Choosing to Go From an Cheating Husband
father of image

"What if we're the ones getting married, whatever the image is my biological child".

Fatma was surprised by Budi's statement, she still thought of accepting his offer or refusing, if she told him all to the exact image her two children would be disappointed against her, if she told him all,but if he wants to marry Budi then his life will be guaranteed, and his children will go to college without burden.

"How's Fatma?"ask Budi who can not wait to hear the answer from Fatma.

"But I have to ask this to my son, now that he is in prison" Fatma said, he had matured.

"When are we going there to ask your son that question??"

"When you have time, but if now, I still want refreshing, the question is only today I can just walk the road" said Fatma honestly.

"Finished you walk, we go straight to the police station asking for the consent of your son" Budi said.

"Can I accompany you "

"If you want, it doesn't matter."

"But by the way your son went to jail for what" asked Budi as they walked towards the mall.

"Obdomain, take care of the young".

"Brace motor??"

"No, but the problem with his wife"

"Is he KDRT..?"guess again

"Son, he has a problem with the house certificate case that was taken over by his wife after the divorce." replied Fatma.

Budi nodded in understanding.

"What do you want to buy first"?tanya Budi, the mother of two children was happy that someone was financing her groceries this time, she bought clothes and cosmetics that she liked, not forgetting she bought Hells, Hells,like a teenager in puberty.

After going around and choosing the items he wanted Fatma walked to the cashier followed by Budi.

"That's aja"

"This is enough" said Fatma happily,

After paying to the cashier, Budi delivered Fatma to his house first.

"Your house is still a long time ago it turns out" Budi said when they had arrived in front of a slightly luxurious house.

"Different, now it's been renovated, money from whom?"ask Budi.

"My son, since he worked in a well-known company, he can build this house complete with its contents" Fatma said while picking up a paper bag for his groceries.

"I drove home first" Fatma said out of the car.

Not long after, Fatma returned to the car, to go to the police station to visit the arka and ask for blessing.

"But I'm not sure my son would agree if I remarry" Fatma said hesitantly.

"We try first, if he does not agree, we can elope, no, you can find your own happiness, for the sake of our children" said Budi reassured

"Can you give me pleasure now.????, like that time..??"tanya Budi looked at Fatma fixedly.

"Of course, but after you marry me later" Fatma said, she was already unwilling to make the same mistake as before.

"Well, let's see your son" Budi said while running his car.

After a considerable distance, they have now reached the police station.

They are now waiting for the arcs in the beard room.

"You brought a lawyer to free the arka"? Asked his happy son, Fatma did not immediately answer he was confused about where to talk from.

"No, Mama's here to go with you, do you want mama to get married again"?? Fatma asked a little doubtfully.

"Just like this guy" he asked, his arka looked flat.

"Yes, I want to marry your mother" replied Budi no less flat.

"What can you give to my mother" asked Arka.

"I will make your mother happy, and meet her needs" said Budi sure, but her face is flat, she does not like the welcome of Fatma's child, if not because she has a child from Fatma,he would not want to speak well to that son of Fatma.

"If I don't agree, what are you doing" asked the haughty arch.

"Mom don't care, you agree or ngak,mama here just want to tell that, and mama remind you to be polite to the Budi mas" said Fatma angrily,Budi smiled faintly at the words of Fatma,it was as if mocking the arc that had lost the match.

"Let's get out of here" Fatma said, passing away from the beard room leaving an angry arc.

"You sure fat" asked Budi when they were in the car.

"No, we're still getting married" Budi said in his car.

Along the way budi asked his son's habits, food of immortality, Fatma told him about his daughter, and it turned out his favorite was the same as Budi.

"What's as good as our DNA test first, let's guarantee if the image is your biological child" asked Fatma stale base.

"No need, the most important thing now is that I want to see my son's face "unfortunate thanks.

After a long time chatting on the way, finally they have now reached the residence of Fatma.

"What hour now the image has come home..?

"Like it hasn't"

"You better go home first, later at about seven o'clock you come again here, about it is not good to see the neighbors" said Fatma, she was lazy if she had to hear the babbling neighbors.

"Since when do you care about your neighbors,"

"Since my son has grown up, let alone my status like this, people will definitely scorn" said Fatma, the color is often like that if she sees her neighbors bring other men to her house.

"Yaudah, you come in, let me wait in the corner, you know your own home is very far from here, very tiring if I have to go back home" said Budi relented.

"It's up to you" said Fatma not to know.

Fatma got out of the car and into her house, locked the door, took a shower and tried on the clothes she had bought while in the mall.

Being cool trying on clothes, his door was knocked by his son.

Tok to tok.

Cleks.

The image saw his mother who was trying branded clothes.

"Well you do this much shopping??"ask the image of frustration, he hopes the money he gave her this morning was bought for a side dish and set aside for tuition.

"Yes.emang why ??"

"The money I gave you this morning, for our meal and tuition fees I'm mah" complained the image as he threw his body on the sofa.

"Your money is still simple mama and still intact, you are calm" said Fatma relaxed.

"Trus, where's the money to buy all these branded clothes from"??ask the confused image, however he knows if his mama does not work and does not have any savings at all.

"You didn't sell our house, did you ?"ask the worried image.

"So, this is what you pay for, my mom's husband"

"You will, father "wanted Fatma, her daughter can only gawk.

"Seriusan mama want to marry???, someone wants to be the same mama???, they mean the image of emang mama is not ashamed of marriage anymore"criminalat, citra,

"Gak lah, ngapain bashful, where does his candidate tajir where mama want to refuse" said Fatma

"Seriously he wants to be with mama, later he just pursue the image, but the reason his marriage mama, citra is afraid Lo if virgin by stepfather" said blak blakan image.

They talk about their door on the knock

Tok tok tok tok

"Who's mah"??

"Don't know, let mama see first" Fatma said.

Cleks.

"You,??", did I say you came at seven o'clock in the night to come now" Fatma asked confusedly.

"I see our son has come home, I can't wait to see him" said Budi.

"Jaudah, come in"

"Who is mah" asked the image, before Fatma answered the image can immediately guess if the man is his future mother.

"This is the mama's candidate" asked the image, no one answered until at the end Budi embraced a strong image.

"Pelasin"??squealing the splashy image, Budi took off his embrace.

"What the hell, don't tell me that my mate mama is the same om this, I don't want to mah" said the image.

"I am your real father, baby"