THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 96 - WHAT HAPPENED TO AIRLANGGA?

Airlangga started working at the factory this morning. The boy was quite excited to also start his new day.

Indeed his son is not haphazard like Genta. It is only fitting that Wak chooses him to be one of our successors of ancestral science. Apparently Angga has more points than my own brother.

Mama Tiur, my husband and Jordan also like the character of his nature which is a little talk but works a lot.

Angga diligently also light hands. Not even reluctant to come down to the kitchen to help Citra wash dishes.

Actually our ART has three. But all who are in this house as much as possible do their duties and obligations together. Because the principle of kinship always Mama Tiur and husband planted in this big house.

They are descendants of the rich. But not necessarily arrogant and do not want to do homework. Even his two sons can cook and know the types of kitchen spices. I salute you so much for Mama Tiur's great upbringing.

Genta himself began to see me uncomfortable with the presence of Angga. I know, the boy was a little jealous because Angga was so quick to adapt that he was easily accepted into my husband's extended family.

Genta this year is 29 years old, while Angga is only 18 years old. Very far to his age. But who would have thought age does not guarantee 'maturity' someone.

Maybe Angga was educated quite hard also by his mother, namely My Stepmother. Although he was an only child, but Angga was not spoiled even so mature his behavior.

It's different from me, too, Genta.

Our childhood was the happiest. Loving and attentive. Whatever we want, just point, take and Papa Mama pay. Even Mama never gave us advice to be able to sort out words in friends.

That's why I used to love the origin of the Jordan without thinking long whether friends will like or hurt later.

The parents' education is very important. Especially Mama. Because mother is the first school for a child. The mother is the mirror of her children's behavior. I understand this life more and more.

I hope that if my son is born, I can be a good mother. Who gives love and life advice for the provision of adults later.

Tok tok tok tok

Kriee...

"Female? Why?"

My eyes widened. My stepbrother's hands shed a lot of fresh blood.

Behind Angga is Genta and my husband.

Got a cutting machine?" I was still in a state of panic.

Jonathan was busy picking up the P3K box in the living room.

Angga. He looks dazed. It makes me more confused.

"He ran away from the packaging room in that state, Brother!" genta tried to explain. It seems Genta also does not know why Angga is bleeding like this.

Jonathan washed the trembling hands of Angga. My husband is super good at important business.

"Anga?! Istighfar!" my orders after staring into the depths of his eyeballs.

The nervous Angga immediately regained his senses and hesighfar several times.

"Astaghfirullah's... Azaghfirullah."

"Drink first!"

Jonathan poured a glass of water on Angga.

"Thank you, Boss!"

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" ask my husband to start investigating Angga.

"Sister..."

"Yes?"

"Factory.., it looks like there will be,..."

"What's up???" ask the three of us in unison.

"I saw.., a lot of fire! There's a victim here!"

"Astaghfirullahal..."

Plaque.

Genta even stick Angga.

"The talent?" pekiku.

"I thought this kid came here just to make money!" kilah Genta directly accused Angga who was not.

"Listen first to the story of Angga to completion! Don't be like that! Airlangga is our sister too!" my makis on Genta are fast rising blood.

Genta pissed. I'm still protecting Angga from his charges. The boy went outside the house. Back to the factory not far away while grumbling indistinctly.

That's because I know Angga doesn't talk carelessly, Genta!

"People! Continue saying!"

"Sister...! There's something about Boss Gege's achievement!"

"It's common in business, Angga!" added Jonathan.

"I see.., something big is going to happen!"

"We asked about your bloody hands, Airlangga! It's not about what's going to happen! Know it? It happened with the permission of Allah Ta'ala! If it must happen, then it will be so says Allah in the Qur'an. Really khan?"

I swallowed the saliva. My husband immediately broke Airlangga's vision.

"Look! Liana is pregnant at the moment! Don't put your brother in bad shape. Please understand, okay?"

Airlangga did not continue his words. Jonathan took him back to the factory. But my little heart was very curious and wanted to ask again.

"Wait!"

"Liana! Rest up! The goose will be fine. We all look after each other and protect."

Hhh... Mas! This is what I don't like about your very nature.

Cretek.

My bedroom window is back in the mess with Stella.

His two eyeballs stared at me from behind the glass.

...Nyai Queen......

Go then! I don't want to be disturbed!!!

...Nyai......

I sniffed at him. And mengawakan verse chair while blowing towards him.

The creature disappeared without a trace.

Damn, demon! Your work is troubling people!

I was thinking about Airlangga's words. Starting to worry and worry if his vision becomes a reality.

During the day I eat alone. Citra and Mama were out going on a grave pilgrimage to the graves of her two husbands.

While my husband was also meeting outside with Jordan and Jonathan.

I'm the curious one out of the house to the factory to find my sister, Airlangga.

"Mbak Febri..., is Airlangga still in the packaging room?" I asked my husband's private secretary who was like that friend.

"Mom Lian, here, here! Lho? The goose? Khan he came home at exactly eleven o'clock? Permission said half a day. His hand was suddenly bleeding, but I looked in the packaging room for no blood. What a wounded child got, I don't know! Asked the children in the packaging room he also did not see the injury incident Angga!"

"This is his first day of work. Hm... There's-there's that kid!" I told Mother Febri.

"Yes. He was cheerful this morning. It is unexpected that at ten there was a work accident. Where is the kid now?"

"Maybe go straight to the room, ma'am! I don't know and I don't see either. Then, I'm back home huh Ma'am?!"

After the cipika cipiki, I walked to the outside of the factory.

It was a bit nauseous my stomach smelled the fishy aroma of processed sea produced in our factory. So it can not be long in there, other than the noise of a deafening machine.

I deliberately circulated the view to the right left of the factory because I was curious about the vision of Airlangga.

Nothing is strange! I didn't detect any suspicious things either. What's... Airlangga saw it wrong? He also does not have full ability because science is divided into five. Especially if he is young. Most likely wrong, it's commonplace. Hm...

I'm still trying to focus my eyes. By offering a prayer, ask God to sharpen my abilities. But it doesn't look awkward.

As a result I came out of the factory with my heart still covered in question marks.

Now my destination is Airlangga's room.

The boy was allowed to go home before Dzuhur. But there is no visible prayer at home musholla.

Hm... Is Angga sleeping?

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