Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 135 Arthur The Great
Arthur was surprised. Amelia's ex-husband stood before her with a shabby face and disfigured body.
They did occupy a large two-story shop house. On the ground floor even stands sturdy auto parts stores and workshops that are spacious but quiet customers.
Arthur looked at everything carefully.
"Mas... Solehudine?"
Me alone. What's the matter, Mister can know me?"
A thin woman, white as a corpse because pale as never doused in ultraviolet rays of the morning sun.
Syrian Jyria. Even so, Arthur admitted that there are still remnants of the beauty line on the face of the woman who was actually still young.
"Miss...Syrian Syrian? The daughter of an angkot and a contract in this village?"
"Koq tau?"
"Who does not know the richest man in this village. I want to check the feasibility of my car."
Juriah stunned. His eyes looked fixed on the face of Arthur who was completely invisible to his Indonesian descent because of his bully face.
Only his voice and speech alone makes new people believe that in fact more Indonesian blood flows in his body than American blood.
Papa Arthur, Joko Handoko original Suroboyo area East Java.
"Mister even knows my full name!?!" Seen looks confused despite being proud.
Fortunately, the news about Amelia and Lukman who entered the newspaper did not enter the local newspaper news of the village of Amel and Soleh. So that no one knows except the people who live in the Capital and its surroundings.
"I just want to get acquainted. All over my Papa's hometown."
Arthur did not want to open his identity and the purpose of his goal to visit Soleh Juriah so honestly.
He is just observing.
Arthur is like that often. It was not unusual for him to travel here and there in order to continue his new projects to succeed.
Arthur is a perfectionist. Detail and can always look for gaps even though a speck for the material of his work later. And the result was an achievement that Arthur reaped after many struggles.
"Mister of Indonesian descent? Really?"
Arthur laughs. The Syrian question was not the first one he had heard. In fact, there were often and already countless people who asked him such a question.
Answer's cliche. Nodding and smiling widely.
"Can boso Jowo?" ask Soleh.
Arthur nodded and laughed.
"I was born and raised in America. Now it's still back and forth here and there. Biases. Kuli's here, old man's there."
Soleh was amazed. So too with Jyria.
Fortunately their workshop had just entered a new mechanic who quite understood the affairs of the car engine to be able to clean the car engine that Arthur drove.
Even thanks to the arrival of Arthur, one by one there are customers who come even though it is just an oil change and check their motorcycle handbrake.
Arthur is like bringing an aura of luck to Soleh's workshop which has been quiet for several months. Right after Ojan's mansion fire three months ago.
"How long has the moon been married to Mas Soleh?"
Arthur started to approach Juria. It even gave her the nickname of the Moon, because of the beauty hidden behind the pitch black clouds of night. So he said when Juriah protested why Arthur called him Mbak Bulan.
Arthur knew everything about Syria. Who is Jyria and how is their marriage.
Even Arthur knows that Soleh has HIV AIDS because all the data is very complete about them already in his hands.
Arthur seems to be starting to have other ideas that are much more frowned upon according to him.
It turns out that the life story of an Amelia is much better than the main storyline in the novel "Young Wife For My Husband" which He will work on becoming a festival film.
This story makes me goosebumps disco much more as it turns out! After knowing one by one the people involved in Amelia's life!
"Mas Soleh why his legs?"
"Directly amputated the surgeon?"
"Yes. When I realized, my legs were no more. Hhh... Maybe it's been Robbi's divine destiny for me."
"Why is your God so evil giving you destiny?"
Just sober up, Soleh was stunned.
Arthur is a new person he just met. But he could say very lightly as if blaming God's destiny for what happened to his life.
Soleh did not know that Arthur was an atheist.
"That's because I deserve this fate!" answer's lethargic.
"Whatever? Containing a religion and appropriate when we are given evil by God? Why do we embrace a certain religion!? Do we not embrace religion to gain the blessing of the God we worship? Why is God so bad to us? Better not to worship anyone but to fight for yourself, right? Worshiping God does not work either!"
"Astaghfiullah!"
Fortunately, there is Le Giman who is now working with Soleh and Juriah.
Le'Giman is now a devout Muslim and is focused on his conversion asking for God's forgiveness for all the sins of the past.
"It can't be like that! Don't blaspheme God! That great sin and apostasy! Who are you, Mister? What do you have a purpose and purpose in life? Could it be that you are the one who has the evil intention to throw us Muslims out of Islam and follow your words? You are a misleading person! Before I call the village device and the security apparatus, you better get out of here! Are you a priest looking for new followers in this village?"
Le' Giman was furious.
He rebuked Arthur who began to shuffle also because of miscalculation.
He was too deep in character to open his own identity as a follower understand 'do not believe in God'.
Everyone has the right to make choices.
As is he. He deserves to be an atheist. It was his life choice.
Until Arthur was forcibly expelled by the Syrian family for his speech that was too free to argue.
"Shii!" his meaning was upset by driving his vehicle at high speed.
Czechiiiite...
"Meooong!!!"
"Yes, O God gustiii!!!"
Arthur's surprised.
The car hit something. It seemed like a cat and a young girl were screaming to make him even more shocked.
Brakes.
Arthur got out of the car.
He was stunned to see a shoulder-haired young girl crouching with bloodstained hands and turned her head towards him.
"Sembrono once in his drive! Hurry up, take this cat and bury it properly!"
Arthur felt his chest tight.
And...
Perches.
He fainted while the girl was aghast in shock while screeching loudly.
"Yeah...!?!"
The sweet girl who just finished High School immediately shouted for help to the people around.
"Yarooonggg, toloooonggg!"
The girl is Inayah. Her younger sister Amelia is getting ready to move domiciles. Right now he's just going to a stall down the road. His intention was to buy some cardboard used instant noodles to pack the items that would be brought moved to the Capital.
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