Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 8 - Meet old friends

Time passed, Indra also registered his divorce papers in court once the Lebaran leave period was over. Of course, Ratih did not come to court to facilitate and speed up the process.

"Mas, when does the divorce deed go down?" Tiara leaned on Indra's shoulder as they were dating that afternoon in the park of a fairly famous mall in town. While looking at the passing of the pedestrians who came out into the mall.

"Still waiting for the verdict again, be patient. Later if you are officially divorced, you will immediately apply."

"Yes, yeah."

While being engrossed with Tiara, Indra saw in the crowd passing by. The figure of the woman he had met for almost three months. Of course, look at his face already lazy.

"Ratih's Nap in the Mall? Same with the kids again?" muttered Indra astonished, because all he knew, Ratih was poor and did not work, plus he did not give Ratih money until now. It is impossible to come to the mall.

"Why?" Tia who was surprised by her future husband was nudging Indra's arm. Then look in the same direction.

"That's not Ratih, Indra's wife?"

"Ex, don't be so hard. Embarrassed if anyone heard Mas had a former kayak like that." snorted Indra with his face in the bend.

Tiara giggled instead, "Yes, where did you go yesterday?"

"No idea, Ti. Wonderful mas used to be able to like and marry the same Ratih."

"Sana mas, her ex samperin."

"Ogah, go yuk, come here again. Cawing. Mas males." invite Indra hurry up from his seat pull Tiara's arm to wake up.

"That's his son mas loh." Tia seduced while mentowel Indra's beard.

"Let's ajalah, ntar can make again the same as you" said Indra with a smile and his lecherous glare.

"Iihh. mas Indra, patient dong, you still have to wait for the official divorce first."

"Hehheh... I can't wait, Tia."

Indra glanced, looking again at Ratih and Altaf who entered the mall, however, Indra was also a little curious. Why is Ratih in the Mall.

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Today Ratih plans to take his family to the Mall just to please himself and his family. I want to buy clothes and other things.

"Are we sure we're going to the Mall?"

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Ratih confident while tidying Altaf's clothes.

"Do you have money?"

"Have it, you don't worry Lang."

"Really mbak? In the mall expensive."

"Look down Lang. Your mother has a lot of money." Said Ratih trying to convince Gilang his sister.

"Happy, not ready yet?" Ratih's voice was a little loud so that his mother who was preparing in the room heard.

"No need to go to Mall Tih, to a cheap market. I'm more comfortable there." Sahut mother Rohmah with robe toska and hijab with matching vana emerged from her kamaar.

"No papa buk, never to the Mall. Nyenengin Altaf also let you play games and take a ball bath." Kekeh Ratih pinched Altaf."Come on, if you're ready for the online taxi is already in front of it."

After all, get into an online taxi car and take them to a Mall that is quite famous. They got down and walked into the mall. In the distance, Ratih accidentally saw the back of her future ex-husband Indra with a woman.

Some were rustling, but not the wind. Ratih hapal is the body of her future ex-husband. Even though you know betrayed, still this heart hurts even though you have tried hard and forgotten.

Ratih and his family entered one store into another. Buy some stuff and food. Not to forget Ratih brought Altaf to the playground. While waiting for Altaf accompanied by Gilang, Ratih was about to take a phone from the bag.

"Okay, what exactly are you doing?" Ask Ma Rohmah curious."I see you're just staying at home.

Receive with a smile.

"You're not using a prank, are you?" Ask Ms. Rohmah again carefully."Don't be weird Tih, remember the sin."

"So, where did you get this kind of money?" Ask Rohmah's mother again to look at all her grocery bags.

Train a small smile. "Practice work online buk. Ratih wrote that story, kept on paying. Got the money."

"It's easy to do that."

"Hehe... Not as easy as it looks. Because there's a lot to think about and arrange to be directed."

"But cooking can get this much?"

"Yes buk, um. I don't believe it." Said Ratih understood what his mother felt. Ratih took his gajet. Then open up a web writing platform online.

"Look at the buk." Ratih showed me the nominal he got from writing there. Netra Bu Rohmah widened.

"It's a lot of training." Said Ms. Rohmah staring at the child and the screen in hp Ratih alternately.

"Yes, buk. I just can't believe I have this much income." Reveal the coach again."Pray in ya buk so that the income of this Train is smooth and blessed."

"Yes son, I always pray for you." Madam Rohmah hugged her son."I'm glad that you're successful, anyway,"

Ratih reviewed the sincere smile rubbing the mother's back.

"Trainer, you have money. Try your treatment let me kinclong. I hurt when I heard your husband used to humble you to make you ugly and smell the onion again. Show me that you can be beautiful and fragrant."

"Yes buk, Train also again the treatment of koke use lotion and whitening cream."

"Trainer!"

The voice of a call from a woman made Ratih and Bu Rohmah turn their heads.

"Yes... Ye... Who yeah? How did I forget a little?" Train tried to remember.

"I'm Masda, tih. Remember?" Said the beautiful woman with the fashionable body.

"Masda?" Ratih tried to remember again, "my memory is Masda only Masda Rahayu who was in Junior High School."

"Yes right! I'm Masda that one."

"Oh my goodness, you are so beautiful..." Praise Ratih to greet a woman named Masda friend during Junior High. Masda turned to greet Ms. Rohmah.

"I reached pangling loh Mas." Reveal Ratih still dumbfounded."you're so beautiful and white."

"Love," kekeh Masda.

Then flow the stories of their Junior High, nostalgic and mutually vent their respective lives.

"I asked for your number anyway, let's make the communication easy." Masda Pinta.

After taking notes and exchanging numbers Masda also paid. Shortly after, Ratih and the family returned home.

"Tih, try to ask Masda, what kind of treatment is he using? She can be pretty and white." Said Bu Rohmah approaching Ratih who was busy typing on his phone.

"Eh, how's buk? Ask Masda's treatment?"

"Yes, you know you're a good fit too. Ask me, no papa."

Following the advice of the mother, Ratih also ventured to send a short message to Masda and asked about the care that Masda did until it could turn beautiful.

["Tih, try to use the product Masa, suitable and safe really."]

The rest, Masda explained about the products of this time. After a long consultation, Ratih decided to use the same product with Masda who happened to be a distributor.

["Train, if for example you are interested, would not be a reseller? Fortunately, it is good."]

Seriate...