The Bitter Three's
New Home

Hanifah, the first wife, was stunned to see various luxury furniture and branded items transported one by one in the middle room.

The central room is designed for guest rooms. Most spacious among the other rooms because David's relatives who visited usually brought his family as well.

David was still in the office that afternoon, so Hanifah was reluctant to bother him to call about the move.

Her husband said nothing about the things that came in.

But, uh,

"Look, said Ms. Susan," a man, tall and with a stern face, showed the contents of a short message on his phone.

"Remember my belongings in the middle room," Hanifah read the contents of the short message while muttering.

"Is this the message?" ask Hanifah doubtfully.

"Yes, I also doubt the same as Sister Hanifah" the man said. "Otherwise Miss Susan still has meetings at the office so can't come here yet. Oh yes, I'm Galuh. I'm secretary to Miss Susan,"

The man lowered his head slightly to greet Hanifah.

Hanifah remembered, yesterday when it was all a stir because Susan came home first at the wedding reception, this man came and talked to David. They discussed the two in the corner of the room regarding the unexpected situation. Finally David announced to the guests that Susan was unwell.

"Ah, yes Galuh. But, we've actually prepared a room for Ms. Susan in the area next to mine, in the back,"

"Yes, Miss Susan had read the floor plan and immediately refused," Galuh spoke expressionlessly. He is probably upset too.

"Then, the old furniture is all taken out?"

Galuh frowned feeling bad, "Mom Susan has different tastes. I'd rather be scolded by Mr. David than by Ms. Susan. Ms. Hanifah may have gotten a first impression of my Boss yesterday,"

Hanifa immediately remembered the first time she met Susan and immediately thinned her lips. Frankly he is indeed keki, but the figure of Susan who is very beautiful like an angel actually makes him interested to find out more.

"Oh yes, it seems that Mr. David does not know about this, not my realm as it seems. I suggest Madam Hanifah also do not need to follow along. Let the two of them discuss themselves," Galuh smiled gently and lowered his head to return to help transport the goods.

"Astaghfirullah," Hanifa stroked her chest, "How is this?"

It's also confusing.

-----***-----

Susan came around at 15 and went straight in without saying hello.

The twang of his high-heeled shoes collided on the cold granite floor.

At that time Hanifah was making cakes, something that became her hobby, in the clean kitchen near the dining table.

"Who? Assalamu'alaikum Sister Susan, are you home?!" Sapa Hanifa.

"My room is ready?" Susan walked over without looking back at him, not even returning her greetings.

"Eh, it seems," Hanifah was also unsure as she did not dare to approach among the men who were busy decorating.

Moreover, Hanifah was disinclined against Galuh. The man was so intimidating to the existing conditions.

Susan went straight into the middle room, Hanifah only dared to peek.

Before long Susan came out frowning.

"Who's decorating my room?" tanyakanya.

Duh, really look like him!

Thought Hanifah to retreat immediately.

"A-a-anu, Galuh, Ma'am," Hanifa stammered.

"Here you are, you're David's first wife, right?"

Oh, my God, the call wasn't so good!

Inner Hanifah.

"I am Hanifah, Ma'am," said Hanifah.

"Hm," snorted Susan. It seems he doesn't care about Hanifah's name either. "Here go in here," Susan waved her hand.

Hanifah followed Susan into the woman's room, and was flabbergasted.

The glittering classical decoration which he thought was equivalent to a king's palace. Crystals everywhere, giant flower arrangements, rows of uniquely shaped bottles on the shelves.

Dream room of all women!

Then the clothes closet is designed like in a mall, full of clothes arranged by color and exclusive bags lined up neatly.

Hanifah had seen something like this on social media, but did not expect to see it for herself in front of her eyes.

He was stunned for a moment until he realized when Susan called him.

"Hey, Ipah, don't be dumb! I'm this again,"

The ipah?

Am I a housekeeper?!

"My name is Hanifah, Sister Susaaaaaaan," Hanifah started to get irritated.

"Whatever, look. Flowers on the bedside table." Susan pointed at him with her chin.

A series of large white roses are beautiful, and look magnificent in the eyes of Hanifah adorning a classic-style silver nightstand next to the bed.

"Where do you think it should be placed?" ask Susan.

"Eh? Susan asked me?"

"Do you see anyone else here?!"

"Ehm," Hanifa cleared her throat. Bossy Susan's attitude was really upsetting. Thankfully, Hanifah was more patient.

Then the woman thought about the decoration. He has since lived in this house was given the task of arranging furniture, but only this time he saw there is furniture and items as glamorous and as much as Susan's. Susan's room was like part of the Palace of Versailles.

"So, since it's a living flower, I don't think it's put on the nightstand for fear of scrambling for oxygen with Sister Susan, breath can be congested" Hanifah said.

Susan seemed to be thinking about it.

