My Dad Prefer Other Women
chapter 4
"May darling, it can be so.
Later we eat in the same hajj Romli stall yes, magrib prayer, how?" I replied with a smile, hoping my daughter would soon forget the incident this afternoon that met her heartless father.
Why is it that every time I remember that man, my blood always boils.
I don't know why I want to see the suffering of the man and also the cheap woman who used to be just a waiter for a rice stall, but if her face is ordinary, it seems very wasteful from her age.
But yes it is love, logic that no longer works. May the Lord immediately hasten karma for couples who do not have hearts like them.
Adzan magrib reverberated, I immediately rushed a call from the owner of the universe, for me there is no word to postpone the mother of prayer time, because the more delayed the devil will be more cheerful tempting to lazy self to do it.
"Honey, let's go get some fried rice now." I shouted under the stairs calling my beloved daughter, we have each Mading's place in this house, the top floor is my son's territory and the bottom floor is mine, hahahaa it is the idea of my master daughter, she is indeed a child that I should be proud of, her way of thinking is so mature and also has a firmness in her attitude, even though she is still a dozen years old, her way of thinking is very mature, but don't be underestimated as to what he's been talking about.
"Okay bund, ready!" my daughter came down wearing black pants and t-shirts, walking so casually.
"We ride the bike, all the way." connect me with a warm smile.
And Alisia looked only to nod lightly.
Riding the motor matic at medium speed, it only took ten minutes we had arrived at the hajj Romli stall.
"There's Neng Alisia, as always, right?" ask the Hajj sir very kindly to my girl who nods happily.
Pak Haji has memorized the fried rice menu Alisia's favorite, just said as usual and we are equally understanding.
"Two yes, sir!
The one is spicy, just here to eat." said me and immediately diyakan and sir Hajj invite you to sit on the bench that has been provided.
"Enak bund! I've always loved the fried rice made by Hajj" my daughter said between our meals.
"Yes, if it's not good, you can't always buy it here, right?" I teased him and he laughed at my answer. Ah happy, our happiness is this simple.
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Before going to the store, I always write stories first, because I also have to be able to divide my time, between work and children.
When again the focus of facing in front of the laptop, suddenly Bu Murni came in stride.
"Sir Hanum, I'm sorry there's that outside." Pure Mom seemed hesitant to say something, Pure Mom is a widow who lives not far from home, she is very good and needs a job, because she has to support her two children.
Although she did not need a maid, but for the sake of helping without looking condescending, I asked her to help clean the house and cook, accompany Alisia, and I asked her, and it makes me feel a little calm because when I have to go to the store, my son is watching and looking after me.
Sometimes the children of pure Bu also come, so Alisia has friends to chat and play.
His clear speech made me curious." I replied curiously, because from the expression of Pure Ma looks so anxious and nervous.
"That, mbak! That, beyond a da, his father is non Alisia." said Pure Bu with a worried face.
"I mean Pure Ma'am, Mas Ali?" I was half in disbelief. After so many years, why did the man reappear, hopefully he will not disturb my peace and my happiness with my daughter. I take this breath in, strengthen my heart so that it is no longer emotional, because every person concerned with it, must drain the emotions and make the chest heat.
Sure enough, when this foot steps into the living room, it looks like a man who has ruined my happiness is sitting relaxed on one of the sofas with a focus on his cellphone screen.
"What's up, mas?" ask me without wanting to be further stale, because I'm honestly not comfortable seeing him present in my life again. It feels like the calm I have achieved will reap strong wind again, ah I don't know. I hope it's just my mind.
Mas Ali looked at himself without a blink, and his lips smiled widely. It felt very uncomfortable to see his expression which I found very nauseating.
"How are you, Hanum?" reply mas Ali asked without answering my question. How frustrating!
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don't forget to stop by my other work.
#Pressure From Ex-Husband (Lat)
#Love in the bonds of Destiny (ongoing)
#Scoffs of Eve (ongoing)
#Love my husband to another woman (ongoing)
#Strong Arumi (ongoing)
#Second woman (Finished)
#False love is wrong (Lone)
#Love wrapped in Lust (ongoing )
New works :
#Because my son's legacy died at my hands
#My dad prefers other women
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