THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 19 - A GREAT DAY

"You're so fertile like this, surely because your life is so happy!" his god made me laugh.

Geez! After these few days my face felt stiff with no expression, I could laugh out loud just because of Jordan's opposite remark. Hm... Very sad!

So loose my laughter, until this jaw pain and shed a tear on my left cheek.

"What... Wrong speech?" he again tried to rectify his judgment.

"Not really. Couldn't."

"Why did your answer look like an old quiz that ever hits Uya Kuya to Rafi Ahmad?"

I laughed again.

Jordan is stiff, but it can be funny, too.

He also laughed out loud seeing me cringe to forget the big problem that was enveloping my life.

"Ah, stop. Don't talk about my life! Asem, bitter, wry and contains poison!" kilah I try to divert the question that began to lead.

"Haha... Sorry, sorry! I suddenly became the investigator who bombarded you with critical questions!"

We laughed together. Forget world. Forgetting the problems until the evening.

"Jordan?"

Mother Tiur came down from the stairs of her luxurious house and was stunned to see the sweet smile of Jordan Ardian.

He ran away and hugged the Son's body tightly.

"Finally, Mami can see your most beautiful smile again that Mami thought would not be able to be unseen until Mami is gone!"

I'm termangu. The mother and son hugged each other warmly. Makes me envious and remembers Mama nun far out of town.

Mamma... I miss you, Ma!

Azan Maghrib.

"Awhile, I'm allowed to worship first?" jordan said after I saw Azan done.

I'm poignant.

"Drug?" I asked to make Jordan's handsome face more unyu even though he was not a teenager anymore.

"Hm? Sorry, I thought you were non-Muslim!"

"Hehehe... Almost everyone thinks that. And.., when SD is non-Muslim. But seven years ago, our family embraced Islam!"

I'm gobsmacked. Jordan who is of mixed blood turned out to be a Muslim who is quite obedient to carry out religious orders. Shame on me who was born a Muslimah, often negligent and lazy worship. As for him, only seven years but it turns out to be diligent in praying.

"Can I take a prayer?" I'm a little nervous.

"Of course, Neng! The congregational prayer is more noble, is it not the sound of the hadith?"

I smiled shyly. Bu Tiur grabbed my wide waist and walked together towards their home musholla.

Good Lord! This musholla looks like a palace!

I'm stunned. How amazed because the Jordan family is very religious. The large-sized Musholla inside its luxurious house looks a lot like a mosque in the Uwakku area of residence.

Subhanallah!

We pray together. Guided by a housekeeper who turned out to be very fluent in reading and chanting his prayers. I was again amazed. Stunned more precisely.

Do not judge a book by its cover. So the old saying goes.

Jordan Ardian and his family, I never thought his life was so religious and full of simplicity behind their glittering personal luxury.

That night I was served a meal before returning to Genta's contract.

I don't know. Is Genta gonna freak out and look for me. I was left behind on the contract before leaving for my old house with Bang Irsyad.

And I who was empty mindless, now back cheerful as if there were no problems in life.

What an amazing day.

God is Great.

"Come here! Play if Neng is not busy. Please look at Jordan, let him have a chat buddy! All this time my youngest son was always silent. Just talk as necessary, and the friend is just canvas, brush and oil paint!"

"Mommy!"

"Hehehe...! Mami is honest!"

I smile. How good it is to get kindness from a new person. Also meet old friends who actually in the past we didn't really know each other.

"Yes, Mommy!" my answer made Bu Tiur round her beautiful bead that was light brown.

In his opinion is the role of Medan-England, automatically his face is also identical blaster. And so did Jordan.

Her father was an Australian soldier. Automatically his face is more like a foreign tourist who has lived in Indonesia for years.

I'm saying home. It feels great to be treated special by the Jordan family.

Actually, I was very comfortable and comfortable with them, especially Jordan Ardian. There's still a lot we want to talk about. Still want to talk at length. But darling a thousand darling, time is the barrier. And I came home with their family's private driver. Car use mercedes benz GT R series. It was like a dream.

"Sir, just put me down in front of that alley!" I asked who was embarrassed if the right-left rented neighbors would encourage me to come home with a luxury car.

"Miss Liana! May I have her personal number?"

I was stunned, Mr. Saleh asked for my phone number.

"Why, Sir?" ask me to know what it means.

"So that if I pick up Neng Liana on the orders of Mother and Young Master Jordan, I can easily contact Neng Liana!"

"Oh so. Alright!"

I took Saleh's phone. Stored my number in her new contact app. And miscall to my number as a sign that it's Mr. Saleh's phone number.

Even though the Young Master and his Big Madam did not ask for my personal number at all. But... Yes, yes, yes!

"Thank you, Neng!"

"Together, Mr. Saleh!"

"Wait, Neng! It's a take-off from Mom!"

"What's this?" I asked Mr. Saleh.

"I don't know either, Neng!"

I nodded respectfully after taking out a paper bag from his right hand.

We split up at the end of the road not far from Genta's rented alley.

.............

"Sister Lian!!!"

As I predicted. The clapper rushed straight towards me.

But my eyes were straight to his face. Blisters with swollen lips and half a bonyok face.

"Why your face, Genta?" manya panic.

"I got beaten up by an unknown person!"

"Oh my God!"

Can not say anything more, other than just rubbing the chest to see the state of my sister Genta.

"Genta! Let's move out of this contract!" ask me to try to make peace with the situation.

Genta must be very dizzy, he was chased by debt collectors even to the point of beating his face and body.

"Where are we, brother?" asked Genta in a weak voice.

"To a distant place. The suburbs may. There you will be safer. We try new ventures like trading food or toys, maybe!"

I've decided, will start a new life without Irsyad again.

I-i can. I definitely can.

Genta I'm sure can. We can support each other.

We can start a new life with a new heart. With an apology for all our past mistakes to Allah Azza Wazzalla.

My encounter with Jordan Ardian has made my eyes and heart open and mature.

Our past, maybe a lot of mistakes. Whether intentional or not. For that reason, asking the Creator for forgiveness for all sins is best for me.

I who used to be like a beautiful goose, now turned into a stupid buffalo who can only complain and moan. It was because of my own arrogance. Because my heart is dirty and likes to bully people I consider despicable.

Like Jordan Ardian. In my eyes he was so geeky. Fat, thick glasses and can not interact well because the Indonesian language is not fluent.

I unconsciously like to tease him. Make it a joke. Bully it even though there is no evil intention and just a fad.

God has other plans to remind me. Not always property, throne and also position will last forever in the grasp.

With a single pat, God made me fall into confusion.

I am arrogant with a lot of talent and also a beautiful face and parental treasures are abundant, immediately even almost lost direction.

Genta is also my consideration for not doing beyond the limit.

I feel, it's time to protect Genta again. As in my childhood, I always tried to be the best brother to him.

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