WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
Magic delivery

A week after the incident, Yasmin began to want to confide in her professional friend Ida mother, a young English teacher and wifei of the owner of the bimbel, namely Mr. Taslim.

" You are so patient with the bun, if I, Mr. Taslim so not so ridiculed" said Ida's mom anxious by coding her hands like giving a sambel.

" I wanted to test some patience what my heart is so that it feels like to find heaven with polygamy, it was difficult mom, it is better I would recommend Mr. Hanan with his young wife mom, the matter is separate or not I do not want to be rash", said Yasmin increasingly look calm facing his life now, in contrast to the early days of new left polygamy he was more quiet and sad.

" Why don't you sue, later let's help find her lawyer bun", said Ida slowly and carefully, Ida knew suggesting divorce was not a good thing, it could be a sin but seeing the employee who is considered as his best friend is like terdzolimi makes his lips moved to advise divorce.

" Honest as a woman, once you know Mr. Hanan wants to get married again, at that time I want to ask for a divorce mom, I want to run, it feels like I want to teach you a lesson, Mr. Hanan, but what would happen if everything was unthinkable, just Mr. Hanan who is reckless playing married without thinking and weighing, I just do not want someday there is regret, he said, at least I've tried to survive if the breakup happens", Yasmin said at length.

" I salute you, I do not regret that I consider you the best friend, right as sick as it is when it comes to family, our children must not be rash, I must be patient and think more, he said, indeed, we also deserve to be happy, but we should discuss it first with children, they can also issue opinions according to their wishes bun", Ms. Ida.

" For sure, my happiness is the number so, the main thing is the child, I have to go where and how after, I am not alone but four mums". Yasmin's.

" Where to go it must be thought of from now on, if the work is only here", said Ida.

" Yes ma'am, I'm back to class, excuse me", Yadmin krmbali taught.

Yasmin could calmly face every anger and problem it was all because of the advice of Ida ma'am Ida, ma'am Ida had a positive influence on Yasmin.

" Athaghfirulloh what is this.. hah hah hah.", Yasmin dreamed very spooky, like he was being stabbed by a needle in his stomach.

Yasmi rushed to the bathroom for ablution and faced his creator, leaving everything to the giver of life.

Since the arrival of the Goddess at that time every night Yasmin has always been a strange and scary dream.

" Yes Allih even though I was before going to bed was ablution really, really, scary dreams.", Yasmin continued to pray for protection to the Khalik.

Thinking of putting salt and water nearby, Yadmin had seen her grandmother once, Yasmin tried to pray fervently because of the Alloh SWT and then moved forward, more precisely to the terrace to sow salt and water like the grandmother used to be.

" O God, I do not mean music to You, I only take refuge in You, protect my servants and family from the evil of magic, O God", Yasmin continued to pray and sprinkle salt and water in the corner of her house hoping to avoid the strange dream that haunted her.

After that Yasmin rubbed her face to the feet and then went back to sleep.

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Yasmin smiled bitterly, if anyone really intended to send magic to her, it seemed like she had no enemies.

But if there are people who are hostile and mean certain to send magic kok ya strange, Yasmin feel nothing, it feels impossible if it is thought anyone to send magic.

" If so may Allah protect me child, and who sends magic may Aamiin be forgiven ", said Yasmin.

Hanan is more comfortable in the house of the Goddess, inexplicably if returning to the house of Yasmin is always thought and quickly miss the Goddess.

Though if asked, Hanan love Yasmin, same Goddess was already****, curious and no deep sense, but somehow Hanan himself did not understand.

But Hanan did not bother, after all although rarely je home Yasmin, his children are also indifferent, never once to call him, ask the news or what, or what, yasmin also only occasionally send messages and ask the news because there is a business about children.

The more days the farther, but one thing that makes Hanan calmer his wife Dewi now more attention, often cooking is not like before.

But the money he gave to Dewi kok ya pas continue to never be able to save even though if it is felt now clearly more economical, not many snacks.

" Ma, the father will come home sebebtar, he said Aya mriang", Hanan is now so soft and farewell if you want to go anywhere with the Goddess.

" I'm coming, sir", replied the Goddess.

" No need, just a moment, which father can leave the old mama long, do not need to come, wait for the father at home" said Hanan while menoel the nose of the little Goddess.

Somehow Hanan like seeing the eyes of the Goddess is unusual, there is a sharp and sinister radiance or I don't know Hanan also does not understand, maybe the Goddess is jealous, thought Hanan.

Hanan arrives at Yasmin's house after Maghrib, Yasmin and the children are enjoying dinner.

" Assalamualaikum", Hanan entered the house with a greeting.

" Greetings waalaikum", Reply simultaneously at home.

" Father, finally came.kirain the father had forgotten the same Haya", Haya murmured sadly to make Hanan's heart like scratched thorns when he heard the word that came out of his daughter's mouth.

" Sister.... You are looking for charity by taking care of orphans", Cerokos Husain is no less fierce.

" Haiissstt.... Sons of the father came home instead of being hugged or loved even on the contrary", said Yadmin kalem.

" That's how bun, if the child lacks parental guidance, just talk ngawur", Ketus Hanan.

" Yes, sure, my parents are busy taking care of orphans and supporting widows, it is only natural that we become an offense", Hasan who is the most patient now the child said very spicy.

Henian.....

Hanan's eyes reddened, his breathing down and up the sign held a strong rage after Hasan spoke, Yasmin was privileged with a thumping chest.

" Yes, you have to be sincere let you be happy like a mother, actually a child is born to make his parents happy right? Well happy father with mother Goddess, you must be sincere", Yasmin rubbed the head of her son one.

Seriate......