The Neglected Pearl

The Neglected Pearl
Part 109 Firm in action


“Kok, there are no resemblances yes, his son is a director, his mother is like a scavenger.”


“Please keep your mouth when you talk,” said Fatma ignited emotions.


“Mommy wants to threaten me, whose mother, dare to say that to me.”


Unhappy with the behavior of the Nurul employee, Fatma tried to sit quietly in the waiting room, waiting for Nurul to come out of her room.


“Why hasn't Mom left?”


“Mother is waiting for Nurul here.”


“No need to wait, Nurul will not want to meet with Mother.”


“Who said? Nurul it will come to me and kiss my hand later,” replied Fatma convinced her employees.


“Huge confidence.”


Already several hours Fatma sat quietly in the waiting room, another employee came to Fatma who seemed to sit quietly facing the room Nurul.


“Whose mother?” ask the man.


“I'm his parents Nurul.”


“Ooo, his mother Bu Nurul?”


“Iya, is Nurul nak?”


“There, again inside, why don't you just go in?”


“Thuh, the woman forbade Mom from going in to see Nurul, even she underestimated mother.”


“Truely Fit?” ask the man to Fitri who is playing his cell phone.


“If the woman still works in this company, then drastically this company immediately went out of business.”


When Fatma was talking, suddenly from the room, Nurul came out dressed very gracefully, but how surprised she was, when she saw her mother was sitting in the waiting room.


“Mother!” Seru Nurul while running towards his mother.


Hugged Fatma's body, kissed the middle-aged woman as she pleased. Nurul, who has never come home since she got married, makes her longing even more burning.


“Why Mother does not just go in, inside we can talk a lot earlier.”


“The woman forbade Mom from going inside,” said Fatma while pointing at Fitri.


How scared fitri at that time, because before, Fatma had threatened to fire him.


“Certainly Fit? You forbid Mom to go inside?”


“I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't know she was Mom's parent.”


“But I told you earlier, if Mom is your parents, but she doesn't believe me, she said, her son is a director, but his mother is like a scavenger.”


“Truely Fit?”


“I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean to say that.”


“Ya already you are back to work.”


“Good Mom,” replied Fitri while leaving her.


After the conducive atmosphere returned, Nurul invited his mother to get out of the room. Fatma had to be hesitant at the time, but she followed Nurul from behind.


In Nurul's large, luxurious home, Nurul serves her mother happily, but Fatma sees blood everywhere.


Fatma was silent, she must have seen it clearly, if the blood spot was still new and so much.


“Your husband is at home Mom at the moment,” said Fatma in a soft voice.


Hearing her mother talk like that, Nurul just smiled coldly in response, like she did not want to discuss the matter, Nurul tried to offer her mother with food.


“Mother hungry?”


“No dear, before I came here, I ate at home.”


“How are you currently Bu?”


“Alhamdulillah, your Father is healthy.”


“Ooo, thank God,” Nurul replied with an forced smile.


“Why don't you guys ever go home, but Mom and Dad miss you so much.”


“God willing, if there is a chance, I will come to Mother's house.”


“But you're okay, right baby?”


“Yes, Mom, I'm fine kok.”


“Good Bu.”


Then Fatma came out of Nurul's house, with a heart full of question marks, her daughter who was quiet at the time seemed so calm.


“Why is Mom so fast back?”


“Mother just said, if you have time to pick up your husband later in the afternoon.”


“Good Bu.”


“Asalamu’alaikum.”


“Wa’alaikum salam.”


After her mother left, Nurul immediately went to the office to work again, in his room, Nurul called Juwita to face.


“Tok, tok, tok!”


“Please enter!” nurul said from within.


After the door was opened, Juwita immediately asked Nurul if he was really called or not.


“True Mother called me?”


“Yes, you have Fitri facing me now!”


“Good Ma'am,” replied Juwita as she hurriedly left Nurul in her room.


Moments later, Juwita came with Fitri, who was so scared.


“Pack your stuff, here's your dismissal letter. Three more days come here get the severance.”


“Mother fired me?”


“Ya,” replied Nurul briefly.


“Only because of that scavenger, Mom directly fired me? Is it not wrong!”


Nurul was silent, even though Fitri's speech was very painful, but Nurul acted like he didn't hear anything.


After returning home from the office, Nurul immediately cooked in the kitchen, she also ate by herself greedily, without thinking about her husband Randi.


Nurul looks very calm when eating the dishes made, not even seen in the look of his face if he is in trouble.


After finishing eating, Nurul immediately entered the guest room, because during the problem with Randi, Nurul slept in the guest room, he fell asleep while turning on the television.


Meanwhile, at Mang Ojo's house, everyone seemed to sit quietly waiting for the arrival of Nurul, the quiet gentle woman, turned out to have her own pendiary, after the clock showed the number Nine nights, Mang Ojo believes that Nurul will not come.


While Randi who was so sure that his wife would come to pick him up and apologize to him turned out to be out of his mind.


“Randi, you see sendirkan, if the day is getting late, I am sure that your wife will not come here,” said Mang Ojo as he passed away from the room.


“Huuh, you fucking bitch!” randy grumbled with annoyance.


Zaki who heard clearly what Randi said at that time, his itchy hands, immediately pulled the collar of Randi's clothes, until the nurul's husband became a whistle.


“One more time you say my sister is unlucky, I will break all your teeth!” snapped Zaki.


Fatma who saw it became a little shaken by her soul, her body that had been wrapped in old age, suddenly shook and let out cold sweat.


Defi who witnessed the incident, immediately stood up to help Fatma who at that time seemed to stagger.


“Mother, here I help,” said Defi while holding Fatma's wrist.


Fatma immediately brought Defi into his room, Mang Ojo who saw his wife entered the room in a state of trembling, he was so astonished.


“What's the matter, what's the matter with your mother?”


“Nothing Sir, maybe the mother of soybean.”


“Ooo, so.”


After Fatma had laid down her body on the bed, Defi came out of the room, but Mang Ojo saw something else from his wife.


“What's up?”


“Nothing, Sir!”


“No way, I know you so well, when you have problems and when you feel happy.”


“I didn't lie Sir.”


“Ya already, if you don't want to talk, it's okay.”


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