Mbi who understands the situation, understands the position. Originally Mbak Mbi is also like most women. Mbak Mbi is also spoiled, but Mbak Mbi really knows, when should he be spoiled and when should he be a role model, also when Mbak Mbi served his role as Mas's wife,” reply mas Aidan.

“Iya, .. his sustenance Mas. The effect to our family also feels adem!” reply Azzam.

Mas Aidan who still returned Azzam's gaze said, “Trust me, the reason someone is kept away from us, the reason we have to lose, all that alone we will be better without all that. And instead it must be better for us to realize the reluctance of us who undergo,” sure and Azzam immediately nodded in agreement.

The next day after the morning prayers, their company left. Akala went to Cilacap with Azzam and Warisem's mother, the rest went to Jakarta by car respectively. Mr. Kalandra and Arum's mother one car with Kalsum's grandmother and Sana's grandfather. Excel brought his small family, as well as mas Aidan and Arimbi who went with Pak Angga.

“There are fish that can eat people, Mom. So, later if it's there, mother if you talk her teeth do not run, yes. Keep careful, do not fart too because the fish will directly eat people who fart!” said Azzam sitting next to Akala.

Warisem's mother who sat in the middle of Akala and Azzam immediately believed. “But if I want to fart let alone how to fart, Mas?”

“Huh, ... Be careful anyway!” sergeant Azzam scares.

“What Mother delivered home, well, Mas. Mother is afraid of the kebablasan fart because the name is farting if held even harder, the smell also. It will be more dangerous. It can directly nyamperin Mother!” reply mom Warisem.

“This is seriously what's kidding anyway, Mas?” akala asked innocently, and Azzam immediately laughed at her.

Different from the group to Jakarta who use a good car, Azzam and Akala actually use a pick up car. Pick up cars are usually one of the means of transportation for shopping for dining purposes. The reason that made Warisem's mother, they sat in their midst. While the wheelchairs of Warisem's mother deliberately put in the back of the car together where they will accommodate the fish they buy.

Arimbi's affection for them, as well as Warisem's mother who is no less good than Arimbi, makes Azzam and Akala treat Warisem's mother like treating their own biological mother. Sometimes, they will also be like friends who do not hesitate to joke. And throughout the togetherness, the three also often laugh freely. It was as if the world belonged to them.

The atmosphere was still a bit late in the evening when they finally reached the fish auction. However, the situation there is already a lot of fish buying and selling activities. The noise is inevitable accompanying the distinctive rancid aroma of fish that smell very strong even though they are still in the car.

Wind oil as well as the strong smell of balm from Azzam. Again the jail boy mabu*k vehicle. Warisem's mother ended up taking care of him in the car. Making Akala forced to go down while taking care of the purchase of his own fish.

Someone hit Akala shortly after Akala got out of the car. Two fish containers and it was in the form of a large bucket immediately fell even thrown from Akala's hands. Someone is not wearing footwear. Akala believes a pair of bloody legs was the cause. The heart of an Akala is already grievous just because of this fact. Even more painful, when Akala confirmed the upper body of the figure which is indeed a woman, fresh blood is also still present in other parts of the body.

Both hands, chest and back whose blood penetrated into the woman's yellow clothes, marked the blood from the wounds was numerous. To Akala's surprise, the face of the woman who was full of bruises and did not escape from blood, just like Love!

“Ta–” reflex Akala immediately chased, but the woman was even more frightened and hurriedly left him.

The woman wears a short-sleeved yellow negligee that covers up to below the knee. His hair was straight and wet. The woman was completely headless, but to Akala it was very similar to Love.

While continuing to chase, Akala grazed several times. Intended to make sure his view because in his eyes, the woman continues to look like Love. But until this point, until Akala finally managed to hold one hand of the woman, the resemblance was very real.

“Just kill me...kill ... don't want to be like this..,” shrewd the woman fell down and ended up prostrating in front of Akala.

“Their voices are different, but why do they look so similar? Is this really ... Of love? Shouldn't she be in Jakarta and having her wedding?