Married a Former Inmate
Is it really Miss Lastri?

"Wawan is still the same with me?" said Aris while staring towards the outside of the room.

"Yes, because he's not my brother either. So let's do a mas, the important thing is that he doesn't upset our relationship anymore" Dinda said, calming Aris.

"Yes, he's not home so we can arrange our wedding plans" Aris said.

"Good idea is mas. Yes, Dinda immediately tell dad, huh?" said Dinda who immediately came out of the room.

Traveling by Dinda, Aris immediately wondered to herself.

"The kayak doesn't know anything about my accident. Who else did all this? I need Jo's help," muttered Aris who immediately picked up her phone.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Jo, is there any progress?" asked Aris curiously.

"I don't want to accuse Ris, you better check the police station for the truth" Jo said from across the street.

"So there's no bright spot, Jo?" ask Aris who finally resigned. After all, he is not paralyzed, yes it is more than the problem spread. Finally, Aris closed the curious case. It's free if he's the only one acting. Others will not believe. So instead of continuing to hold an uncertain curiosity, it is better to pretend not to know.

"Mas, think what?" dinda asked who surprised Aris.

"Dear, I'm thinking about our wedding again" Aris lied.

'I'm sorry Din, this time I can't tell you the same story. I fear that I will be accused of slandering if there is no evidence, Aris' mind while pretending to smile.

"Thinking about our marriage? Sure?" ask Dinda not to believe it. You see, Aris is hiding something from him.

When it comes to marriage, Aris should be happy. But this looks very agitated. Dinda was in disbelief and wanted to find her own.

"Em, sure dear. Tomorrow we'll get the letters. And the day, you are erratic," said Aris and Dinda still trying to find answers to the earnestness of Aris' speech.

"Why? How did it look like that anyway?" aris asked his wife.

"There's something you're hiding from me" said Dinda. Intentions want to pretend not to know, but her name is female. Must be so high curiosity.

'Why is Dinda so sensitive to how I feel? But I acted like nothing had happened before.'

"Yes, answer honestly!" force Dinda on Aris.

"Yes, forget it Din. It's just the anxiety I feel. Oh yeah, did you have our wedding?" tanya Aris tried to divert their chatter.

'Why is Aris so hard to make a story to me?' dinda again. His curious soul became more and more. He can't calm down if Aris doesn't tell. But yes, Dinda will ask Jo directly. 'Hopefully Jo will tell me, ' Dinda hoped inwardly.

"Dinda, how come you're daydreaming?" asked Aris, her position is still in a wheelchair. You see, they are not yet legal, so closing the door of the room is impossible.

"Nothing. About dad, he agrees as long as I'm happy," said Dinda, who looks jutek this time.

"god willing, obviously I will try to please you" said Aris earnestly.

"And Dinda hope, there are no lies in our household. Because I don't want any more failures in my household" Dinda said, turning around. He takes his cell phone and leaves Aris alone.

"Dinda why is it? Huft, it's all my fault. I should have been straightforward. But I'm afraid my guess isn't proven. Which there is a problem increases later." Aris was worried, wanting to catch up with Dinda seemed impossible. Her body is also still all sick, better she sleeps rest.

Almost Aris was standing, uh never knew there was Miss Lastri at the door.

"Eh Lastri's mother," said Aris while deg-degan. I hope Miss Lastri didn't see the action.

"Where are you Ris?" asked the current Miss Lastri who looked different.

"That's a pretty good thing, ma'am" replied Aris who now became suspicious of Bu Lastri's strange attitude.

"Where is Ris?"

"No, I want to say something. Oh yeah, your mom and sister are staying here, right? Let me prepare the place" said Bu Lastri who seemed to care more than usual.

"It's like my mother and Lia are going home, Mom. So Lastri's mother doesn't have to bother preparing her bed" replied Aris again.

" Oh, yes, you have rested. I want to find Dinda first," said Bu Lastri and Aris increasingly think non-no.

Then Aris runs her wheelchair up to the front door of the room. Then he shut the door of his room.

Impatiently, Aris immediately stood up and pushed the wheelchair near her bed.

Because it was still not healthy, so Aris laid her body to the mattress.

"Is it possible that Lastri's mother cut my motorcycle's brake cord?" muttered Aris wondering.

If from Johan's statement, the motor cable is indeed like cut using scissors. So do not rule out the possibility, Miss Lastri can also do it.

"Oweee! Oweee!"

Aris immediately brushed off his thoughts earlier. He was thinking of his son.

"Zahra, why is he crying? I miss him so much, I want to be fat. But..." Aris was sad, she was again pretending to be paralyzed at this moment. So it's very unlikely that he's holding Zahra. Because everyone knows, Aris' left hand is not working.

"Cup cup!"

Dinda carried Zahra into the room.

"Darling, don't forget to close the door?" aris Pinta.

After being confirmed Dinda closed the door and locked it, Aris immediately stood up and took over Zahra from Dinda's sling.

"Dad kangen very much with you Zahra. Mmuah! Miss you," said Aris, peeping at Zahra's forehead.

"So just the same Zahra as her kangen?" dinda asked envy. How not envious? Aris looks more attentive to Zahra than she does.

"Our reed, here kiss!" take Aris and she immediately kissed Dinda's lips without permission.

"What the hell," protested Dinda pretended not to like.

"Oh less?" ledek Aris but he's real.

"Here is Zahranya, I want milkin," said Dinda while trying to take over Zahra from Aris's sling.

"His father wants to too" said Aris, raising his eyebrows.

"Halalin first, then can," said Dinda teasing back the Aris.

"Ihh, watch out later. I won't give mercy." Aris threatened Dinda.

"What's? I don't want to be rude anymore" protested Dinda who now while giving ASI to Zahra.

"Will no more. Believe the same mas," said Aris solemnly.

Dinda smiled.

'I know what you keep secret from me. If I had known it, I would never have forgiven him. He wanted to hurt my husband. Is she happy that I'm a widow and that my son is an orphan?' the inner Dinda who now becomes unable to accept the actions of people who have harmed her husband.

Seriate...