Always Humiliated Husband Family
Three-story house

The more Indah days the more focused on her work that has produced enough rupiah coffers and beyond her estimates so far. He did not expect to make money in an easy way, just sit in front of a laptop and type then the money will flow by itself into his account. Beautiful feeling at this time God opens the path of his sustenance, and he hopes his obtained rizki brings blessing to his life and his son.

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During the day, after picking up Husein at school, Indah took the son to go somewhere. They left by driving a car.

''Where are we going, Ma?'' ask Hussein curiously. He sat next to the wheel next to his mother. His eyes focused forward.

''There's deh. The tree Mama will take Mama's child to a beautiful place and of course Husein will love it, replied Beautifully smiling knot.

Husein was made more curious after hearing the words of his mother.

After passing a fairly long journey, the car driven by Indah turned into an elite area.

Husein looked out the window, saw a two-story building and there was also a three-level one. The building looks so luxurious and magnificent.

Then Indah deflected her four-wheeled vehicle again into the high gate, after which the car stopped right in front of the porch of the house.

"Let's go down Honey,'' said Beautiful.

Hussein went down quickly.

''Whose house is this, Ma? Mama's friend's house, huh?'' ask Hussein. Husein was amazed by the three-story building. In addition to the house there is a garden and a fish pond that is quite spacious.

Beautiful had not yet answered, suddenly came a man approaching her.

''Non, this is the key to his house, '' said the middle-aged man who was around fifty years old.

''Thanks Sir. Sir, if you're tired of taking a break, yes. His work should not be forced, said Beautiful friendly. The man in front of him is now named Mukhlis, a gardener and the man who guards the three-story house.

''Yes Non. Then you rest first in the back room, Mr. Muklis was about to step his feet, but he did not do it when he realized the presence of Husein, a handsome boy who had not been swept.

''Wow, this is after all his son Non Beautiful, very handsome, yes, said Mr. Muklis kindly with a smiley face knotted.

''Salam knows Kek,'' Husein said as kindly, then he saluted and kissed the reverence of the back of Mr. Muklis' hand.

''You're a good boy, just like your mother, son, '' said Mr. Muklis.

After finishing the meeting, Mr. Mukhlis passed back.

Beautiful and Husein entered the three-story house.

Again Husein was amazed by the appearance in the house.

When Indah shows a large swimming pool equipped with slides, Husein is more excited to make it. Then Indah invites Husein to play, and Husein is increasingly amazed to see all types of games in the room.

Not until there, Indah also invited Husein to enter a room. Upon their arrival in the room, again Husein's netra looks bright.

''Mama's friend's house is very good, and surely Mama's friend has a boy the same age as me, look at the room is very nice with Avengers stickers on the wall, ''' Husein said.

Beautiful then invited Husein to sit on the edge of a soft mattress.

Then he looked at Husein. Both of his hands scooped Husein's cheeks.

''Son, this is our home. Not Mama's friend's house. This house is specifically Mama bought for you and Kak Hasan, but unfortunately Kak Hasan already has a new house that God willing he is comfortable there. So this is your home, baby. The house that Mama bought using Mama's money, is obviously beautiful with glassy neutrals.

''Real mom?'' ask Hussein a little surprised.

''Yes dear,'' replied Beautiful surely.

After that Husein hugged Beautiful tightly. While hugging, he repeatedly thanked his mother. My mom bought her dream home.

A house that was much different from the one they occupied with Hanung. At Hanung's house, there was no swimming pool and playroom, and Husein's room was painted plain with white paint, because Hanung was so calculating with the child. All this time he did not think at all about the happiness of the child, all he thought about was the happiness of others' children.

Seriate.