Mom for Aira
Chapter 29.

"But what was it before." said Aminah.

"What was it that was mom?"

"That is, when in slander can reduce sin, try asking your wife...."

"Assalamu'alaikum everything.." said Zea who had just entered, holding Aira who had fallen asleep.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings...."

"Ai sleep that?"

"He was.." nodded and smiled at Airin and Aminah, as a sign of his greeting.

"Yes, I have taro rooms...."

"She's a.." Walk her feet up to their room in the house.

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Putting Aira very carefully, so that the toddler does not wake up from his sleep.

"Honey.." call Arka who followed Zea into the room.

Arka immediately laid her body on her soft mattress.

"It's mas.." replied Zea.

"Here.." patting the empty mattress beside him.

"She for a moment." walked towards the door.

Chequek.

Zea locked the door to the room. Afraid someone might open it without permission.

Zea walked back towards the mattress, having removed her hijab and attached it to the hanger. Zea threw herself beside her husband.

Arka drew himself closer to the wife, his hands curled in the wife's flat stomach. Swiping slowly, that stomach.

"Thank you dear.." whispered in the wife's ear.

"Sama-sama mas, I want to sleep yes, my head feels dizzy...."

"You sick?" ask Arka worried.

"Remain dizzy, just dizzy...."

"Yes, but if you're sick, say yes...."

"Yes mas...."

Because of the dizziness in his head, Zea quickly fell asleep. Moreover, plus the feeling of hanagt and comfortable from the embrace of the husband.

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Arka rose from her sleep after making sure the wife was sound asleep.

Walk away, get out of the room.

"Hello.." he said as he answered the incoming call.

"He sir..."

"What's wrong?"

"Today the workers were released by Mr. Latif, but I saw Mr. Latif and some people were measuring the father's plantation, would you sell the plantation?" report one of the workers in the Arkan garden.

"I've never sold my estate..."

"But right now I see it with my own eyes...."

"All right I'm there now." Turn off the phone.

Arka walks back to her room to pick up her jacket and also her car keys.

Tap

Tap

The sound of Arka's hasty footsteps.

"Where are you going?" ask mba Airin.

"There's a need for a minute, I'm zip Zea same Aira ya mba....."

"Yes"

Mba Airin could only stare at her sister's hasty departure, without being able to ask further.

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Arka was at the place it was headed. I hurried to leave his car.

"What's this?" ask Arka to the point.

"Perang mas Arka.." said Mr. Latif base stale.

"What is this sir, why is my land measured, is there a problem with the landowner next door?"

"It's not so mas, but I'm just curious, this measurement is still the same as the one in the certificate or has changed.." explained Mr. Latif beralibi.

"We're done to shave the land, and here's the money." said one of the 5 people who measured Arka's plantation land.

"What the fuck, what money is that?" confused Ark.

"Here, Mr. Latif sells his plantation...."

"Which plantation land?"

"What we measured earlier, yes I want to say goodbye, let's Mr. Latif.." said the man, then he and his partner left.

Pak Latif ketar ketir, when he saw the look of Arka's eyes as if a lion was ready to pounce on its prey.

"Explain sir" Arka asserted without stale ado.

"Hahaha, fine.." Laughter Mr. Latif.

Arka was a little surprised to see Mr. Latif laughing like that.

"What" cried Arka, startled.

"Wahahaha, you are shocked by the young man, so kasian.." taunted Mr. Latif.

Plaques

One palm Arka landed on the right cheek of Latif sir.

Residents whose homes near the scene sprang out, curious about the sound.

"What is this Arka mas.." reprimand one of the mothers.

"Cih, bu*ak lust, bu*ak money, basic greedy man.." maki Pak Latif, who increasingly makes Arka confused.

"Money, money, money, and money go on, always that's what's in the brains of Winda and Burhan. Winda's parents are the same, always asking for money when calling. The child and mother are the same, the money brain. They don't want to know how hard it is for me to make money." said Latif.

Arka could not speak anymore.

"I'd better just ma*i.." he said as he ran towards the highway, which is north of the plantation area.

Mr. Latif is no longer preventable. He's standing in the middle of the highway. His hands stretched out, as if he was welcoming something to come.

Tin

Tin

Tinnnnnnn

The sound of a car horn, which flashed. Expel Mr. Latif so as not to be in the middle of the road.

But what can be done, when destiny has acted.

Mr. Latif's body was hit by the car. Roll into the undercarriage of the car.

The people who witnessed the incident could only take part.

Meanwhile, Arka was still quietly glued to her place.

The car pulled over, then stopped.

Get out the driver.

"I'm sorry, I was not accidentally." he told the crowd, who were evacuating Mr. Latif's body.

"Mba is not wrong, he wants to ma*i.." replied one of the residents.

The woman driving the car, giving thanks, when she heard the explanation from the residents. He did not have to worry, had hit someone, because someone who wanted it.

"Is it no longer helpful?" ask Arka.

"Yes." replied the citizen.

The woman driving the car, who heard Arka's voice immediately acted out, as if she felt guilty, frightened and worried for the person she hit. In his heart he cursed the man he hit.

The woman cried as she pleased, in order to get the attention of Arka.

And sure enough, Arka's attention now betalih to the crying woman.

Arka's approaching.

"Are you okay?" ask Arka.

"Huhuhu, I'm afraid.." hugging Arka's burly body.

The non-curling arc was Shiren, willing to be hugged. But he did not give that hug.

Maybe the woman needs a backrest. Inner Arc.

"Sir Arka, this is going to be where the body is..."

"Oh yeah, I forgot" took off the woman's embrace.

"Shiren?" shocked Arka.

"It's me, I'm afraid I'm in jail..."

Arka did not care, she left Shiren who was still acting in tears.

"Somebody can help me send a jezah, can't you?"

"We do not want mas, afraid, we call uztad with local Rt sir yes." proposed one of the residents.

"He.." answered Arka.

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Now Arka has arrived at the funeral home.

Together with Mr. Rt and one uztad, Arka lowered the body of Mr. Latif, who was wrapped in mori.

Tok

Tok

Tok

Arka knocked on the door of the house.

Residents of the house who were doing fun activities were disturbed, with the sound of the door knocking.

"He bothered, who the hell bothered me." a woman grumbled.

"The old man, look there first." said a man who was barbed in bed.

"It's it...."

The woman, lazily walked to the front door of her house.

Chequek.

"Eh sir Arka.." he said cordially to Arka.

"Sore bu Winda.." said Arka.

"Sore also mas, tumben here, what's up, but mas Latif again not at home...."

"Hehe, I'm here to ngnterin mr. Latif ma'am...."