Tsunami Wedding
50. Reunite

Warning: This story is the true story of someone the author knew. Only, there are some stories that the author accelerates the plot. Have fun yaaa ...

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The car arrived at PT. Wind Storm. The number of palm trees has become a characteristic of the place. In addition to the many roads that are winding, up and down, also the bad of the dirt road due to the turn.

"Alhamdulillah, until!" Paktua. The old man really felt happy that he had arrived, probably too tired on the streets. Unlike Khadijah who felt stubborn when entering there.

Bang Imran and his wife welcomed him happily, they embraced Khadijah full of deepest longings.

"How are you, Jah?" Says Kak Imah, wife of Bang Imran.

"Alhamdulillah, Brother."

"Let's go in!"

The clock has shown at 12 noon, Khadija must prepare his heart to meet Malik.

Just mentioned, Malik motorbike has entered the Bang Imran yard. He was very surprised because it turned out that Khadijah and Riska were already there.

"Well, you were there? Not the same as Riska?" ask Bang Imran.

Malik walked in with a heavy step, between shame and guilt had become one.

He stared at the beloved child who was playing without seeing it, "Riska!" Call her.

Riska turned her head expressionlessly, maybe the child was also irritated by her father.

Malik approached her, "How are you, son?"

"Healthy, Dad!"

Malik stroked his head, then he turned to Paktua. "Assalamualaikum, Paktua. How are you?"

"Girishalah, Malik. Alhamdulillah, fine. You're not that rich?" He looked at Malik from top to bottom.

It's true, Malik's not taken care of. His hair became long and messy, his mustache was unshaved and there was also a messy beard. Not to mention his clothes that looked very tangled at the moment.

Malik was like he was hit by a slap at the moment, he scratched his head and sat there. His mind is now only one, where is Khadijah?

Soon Khadijah came out with Kak Imah carrying rice and side dishes to eat together. Khadijah did not even glance towards Malik, he did not want to cry at this moment.

After eating together, Paktua told the two to chat at his house. Kodir's parishioners drove them to their own homes, after which he patted the backs of his two ponies. "You finish well" he said.

The two entered the house, Khadijah looked around the house. He was in his heart, how not? His house is so messy.

"What house is this barn?"

Malik scratched his head, "Sorry, Jah! You don't have time to clean."

"If the model house is like this, it's easy for the devil to come in, Bang. Brother has no prayer? Just once, is there?"

Malik shook his head, "Remember, Jah!"

"We're sitting here!" Khadijah in front of the tv. "Now, is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Well! Don't leave brother," said Malik.

"Why, Bang? Isn't it good, did your dream come true? Brother has managed to get Adelia, but sorry Colored does not want to be pitted."

"Everytime you won't divorce. Khilaf's brother, Jah! Brother is truly a khilaf. Brother promised, after his son was born Brother will separate with Adelia. The only thing in my heart is you and Riska."

"Ck! Nonsense," said Khadijah. "Now Colonized asks, Was there a brother who hugged Riska? Definitely not. He was blinded by the devil. Do you want to be colonized by Rukiyah?"

Malik shook his head, "No way! You're not possessed, Jah!"

"But Brother's heart is dirty, just as Riska aja Abang have nian cuekin him."

"Does need you, Jah!"

"It's not babu?"