The Happiness of a Wives in Sia Kan
chapter 50

        There was a knock when we were having lunch.

Tok,, tok,,tok,, tak,,

"who's bang, huh,?"ask me to bang Grace.

"lacking to know my brother, I think there is a promise to people today." he explained.

"let the flowers open bang.!" I also moved. after being removed from the infusion hose earlier I felt better. to be able to reactivate. but have not checked urine.

"what's up Sarah?" ask me after opening the door.

"i saw that there was a midwife who came here what Rahmat was sick. I want to go to the store also closed this morning. oh this is green bean porridge for the Grace bang." he spoke at length.to think that the sick was bang Grace.tremendous attention, in my heart.

''oh no, bang Grace healthy aja. earlier I was just a little dizzy." I also received the bowl of green beans.

"yes I went straight home, don't forget to love the same Mercy mas ya." after that he left. I closed the door and went back to the dining table.

''who was that dear and what was that...?" bang Grace asked.

"this is Sarah who was giving thanks for thinking you were sick.!" obviously I. I want to scoop up that bean porridge, want to eat it.

"wait baby.!". said bang Grace he prevented me from scooping the porridge.

"why bang, I really want to eat it look good do you want to bang...?"

"wait a minute do not eat first syang, brother take a bottle on the room table first. remember not to eat." prevent her. I also according to wait bang Rahmat back. he brought the rest of the do'a water last night and poured it a little into a plastic bowl containing green beans that Sarah gave him earlier.

"astagfirullah hu...!" I screamed a little bit at what was going on. The bowl let out a little smoke.I don't know why I think something's wrong with Sarah.

"honey throw it into the dishwasher disposal." jajar bang Rahmat.I also obey and throw it. yallah far away are we from people who intend evil.

"unfortunately we will go to Ustadz Hamzah in the village next door. You are strong right....?" invite bang Rahmat.

"strong bang, I don't feel dizzy and nauseous anymore." I explained.

1 Hour drive we took. we passed the rice fields of residents who began to turn yellow. the scenery is very beautiful. many birds fly because they are hunted by farmers using ropes in pairs of cans until when pulled making a sound. ta how long we arrived at the yard of the house is very beautiful clean even though the house is simple only made of wood and shaped stage.we also climbed the stairs on the plataran his house. the door is wide open.

" assalamualaikum, ustadz Hamzah." bang Rahmat slightly shouted.A man approached us using a white shirt top cover and berkupiah.nya age range 50 years.

"Waalaikumsalam, come in son." he told us.

  we sat cross-legged on the terrace of his house in the form of a stage that was lined with woven mats.

"what do you need, son, and where are you from....?" asked the old man to us. I kept silent, Grace will answer him.

"sorry to interrupt before his tadz, my name is Grace, and this is my wife Bunga. I am from the next village. I here there is something I want. ask tadz, is ustadz not busy...?" bang Rahman said politely and gently.I saw Mr. Ustadz Hamzah mangosteen mangosteen heard the words bang Rahman.

"Alhamdulillah I no longer have a job, but wait a minute I stay inside first "his words after that stand our dead.we just look at each other. until old man ustadz comes again .

"well tell me from the beginning...!" after the ustadz sat down he told bang Rahmat to tell him.bang Rahmat also told him from the night that there was flushing our front door to the porridge. pak ustadz listened carefully. from inside the house came a mother who seemed to be the wife of Mr. ustadz she was still very beautiful using a wide and long veil like ala santi wati. he sat next to Mr. Ustadz while giving 3 pieces of tea. after bang Rahmat finished telling me the mother had just opened her voice.

"please drink!" speak it gently.

"thank you ustadzah." said bang Rahmat.

"after I heard from the story of Nak Rahmat possibility it is a kind of black magic that is buried in the food.you must be careful.not to let your guard down because the consequences will be fatal. the woman has often made trouble many wives whose husbands her husband seized came here, but I am only the mediator of god who has power. the possibility of their soul mate is also exhausted until the end of their separation.the man decided to choose the woman." explained the ustadz to us.

"then how tadz is the solution...?"

"i will try to help from here, but this decision remains in the favor of Grace he has a milking that can lure men and forget his wife to be able to do rough on his wife. I hope you want Mercy don't forget to think not to let your guard down."

"well sir thank you. if once we retreat first.." after drinking it we resigned and left the house of Mr. Ustadz Hamzah. on the way I opened my voice.

"bang pak ustadz's wife was looking beautiful yes. her face radiates light. I want to wear hijab too. how do you think brother...?" I commended Ustadz Hamzah's wife, and asked her opinion on Bang Rahmat if I wanted to wear a hijab.

"good also dear let the initial intention to see the wife ustadz but the end will get used to it. I agree." said bang Rahmat.we also continue the journey up to 1 hour long. we stopped by a young ice merchant by the roadside.E enjoyed the atmosphere on the edge of the rice fields with the wind slightly to the strong blowing.very beautiful and away from the crowd.

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