Wife Ustadz?
4. Not Me, Pah!
Vinny tried to calm Hasna down. "Nana calm down. The paper is in a meeting, at least ten minutes left," said Vinny.
"Ok, I'm waiting in the papa's room." without lingering, Hasna went into her papa's office.
Arriving in his papa room, he saw a picture of his family that is usually plastered on the wall and immediately visible from the entrance. That photo no longer exists. Maybe his father completely forgot about himself, Hasna's mind.
"Heem," lamented Hasana's long breath, a sign that she was tired of facing the truth, tired of finding the harsh reality.
Soon there was the sound of footsteps outside the office. Someone is heading to the room.
Chequek!
the door opened and it was Afdhal, Hasna's papa. ''Dear Nana, are you here? is it healthy, honey?" asked Afdhal as usual, with his warm attitude.
"No need to get stale! Nana came here just wanted to ask a few things," said Hasna with a cynical tone, the warmth of her papa even felt as a conductor of heat in her heart.
"What is that, honey?" ask Afdhal again, while sitting on the sofa which is now opposite to Hasna's standing position.
"About the house I'm occupying right now. Whose house is that, Pah?" tanya Hasna flat.
Afdhal smiled, "Sit down Baby, Papa explain!" said Afdhal gently. Hasna complied and now sits next to her father.
"Look, that's your rightful home. However, since you are not yet seventeen years old, then Papa has not been able to make any official documents on your behalf. However, Nana's name as the heir to the house. Papa has taken care of it and is now registered in Notary.
"Then, how's mama?" ask Hasna back.
"Your mama got her rights too, dear. That is the house in the white cempaka area and its boarding houses, Resto and Cafe in the camp as well as some land areas in Sukabumi" said Afdal.
Hasna just kept quiet, she was listening to her papa's explanation. "Your rights, the house you currently live in, the car in the garage, except your mother's car that is still in use by mama today. That will remain your mother's right. And some of the land that is in the bogor, and in the trace it's your right, for the extent later we both see in the documents that Papa keeps in the prune." Afdhal. Hasna.
"Twenty percent of the shares in this company are yours, Papa bought On your behalf, after you turn seventeen years there will be an addition of twenty percent, then the total will be Forty percent, the company said, if you want clarity, then we will be the same to Notary, when you are seventeen years old. Then all assets will be yours, currently still under papa's supervision, even though papa lives elsewhere and is not with you" Afdhal explained in detail.
"It's not so rewarding! Mama is going to Singapore to work, Papa is already living with Papa's new wife. I'm alone now! dan~" Hasna paused her words by sighing first. "And, if the house is not my right, then I'll go from there" he said later, flat.
"Heh, don't you mind me Pah!" answer cynical Hasna. "Okay, thank you, Dad! I go," Assalamua'laikum," Hasna passed from before Afdhal.
"Ma ... Nana!" afdhal's call is not Hasna Gubris at all. Hasna kept walking into the elevator to the parking lot. "Greetings, '" Afdal answered with teary eyes.
Hasna is currently in the parking lot of Afdhal's building. He was in his car and ready to go.
On the crossroad road that has traffic light.
Brugh!
Dugh!
Crews!
"What the hell is that?" hasna said to himself, Because Hasna was a little dreamy, then he realized he was at a red light and stepped on the brake pedal too much on the car in front of him.
Unintentionally, Hasna flagged T****C_HR hy***** in red, which stopped right in front of her car.
The result of the incident caused Hasna's car headlights to break and the car's bumper in front of her was slightly dented.
"Astagfirullah'Aladzim!" say someone who was in the car. He was shocked because someone hit his car from behind.
"Wadduh, our car is on A'a Bro! there are police too! it looks like we're under orders to pull over" said a man behind the wheel of the red car.
"Yes, wait a minute, let's pull over, Dik Sob!" he said to the man who was next to him.
"Asiiip, A'a Bro!"
The same desire was given a warning to pull over his car by the police. Hasna followed the orders of the police officer so calmly.