WIFE TO MY HUSBAND
CHAPTERS 10.

"Noise! Is her husband Adel a rich man?" chirps Bu Sekar with sparkling eyes.

 Nisa's steps came to a halt, she turned around and looked in wonder at her mother.

"Kok Mama suddenly it's that? Don't be weird, Mom. This is Adel's house, not mine!" nisa's strict with her mother.

 Bu Sekar flicked his hand in front of his face. "Haish, did you say Adel asked you to be his second wife. This is also your home, your apartment."

 Nisa was just shaking her head, not wanting to prolong the debate with her mother. And continued to move back to the room she had prepared for her mother.

"If you're married, you'll stay here, yes, Nis." Bu Sekar continued to stare in amazement at all the things he could see in that place.

 Nisa placed Bu Sekar's shabby bag on a soft mattress with white sheets that were king size.

"Well, if that's Nisa can't be sure yet, ma'am. Later we will discuss again with Mbak Adel how good yes," said Nisa sungkan.

 However, he can be here at this time is because of the kindness of Adel who was willing to take it as honey, if it can not be ascertained at this time Nisa is still a gossip of residents in her village.

"Huh, yes already if so let later the mother who said the same Adel directly. I'm sure you must be allowed to stay here," said Bu Sekar cheerfully.

 Bu Sekar walked towards the mattress and laid his body comfortably on it.

"Haaahh .. This turns out to be a rich man. There's also good luck you're late for marriage, Nis. Finally can be a rich man gini also later, try if first mom immediately accepted the application of the Morning Tongos for you? At best only a cow dapet one of us," kekeh Bu Sekar.

 Nisa sits near her mother while************* her finger restlessly.

"Mom, later if you meet Mbak Adel with her husband do not talk weird huh. Nisa does not want to say the benefits of the kindness of Madam Adel, Mom. You understand, right?"

 Bu Sekar got up and sat facing Nisa, his eyes looking straight at Nisa seriously.

"After all, as long as you become a real marriage with the sultan, the mother will be diem and behave as you want. Hi, it's okay to be a second wife. If not already married in love apartment how if already married? The palace is also in love kayaknya," seloroh Bu Sekar while imagining in his head will live in a magnificent mevvah house-style artist house that he saw on the neighboring television every hitchhiking.

 Nisa pursed her lips. "Gee! Mama! Just told you not to be weird."

"Mom's not weird, Nis. Yes her name is aja mother is again seneng soon have the son-in-law of the sultan, mother has said in our village if you are in the same lamar rich people. Huuuuh, surely now the mothers there again on the scene talking about you who are lucky to be able to get a rich man's husband," said Bu Sekar excitedly.

 Nisa gasps. "What, Mom? You tell the people in the village?"

 Ms. Sekar nodded her head repeatedly.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Not sure but, if suddenly Madam Adel or her parents change their minds how? Shame on us, Mom!" nisa's upset.

"Maybe not! The mother knew Adel, he said he was always on the edge. And so you calm down, anyway I'm sure a thousand percent you will be married to her husband Adel, period." Bu Sekar pressed Nisa's thigh with his index finger.

"Oh, yes. I told Alan, it just so happens that he also works in the next town. So he said he wanted to come here and see your wedding. Later you invite him here too, yes, surely he really likes him if he sleeps on a soft mattress like this. You see, all this time he had only ever slept on a mattress, the former too. Dapet Nemu in the garbage disposal," recalls Bu Sekar imagining their difficult life since long ago.

 Unknowingly, her tears just flowed.

"Mother crying?" lirih Nisa is worried.

 Nisa hugged Bu Sekar tightly. "We wish you peace there, ma'am. Hopefully from there you can smile see us, Nisa's hope from here hopefully in the future we can live better."

"Amin, I hope so too." Bu Sekar patted Nisa's back gently.

 Nisa rubbed her watery eyes while still hugging her mother. But his focus was immediately divided by what he saw on the mattress they were sitting on.

"Astaghfirullah, Mommy!" surprised screams.

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At Bu Sita's residence which is already equivalent to the sultan's palace andar*.

 Zidan got out of the car and stepped hastily into his mother's mansion.

"Inget came home too you?" sindir Bu Sita who was relaxing in the family room while reading a fashion magazine.

 Zidan paid no heed to the mother's insinuation and quickly climbed the stairs to get to his room on the second floor.

Zidan opened his wardrobe and searched for something there, until he finally found what he was in his car and rushed back out of his room with a grim face.

"Where are you going, Zidan? Not polite! The old man said that in reply! Not just the origin of ngeloyor go aja kayak so! It looks like it's an ustad but kayak behavior ...."

 Bu Sita's words stopped together with Zidan who raised his five fingers up.

"Stop, Mom! Zidan is no longer interested in talking to Mama."

 Bu Sita closed her magazine and walked slowly gracefully towards Zidan.

"Well, well, look at this kid. The more mature even the more brave against his mother," his his hiss cynical.

"If you're just gonna fight better not now, Ma! Zidan again hurriedly," said Zidan lifting the red map in his hand.

 Ms. Sita folded her hands in front of her chest, being as indifferent as anyone else's affairs were completely unimportant to her.

"Mama does not care, Mama just want to collect your promise to meet Mama with your new wife. Oops, meaning second wife," Sighed Bu Sita again, this time while covering her mocking smile with her hands.

"It looks like Mama just needs to come and meet him at the wedding, too risky if Mama forced to meet Nisa now. Zidan knows Mama and that's why Zidan also wants to keep Mama away for a moment from Nisa until later ijab qobul is chanted." Zidan again moved to continue his steps out of the house.

Miss Sita smiled cunningly. "Ouh, so her name is Nisa?"

Zidan closed his eyes and sighed, forgetting that his mother would have a thousand and one ways to get what she wanted. Including looking for the person in question just by armed with a name.

"Do you want Mama?" zidan gave up.

 Bu Sita nodded indifferently. "Mama told you, right? Mama just wants to meet, what business will Mama do after meeting. Yeah, that's a back business."