"Anu," Hanifah again gave her opinion. "It is better that simple items are placed beside the bed, such as the Quran and Tasbih,"

Susan glanced at him with disdain. He did not debate Hanifa, nor did he agree.

"Then where do you think I should put it? Dresser table?" ask Susan.

"Eh, anuuu if the dresser is afraid of the smell of racing the same perfume. So Susan couldn't determine the fragrance more specifically. Also pity the flowers if sprayed with makeup liquid,"

"yes too. Pinter is you too. I just put it on the front door foyer" Susan said as she moved and lifted the vase to the long table in front of the door.

Hanifah breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anuuuu Susan, if you want to taste, I'm making a cake,"

Before exiting the room, Hanifah was stunned to see a small table in the middle of the clothes closet. He broke it from above. Then flabbergasted.

Behind the glass is a collection of Susan's watches.

Looks expensive and shiny.

Hanifah recognized her brand. Rolex, GC, Coach.

This much collection.

Looks tantalizing.

"How to account for the benefits of his collection in the afterlife?" murmuring Hanifah reflex.

Susan glanced at him.

The woman often heard a sentence similar to that spoken by Hanifa.

All this time Susan didn't bother. He lived his life as he wished, as comfortable as he was.

"If you need money to be sold. My collection can all be sold again to luxury collectors," Susan said.

Sounds cliche and arbitrary, but Hanifah can't fight it.

"If you want, just take it. I can buy it again" said Susan in her haughty style.

"Did?!" hanifah was shocked.

"I see you without jewelry, plain and unattractive. Your husband is a commissioner of a multi-trillion-dollar asset management company, at least you keep his good name in a little bit of style" Susan said.

Hanifah is only a graduate of Junior High School. He could not imagine how many tens of trillions it was.

What does asset mean?

During this time he was home schooling equivalent High School with Suleyman who became his personal teacher. But he was not taught about business.

"When do I get a chance to wear something like this?" Hanifah asked Susan.

Susan belittled.

"You are either geeky or innocent, yes" Susan grumbled as she approached Hanifah.

"If you are confused, you better choose the one in the drawer here. You must be more familiar." Susan pressed the fingerprint button on the drawer in the middle.

Then pull the handle.

Diamond collection.

Rings, bracelets, necklaces, pretty brooches that make Hanifah's eyes instantly glare,

"God willing!" hanifah exclaimed with admiration.

"Select only those that can be used daily. The size there fits my middle finger. Maybe if in you, fit used on the ring finger," actually this satire for the posture of Hanifah is more contained than Susan. But Hanifah was unaware because she was busy admiring Susan's jewelry collection.

Finally, Hanifah chose a diamond ring with a simple model. He looked admiring as the jewelry wrapped around his ring finger.

As she exits Susan's room, she coincides with Alwa returning home from school.

Alwa said her greetings and approached Hanifah who was still in a daze.

"Why brother?" ask Alwa cheerfully.

"Sir, look" Hanifah raised her ring finger.

"Woooow," said Alwa takjud.

-----***-----

At dinner, then,

David came home from the office to be greeted by his two wives. They kissed David's hand, received his briefcase, helped open his shoes, his suit, and prepared warm water for David to bathe in his room.

David was stunned to see the middle room with a 'somewhat' different condition.

"Susan?" ask David.

"Heeeeem, look Abi," Hanifah seemed hesitant to explain. "Mr Susan placed her furniture in the middle room, she did not want to occupy the back room, she said narrowly,"

David's eyebrows shot up.

"So?"

"So, yeah," Hanifah was confused.

David's face was not as usual. His face was grim and tired.

Coinciding with that, Susan walked out of the room and towards the dining table.

David's eyes glared at the sight of Susan coming out in sexy pajamas and a thin satin kimono.

He sat down at the middle end casually, asking one of the ARTs to prepare tea, a sandwich for dinner, and, uh, a,

Smoked his cigarette.

They looked at Susan.

The woman was relaxed with tea, sandwiches, and cigarettes. Occasionally his fingers hit the phone screen checking viral news today.

"Susan," David scolds.

"Hm?" muttered.

"Can't you look at me while you're talking?"

"I'm sick of seeing your face,"

"Astaghfiullah!" alwa and Hanifah.

"Don't smoke indoors" David grumbled.

"OK," and Susan asked ART to move everything to the gazebo in front of the pool, then lightly waltzed.

David grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"At least keep your attitude in my house" the man sighed.

"It wasn't my intention to move here. I'm in the middle room, yeah. I don't want to be in the back room, I'm not your maid" Susan brushed David's hand off and walked into the gazebo.

"All wives occupy the back room,"

"Yes right, I'm your wife. So I demand the most spacious room in this house. If the other wife is up to it. If I don't want to be considered a maid, anyway,"

"There's a reason why your room is in the back, and I'm in the front. If anything happens, you're safe in the back,"

"Well, if you rob it from the front, most rob it from the back." And Susan turned away from David and his two stunned wives.