Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
74. Saw it directly

Umi Maryam stepped over to Ustad Yunus, who was standing in front of the mosque with several men wearing cocoa clothes. Her intention was to ask, who knows if the man knows where her husband has gone.

"Ustad ...," call Umi Maryam.

"Yes, Mom?" Ustad Yunus turned his head, and made the men turn their heads and smiled at Umi Maryam.

"Did Ustad Jonah see my husband riding a motorcycle? You see, the motorbike is not there," he asked while pointing at where Abi Hamdan's motorbike was.

"Oh, Mr. Ustad Hamand I saw you go, ma'am. Riding the motor is."

"Alone, Tad?"

"Bertiga, same with Robert and Syifa."

"Where was Ustad going, where were they going?" ask Umi again curious.

"No, Mom." Ustad Yunus shook his head.

***

Meanwhile, on the way, they had stopped by for a while to one of the mosques. Reasons to perform Maghrib prayers.

When they finished, they continued their journey.

"Later when it comes, Abi don't talk to Aa if our intentions come because I'm afraid she's cheating, huh?" pinta Syifa shouted a little. Because of worry Abi Hamdan did not hear and happened to be the wind that night was blowing quite strong.

"Why?"

"I don't want Aa to feel uncomfortable, Bi. And think I'm a possessive woman."

"What is possessive?" abi Hamdan asked confusedly.

"Oh, Abi, Abi's possessive years don't know!" Syifa snorted in annoyance.

"Yes Abi did not know. Tell me the number."

"It's like jealousy, Bi. And here I'm just afraid he's cheating, not jealous" Syifa explained.

Nah! He was obviously jealous. Let alone to secretary Joe, to his first wife who had gone missing, Syifa was also jealous. She wanted so badly that she was the only one Joe loved.

'What is cheating, anyway? How did Mommy from earlier discuss Daddy cheating mute?' robert's mind had been confused since. But he chose to be quiet because of course, neither Syifa nor Abi Hamdan— would both respond to him again, as before. They both look panicked.

"But if Jojon really does play with women how, Fa? Did you ask for a divorce?"

"Amit-amit, Bi! Abi, what's that talking about, anyway?" omel Syifa was angry. His emotions had suddenly simmered the level of a god. "Well, would her son be a widow? How come Abi has a heart, anyway?"

"So, not that, Fa. But Abi's not just nanya."

"Nanya can't either. We need to talk carefully, Bi, so that nothing happens."

"Yes, Abi apologized then, Fa," said Abi Hamdan who was still busy driving with full concentration.

But suddenly, his motorcycle felt heavy once he was gas. And soon, Abi Hamdan put the brakes on him. Until it stops on the side of the road.

"Kok stop, Bi?" ask Syifa.

"Try you down first, Fa. Abi wants to check Abi's motor. You see it's heavy to squeeze" said Abi Hamdan.

Syifa said she then went down with Robert who was carried. And look, it turns out the rear tire of the motor was deflated.

"The tyre seems to be leaking, Fa," said Abi Hamdan, who is now crouching while touching the rear tire of his bike. Then he looked to the right and left. Looking for workshops, maybe around them.

"Kok can leak anyway, Bi? How about dong?" Syifa looks so upset. She couldn't wait to meet her husband. And see what he is doing with the secretary.

Abi Hamdan stood up. "Bring to the workshop first. But there's no workshop around here, Fa?"

"Taxi!" syifa shouted when she saw the taxi that had just passed by, and the salty egg blue car stopped nearby.

"Lho, Fa, why are you calling a cab?" abi Hamdan asked in surprise. She clasped her son's right wrist, worried that she would leave him.

"Mending we continue the journey by taking a taxi, Bi, ayok," asked Syifa by pulling a little hand Abi Hamdan.

"How much does the bike go? It's a flat tire, Fa."

"Yes because the tires are deflated, so we take a taxi, Bi. Abi's motor is left alone."

Abi Hamdan was devastated. "Just kid, don't do it, Fa!"

"But a long time later, Bi, we haven't started the workshop yet. Continue to wait for the motor to be serviced, and what time do we arrive? Maybe Aa has done the third round with the woman," annoyed Syifa wants to cry. His eyes are even glazed now.

"Hush! Don't tell me that!" abi Hamdan rubbed Syifa's face. "Say we must speak well, that all may be well. How about, anyway, Fa?"

"Yes, but I'm worried. Now Abi is coming, if you don't want me to be a widow! Come on!" pinta Syifa was a bit pushy, she had also pulled Abi Hamdan's hand to get into the taxi car with her. "Road, Sir!" syifa told the driver, and before long the car drove away.

"If the Yellow one is missing, what about the Fa?" Abi Hamdan turned his head back, watching his abandoned duck motorbike. It does not feel hearty, but on the other hand—dia much less heart to Syifa. If only I had to go with Robert.

"No way, Bi." Syifa rubbed her cheeks, when suddenly her tears flowed.

"Can't be?" Abi Hamdan's forehead looked flinched while staring at his son's astonishment.

"It's impossible. The bike's deflated."

