The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 128 Sah is not a series

Dani POV

It's been a few weeks that my sister has been living in her new home, this time like there's a strong urge to visit her for some reason? I felt like something was happening to her but she didn't want to tell me. Every day he just asks me how I am or have I eaten?

After I left, I felt lonely at home alone, no one else prepared food or drinks for me while talking jokes to me like my sister. Fiuuuh.

My wife Nuri, I deliberately asked to stay at her parents' house on the grounds of old pregnancy fear of anything happening at home while I work while at home there is no one. Reason that makes sense and proper in my opinion rather than having to ramble explains the rules of people who get married because of pregnancy first. Honestly it must be but when it comes to my wife's family I doubt they will accept or even underestimate religious sharia, it seems that I will be very confusing arguing with them.

The consequence of my decision was that they had more opportunities to wander off asking for more monthly money than usual. I once told Nuri to slightly understand my situation which still has debt installments but what he said "It is your duty to give money to my parents because they are also your parents right now" I argue "Yes but please understand a little I can give but as much as I can." and it turns out free my wife does not listen to me even now more often ask for money for various reasons.

Just thought the guy sent a message

"When are you here?"

"How many days?"

"I miss."

The reason is I don't think I know. He doesn't miss me but my money. Find a reasonable reason even though I have to lie, I know lying is a sin but I am depressed to be constantly bullied like this. I'm tired, I'm tired of body soul. This is probably one of the reasons people lie.

"I'm still busy!" it also seems like I'm getting used to lying now to save myself. My position is now the most important thing to find security for yourself in the matter of sin is a priority to so many. There are feelings of guilt and sin, but is there any other way than lying? I don't think. Forgive your sinful servant, O God.....

I remember my late father never taught me to lie and although I made a mistake they tried to be patient maybe this was the reason that I did not lie to them for fear of being scolded. It is true that people who are constantly pressured eventually choose to lie in order to protect themselves, I feel for myself.

Well I hope there will be a day when I don't keep getting stuck with the same problem, I don't want this to go on. I would be a father of two very inappropriate children if I had a lying attitude that should be a role model for my little family later. I'm afraid in my heart that my children will be as rich liars as I am now. I realize I'm like a pe****** that ran away from trouble.

"Assalamualaikum.." I dyed at the front door immediately smelled a savory aroma of cooking. It is certain that he is now cooking so as not to hear my greetings.

"Assalamualaikum.." again in a loud voice and a greeting from behind.

"Waalaikumsalam..kakaaaak.." he cried with surprise at my sudden arrival and then smiled widely as he approached.

"O Allah...How are you?" a warm and vibrant welcome from him after almost a month of his move. It turns out this is what it feels like when living apart, it will be special when you meet because you miss each other. Unlike if one house, seeing something that is not pleasant immediately upset continues to lash.

"Well, I'm good." she pouted while researching my appearance from top to bottom.

"Well what..thin body, kuyu face, not excited...Is this what is a good name?" forehead wrinkling.

"Where's the handsome face so gini burik?" her scolding insulted my appearance and I just grinned, not taking her seriously because I knew she was messing around. My sister still can't be lied to.

"Sit down!" the door, I obey.

"What do you want to drink?" I remember the welcome in-law when I visited my wife's child, Boro-boro was warmly welcomed or offered my wife's drink directly in the arm and asked for a shopping ration. I don't think I'm tired of work either. Fate....

Take a deep breath, it's my fault too, lusting defeats my common sense. Like a cat who was treated to a salty fish playing teram only now I am bearing the results of my actions, married a matre woman. True said my sister chose a partner who must have faith to live more orderly do not want to go on the road continue to take home.

"It's still my sister's favorite drink." Maybe because she saw me daydreaming so she answered her own question, I just nodded with a faint smile. He went straight back to the back.

This house feels different from the house I live in as if more alive may be the carrier of the inhabitants.

"I'm in." I yelled in. It used to be fitting here when I moved I did not really understand the ins and outs of this house and there was no time to look to the back of the house because Nuri kept calling asking me to meet him,end of the day asking for money.

"Yes, just go in!" his reply screamed maybe thinking I was still ahead. The distance from the living room to the kitchen was quite far about nine meters past the three rooms so he originally shouted for me to hear.

In the kitchen, he was cooking too. I wonder where my mom is???

"Where are you going?" my many.

He realized that I was laughing at him and looked at me intently with dislike. I raised both hands......

"I'm sorry.." and he's back busy with his activities.

"This is the black coffee!" he kept the dining table immediately smelled the thick aroma of coffee. I who was still standing at the kitchen door while looking at the side of the house hurriedly approached his cup of coffee. He is indeed good at making coffee taste different from the hands of other rich people there is typical. Actually not only good at making coffee, but also cooking. Work also ah complete package he mah.

"Emak usually doesn't come home last night." he muttered anxiously and then shook his head. He returned to his cooking activities.

Sipping his homemade coffee slowly goes into the esophagus, really...which other treats do you deny? Maybe this old effect does not feel the results of his hands, amazingly delicious.

"We ate together yah." while he kept his cooking in front of me. How could I be so lucky? He cooked my favorite meat.

"Cock can be this coincidence.this is my favorite." my eyes immediately sparkled with full spirit, he just smiled.

"The inner blessing may be." he answered. Without ba bi bu I went to the sink to wash my hands, looked for the existence of a dish rack and took two dishes one for me and one for him. I want to eat with my hands so I don't take a spoon.

"I ate first!" waiting for him to clean the stove and cookware will be long so I asked for permission to eat first, also I happen to be hungry.

"Yes." That's the answer, there was a sound of water rustling that he was washing dirty utensils.

In an instant I had already finished my dinner right with the greetings from two people simultaneously.

"Waalaikum salam.." We replied in unison.

"That must be Yahya's mother and mas." he said happily straight ahead. It was heard that she invited her future husband to eat together and told me about my arrival in the kitchen.

"How are you doing Dani?" he shook my hand.

"I'm good." I happen to meet here all I want to repay my debt, so there is money before being searched again as Nuri continues to be caught saving money for himself. Actually not saving for myself my intention to save for natural expenses. Bela-belain work overtime so that I can be added dear to help, I set aside to be entrusted to him but it turns out he did not think of his prospective children who will be born to meet his own needs.

"Alhamdulillah." Yahya replied briefly.

My mom looked at me concerned. Apparently my condition was read by both of them.

Mita makes milk coffee for Yahya and hot tea for the mother which is served immediately after so.

When the three of them ate I continued sipping the rest of my black coffee then I realized something....

"Where are they saying someone's staying here?" my sister was shocked and almost choked and drank some water and took a breath. I suspect something.

"Ekheeeem. I sighed and lazily discussed the mending directly related shoot....

"When are you married?" all I see is Yahya, I forgot to wait for him to finish eating but what can I do.

"God willingly..stay waiting for preparation." relieved but I need to reaffirm.

"I don't want to feel sorry for my sister at home without a boy for fear of something happening." My brother's safety is very important to me.

"Sorry brother..normally there is a nginep here, indeed today can not be because his sister Irham want his brother and father at home while Mr. Bowo has guests from his wife's family." mita was clearly guilty. He seemed to understand my worries.

"But mas..we married her simply." I replied with a nod.

"No, pa pa, the original is not a series."