The Second Angel of My Husband
Chapter 25

Mayang repeatedly sighed. Zella always said she was okay.

"Given mom, this stall belongs to your best friend Alea, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it's an accident, he lost an employee and kept asking me for help for a day, uh I was at home selling, so I asked for nerusin" said Zella.

"Where's the aura?"

"This week he is usually at home, he is a hard worker, anything if he can be a business. Usually, if the week is busy making snack buckets, money buckets, that kind of."

Mayang smiled, finally he knew the position of Alea Zella's current best friend. "Yes, I'm staying, I want to rest.

"Yes, go home immediately, later in the afternoon God willing I go to my mother's house if I can take my mother with Tifa all of you."

Where can I go home, I have to make sure you are, Zell. Batin Mayang's.

Zella gave a package containing banana gapit and banana geprek sale. "Don't go anywhere else, just go home and rest first. The face of the mother was pale, very clear the mother's soy sauce. One more thing do not think strangely, thoughts that are not-not also greatly affect health."

"Yes my dear son, my great mother. Hope your sales are selling well."

"Amiin ya rabb."

Zella let go of her in-laws. But Mayang asked the motorcycle taxi driver to take him to another destination, the house of Alea.

Rabb, I do not know what happened, allow me to know Rabb, Mayang's conscience.

Mayang woke up from the daydream, because the motorcycle taxi driver who hugged him braked suddenly. "What's up, sir?"

"In front of the red light bu, so jammed, continue to the right left of the street many shophouses so many are in and out of the shop area as well."

Mayang looked at the area of the shop, seen many visitors in the area. Until he caught a familiar figure who had just entered a car parked in front of one of the shophouses. Mayang tried to sharpen his gaze, unfortunately the car slowly drove.

"Sir! Cover your helmet glass!" tell Mayang to the one who hugged him.

"Why mom?"

"Don't ask, just close it!" Mayang also lowered the glass of his helmet, so that his face was not recognized.

Vehicles on the road began to run, because the lights had turned green. Mayang still believes the driver of the car is his son. Whose car is Akhsan wearing? Who was in the car with Akhsan? Various questions raised. When the car overtook Mayang motorbike, Mayang asked his motorcycle owner to follow the car.

Asking why you should follow the car is also free, the taxi driver immediately follows his target customers.

When should we follow this car? Batin Mayang's.

The speed of his motorcycle and other vehicles around decreased, due to heavy traffic.

"Bump that car!" tehit Mayang.

"Danger ma'am, danger to us" refused the taxi driver.

"I'll compensate them for the responsibility on your bike, keep the helmet closed no matter what happens after crashing." pinta Mayang.

"No dare ma'am."

"As long as the car still stops, the hunt is hit! Don't be so loud, hit! Get the driver out of the car!" insist Mayang.

Because Mayang very often helped him, the motorcycle taxi driver was forced to obey Mayang's orders, he turned the motor gas. "Strong grip ma'am, must be strong impact."

Brakk!

The kiss between the front of the bike and the back of the car attracted other road users. But seeing the motorcyclist was not injured, some road users continued their journey. While the car user was upset, it was seen from the way he closed the car door.

"Can you bring a motor?! The car's timing is clearly still being hit!" mean it.

"Don't open the helmet glass!" mayang whispers.

"Isn't that mom's son?" whisper the motorcycleman on Mayang.

"Hey! Get down you two! Already hit, instead of apologizing even whispers!" maki Akhsan's.

"So's broken ba?" A woman who just got out of the same car caught up with Akhsan.

"Amma's rubber, how?"

Shamil observed the part of the car that was hit. "Just a little bit of a doang."

"You're lucky! Because my wife is good!" Akhsan.

"Begging them to apologize, then we'll leave." Shamil brought his face closer to Akhsan. "Danger is too long on the road, afraid that someone will recognize us."

Akhsan understood Shamil's intentions, his attention was again on the 2 bikers. "You two, get off the bike, open your helmet glass, and apologize to my wife and me!" akhsan's orders.

"Y-mother?" Akhsan was shocked, the same time the driver of the motorcycle also opened the glass of his helmet. Akhsan directly protects Shamil with her body, she is afraid that her mother is hurting Shamil.