"Can be pushed, Fa."

"Not just say it!" abi Hamdan shouted in disbelief. "Knees are important too, Fa. Than your husband, no motor."

"But Aa's got a car, Bi."

"It just doesn't have a motor. Riding a motorcycle is better, yes, than riding a car."

"What's up, Opa?" asked Robert who had just spoken, after more than an hour he was silent. The boy was now on Syifa's lap.

"Because it's not stuck, it can keep slipping, son. It's a much cooler bike" replied Abi Hamdan proudly, patting his chest.

"Cool?" Robert was confused. Because Abi Hamdan's own motorbike is far from cool. Besides the old model, it is also ugly. And if you can be honest, his butt just now feels numb and tingling the former was piggybacking.

"Yes. Looks more dashing. The proof is that Opa just ride the bike looks mighty, right?"

"Eeemm .. yes, it looks mighty, dashing" replied Robert who seemed forced. Wanting to say no, but it felt afraid that he would hurt Abi Hamdan's feelings.

"Is it a long way off, Rob, Daddy's office?" asked Syifa who looked desperate. It might seem like an exaggeration, but in fact, he was really feeling really scared right now.

"In a moment, Mom." Robert looked at the car window, watching the road. "Sir .. later in the front building stop, yes!" tell the driver.

"Good, Deck." The driver nodded. He just drove a little more until he finally stopped.

The three get out of the car, and Syifa immediately reaches into his pants pocket to take the money. But in fact, both of his left right pockets were empty.

"Fa, what are you looking for?" abi Hamdan asked confusedly looking at his son.

"Money, Bi," replied Syifa. "But I think I forgot to bring money."

"Oh. Tell dong from earlier." Abi Hamdan reached into the pocket of his drawer pants, behind the holster. Then give money of 30 thousand into the hands of the driver. "This, thank you, sir."

"I'm sorry, sir, but less" said the driver.

"Could it be less? It's 10 grand, isn't it?"

"Everything's a total of 150 grand, sir."

"Astaghfirullahallazim." Abi Hamdan was shocked by the taxi fare. "Mighty expensive. I used to ride the most outposts for only 10 grand. And that was 'the deket, '" he protested.

"But this isn't an angkot, sir."

"But we're both cars!" abi Hamdan shouted in annoyance.

"The car is different, sir."

"What difference? Same four wheel. Unless that cab is five tires. New is more expensive!"

"Pay the rest, Bi, I'll change the money later" Syifa said.

"No more, Fa. It's just money in Abi's pocket" replied Abi Hamdan who won honestly. His eyes glared sharply at the taxi driver.

Robert immediately reached into his pocket, he took the remaining 200 thousand of his allowance this morning. Then give into the hands of the taxi driver, so that the fare case is quickly completed. "This, Om. Just make it back to Om."

"Thank you, Deck." The driver smiled, then drove his car away from there.

"Thank you, son," Syifa said with a bad feeling. "Later fit in Mommy's house double change."

"Together, Mom. Come on in, Mom. He said Mommy couldn't wait to see Daddy," Robert asked, pointing to the towering iron gate.

Abi Hamdan and Syifa watched as they stepped together. And the old man immediately clucked in awe, looking at the much taller and bigger building behind that gate.

'The office of the Jojon is very big, yes, it is great that he can work here, ' inner Abi Hamdan who feels proud. 'About ... There are vacancies to be a cleaner, huh? If there is any I want, especially if the salary is big.'

"Good night Deck ... Eehh Bu-Bu Sonya?!" A security guard who was about to open the gate was shocked, when he saw Robert coming with a woman who was so similar to the wife of his boss. And for a moment, the feather stood up.

"Night, Om," replied Robert, then straightened out. Looks like the guy just found out about Syifa. "But this is Mommy Syifa, Robert's new Mommy. Um definitely didn't come when Daddy had a party, huh? The number doesn't know."

The man in black uniform immediately sighed in relief. His fear had instantly vanished now. "Sorry, Dek, Om didn't come. Because it was in the village when Mr. Boss had a party."

"Boss?" Abi Hamdan looked puzzled, hearing the call pinned by the man in front of him. "Kok you call his son-in-law boss?"

"Yes, he's indeed—"

"Sir, quickly open the gate," quickly Syifa. Since then he stood up agitatedly because he wanted to go inside immediately. Want to break through actually, but afraid to be considered impolite. "I want to see my husband soon, I'm afraid he's having an affair, sir!" the door while looking ahead. Right on the tightly closed glass door in the office.

"Sorry, Mom. But Mr. Joe just got home" replied the security guard.

"Mother don't lie! My husband is overtime today!" syifa did not believe it. He also looks angry.

"Yes, Mr. Joe is overtime, ma'am. But just got home."

"Just open the gate, Om. Let my Mommy come in and see it firsthand" Robert said.

The guard nodded, and he quickly opened the gate. "Please."

Syifa immediately ran into the gate, also into the office. Abi Hamdan was in the back running after him.

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...Do you believe Joe has come home, guys?🤣 will there be a world war in the office?🤭...