THE LOVE OF THE FUTURE WIDOWER
Nasi - Ujuk Mak Siti

Mr. Baskoro did not care about the scolding of Herman, even he was increasingly narcissistic when Herman tried to take a photo of Mr. Baskoro, then he deliberately sent an electrical message to Bu Ariani.

Herman who feels strange with the behavior of Mr. Baskoro, just immediately think negative about his actions. The experience he felt at this time was already very painful, severely injured but not bleeding.

"Have you sent her WhatsApp message to Mama? He.he... Our marriage is almost at the age of golden age. We love each other so much, Herman! Although it's not easy to get there, sit down!"

"Never in the least in our minds to betray and play tricks on the marriage we have built with this short time,"

Pak Baskoro takes his very strategic seat with a beautiful artificial garden and breezy breeze. Although on the edge of the city and fairly a little seedy, but Mak Siti stalls look very clean and well maintained with various ornamental plants around the left right of the stall.

"What do you mean, papa brought me here, this is unhygienic Pa! Why are you looking for Anjani? Didn't he give me time to rest his house after falling from the bike the other day."

"Papa has a job for Anjani, you take care of your company and household, Kayla and mama's problem, papa will take care of it! Okay...?"

Herman is still not finished with the behavior of Mr. Baskoro who suddenly strange. "Alright Pa... Tomorrow I will take the first flight, papa take good care of health. Simon will be faithful to accompany papa, maybe I'm a little longer there. Because, there are contracts with some container distributors who are booming at this time."

Orders also came, rice sat with various side dishes plus ice-flavored fruit drinks that tempt the faith in this hot time.

Suddenly a very familiar voice in Herman's ear and Mr. Baskoro was heard clearly.

"Mak.... Here's the purchase, I go home first mom! You're a bit of a hunt Mak, Jani must take the laundry to Bu Wulan's place."

Anjani reached out her hand with the grocery bag she brought to Mak Siti.

When turning his body, the eyes were fixed with Pak Baskoro and Hermansyah who were eating at that place as well.

Mr. Baskoro waved his hand, like a gesture calling Anjani to come closer.

"Loh Tu.mr! How far away from eating it, not father and master if lunch is always in the office area, well." Seloroh Anjani then approached the two of them who were busy eating.

"Sit Anjani, where you live, is it far from here?" Mr. Baskoro asked Anjani who was sitting a bit away from them.

"I'm with my friend a contract behind this Mak Siti stall, sir. Will I be able to get into work tomorrow? I need the master's job, don't fire me." Anjani sat down while playing her fingers Karen was a little nervous as she made a plea to Mr. Baskoro.

Hermansyah did not care what they said, he still enjoyed the rice sitting available in front of him, while in his brain there were a million plans to uncover the depravity of Nadira's wife who had been sincerely loved.

"Well sir.I will arrive at the factory on time, thank you! Sorry I have to go, good afternoon sir, sir.." Anjani rushed away and did activities when he got a permit to rest after the accident at the factory where he worked.

"Yes... Be careful on the road don't bump into people anymore" Mr. Baskoro replied to Anjani's greeting, while Herman just nodded his head without a word coming out of his mouth.

"He.he..he ... Yes sir, his name is also apes sir! Avoid also tetep apes," neat rows of Anjani teeth further add a plus in the heart of Pak Baskoro.

Herman's busyness with his phone can not be disturbed, he looks very serious with a chat and ends up on a call.

"What...! Okay follow where he's going, give me the least amount of info, '" Herman closed the unilateral call. His eyes were staring at every photo he could of the spy Jepri that he believed to follow all his activities Nadira while away from Herman.

'A marriage is a sacred pledge, of mutual love and respect and absolute loyalty and trust for every couple... What does it mean when loyalty is misinterpreted'

"Prophe Her... Face with a cold head. Think rationally to do everything you do, remember! There's Kayla among you. That's what you should think about, too." Baskoro sir's message.

Their lunch was over, and Herman drove the car to his residence with a million silence.

"Her... no matter how deep you hurt, no matter how sick you feel, you must be able to control your emotions, never damage yourself by spending time, hang out and come home drunk."

Herman looked at Mr. Baskoro and smiled wryly, "Papa.What sins have I ever committed, what shortcomings have I ever given to Nadira? This is really unfair, pa,"

"It's lucky you found out today, and it's not too late! Be grateful, take the silver lining all there must be a beautiful secret that you can extract from the events that have befallen your household." Not bored, Pak Baskoro encouraged Hermansyah to continue to face the household situation with a cool head.

The car they were riding drove at a moderate speed, their conversation turned to Kayla's amusing agility.

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Happy fasting, spirit may be received all our worship, aamiin 🤲🤲

To be continued 😉

Greetings Dear Always By RR 😘