"You owe me the same explanation!" mayang. Mayang stared cynically at the woman hiding behind Akhsan.

"Sir, we're home!" He canceled to Alea's house, without asking Alea, it felt like he already knew where the pain Zella was trying to hide.

After the departure of his mother, Akhsan and Shamil looked at each other.

"You want to go with me to my mom?"

"You don't want to have to, what else, your mother already knows."

The village of Granny Zella.

Indri accidentally met one of the residents there who had one village with Nadi. Not just a village, but they were engaged in the old village.

"Mac Ainah!" sapa Indri's.

"It's Indri, right? Zella's mother?" the woman made sure.

"Well, where do you live now?" ask Indri.

"Back here, since the completion of land acquisition, I have no job, right the rubber garden that used to be my business to have people, so yes small businesses here."

"I remember there was news that the people there would not sell their land for mining, but why suddenly compakan?" ask Indri again.

"God! Don't want to sell just some people's bullshit, let the rich they just. That's Shamil until Nadi's divorce, he said Nadi was good outside!" chirps Ainah.

"Masa mbak? How can that calm pulse be?"

"We go to my house, let me tell you everything I know. Let your grandchildren also not look at us, in my house there are my grandchildren, who knows they get along."

"Good idea mbak, I haven't been to your house in a long time." Indri followed the woman who was his age.

"You and your son are both lucky, you're lucky because Zella's father divorced you because of a new woman, if you don't get divorced, your fate would be tragic like the woman who took your husband" Bainah told the newspaper.

"Why is he?" Indri never knew the story of her first ex-husband.

"His father Zella was getting crazy, until now her hobby of getting married. I don't know how many women he married. Can't see women, his eyes are not conditioned, meet women who are just as crazy, they were married, there are problems with divorce again, Zella's father married again, that's all. Shadow the fate of his wife," explained Bainah.

"One of the women, why survive, already know the legs so," Indri replied.

"He said Zella's father did not want to divorce but I do not believe the story of the woman, well you are lucky because it was saved from the male source of such calamity. Your pain used to be God's way of getting you out of the sea of pain."

"Alhamdulillah, although my life is difficult after divorce, but I am happy, my heart and mind are relieved."

"I think your son is lucky like you."

"Lucky what's the same me?" ask Indri.

"Lucky your son failed the marriage ama Taufik, Taufik same Nadi equally hypocritical!"

Indri tried to refrain from defending Taufik and Nadi, he did not know what was the cause of Ainah's anger on them. Arriving at Ainah's house, Ainah began to tell their story in the village, so she hated the two men.

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Othor's tweet.

I know and I realize that my work is still very loose, and far from good words and far from the standard novel category. But I write this to make myself happy, I love writing. Glad to see someone amused by my work.

Sorry a thousand sorry. I don't know what the star rate is. I didn't ask you for a 5-star rate because I was aware of my quality. But I'm very grateful for you guys who volunteer to give me a 5-star rate, even though my work is not good, but you guys with that I feel you guys really appreciate my efforts.

Here I am not begging you Rate, I am just asking, what satisfaction do you get by giving someone a bad rate on a novel? What happiness does one get if one makes blasphemous comments on the work of people? Ask yourselves. Because I'm also a reader, if I don't like people's work, yes I stay without bad comments.

Suggestions and criticisms are very good, because when you are not in a mood, your suggestions and criticisms grow ideas again. But what should be the advice and criticism along with a bad rate?

The slow lane of the road in place? Yes, this is how I make progress to another story by telling a part of the story that will be connected to the next story.

if demanded quickly, I will lose my sense of writing, like my work "wife for Ardhi" this I really-no mess because the writer just follows the outline I made without taste. Even I felt it was a burden. Because there's a demand should this be it. Just directives without examples, such as comments are just blasphemies and insults without advice for improvement.

Right now I write I want to make myself happy, not burden myself when writing. Nulis for the sake of feeling like a dream because of a new policy, because this I encourage myself, I write because I am happy to write. That's aja.

And I can write when I'm done with my cause, yes rather than dumbass I write. My mood is still ugly, so sorry, just 1000 words up, wasalam.