The Idaman Mas Duda
Chapter 11 Misunderstanding

I was busy putting food on the table. Suddenly the house bell rang. I don't know who's coming, Hanum himself doesn't know how many residents there are in the house.

"Num, there are people. Open the door first!" Pinta Bi Odah's.

"Yes, Bi."

Hanum rushed towards the main door and it turned out that the one who came was a beautiful girl who immediately let her in without greeting Hanum in the slightest was looking over her head just seemed very reluctant.

"Who is that girl? How come you don't say hello first? Proud to be a person?"

Hanum ignored it and passed an ornamental table where the flower pot above it looks collapsed. Lucky not to fall to the floor or it will be destroyed.

Not wanting to be disturbed by the sight, Hanum also revived him.

"Well, this is cute. Lackeys are there don't fall again you!" Whisper Hanum on the ornamental flower.

Before long, Abygiel came down from the top floor where his room happened to be. He who focused on his phone accidentally prettiest towards Hanum's feet then glared upwards as if the woman was no stranger to him. Really the woman was very similar to his late wife when she was in a position to turn her back.

"Zmazhim...!" Seloroh Abygiel with such a soft tone. The young man stepped closer and hugged Hanum thinking it was Zahra.

"Eh, uh, what the hell is this doing hugging anyway?"

"Zahra, you're my wife Zahra, right? I miss you so much Zahra. Why did it just appear now after five years of your leaving?"

Hanum wanted to break away but instead of loosening up, Abygiel tightened his embrace.

"Oh, Mas, sir, whoever it is. Please release me! Who does Zahra I don't know? My name is Hanum not Zahra!"

Abygiel, who heard the name of the other man, released his hands.

"Hanum...?"

"A-what, so you? Pantes alone bauk assyem, much different from Zahra."

Abygiel immediately slashed his clothes because he felt disgusted to touch with women from the village.

Hanum again smelled his scent, but he felt that there was nothing strange about his body, "Jeez songong really became a person. I did not feel good, I took a shower. But anyway I do not pack soap because in the bathroom there is no soap that I usually pack!" Honest Hanum to Abygiel while grinning without shame.

Abygiel just stared at him in the cold. It didn't matter if Hanum spoke at length with him. Abygiel wondered why Zahra's clothes were on Hanum.

"You stole huh?" Said later.

"stealing? Me?" Show Hanum to himself.

"Well, since when a tacky maid like you can buy limited edition clothes from Europe. Do you know how much clothes you wear?"

"How many?" Hanum asked, curious.

"Ten million," Abygiel concluded, looking at all the fingers on his hand.

"What?" Hanum looked at the clothes he was wearing. Indeed, the shirt is very comfortable on the body because it is soft and adem. Not to mention the smell of the shirt is very distinctive.

"Ah, but I didn't steal lo Mas, suwer. Oma Ismi the Minjemin. He said it was Mas's wife who died."

"Aren't you afraid to dress someone who doesn't exist? What if he comes and asks you to take responsibility?" Ask Abygiel again.

Hanum became confused himself with the words of the man who was almost half his age above. But then Hanum shook his head.

"AstaughfiruLLahalazhim, don't do it dong Mas. The reward for the dead if his clothes are useful to others what else is given to the needy. Besides, I'm afraid of people who don't exist. I have God, Mom. Which is always there wherever I am. Yes, it's hard to talk to people like Mas Duda. I'm a blo'on enthron!"

Hanum passed Abygiel who gawked at him. The man was speechless because Hanum broke everything.