LAMHA AND MR. EL
Husband's Advice

Mr. El could not close his eyes for a second, not because of his uncomfortable place but because he was impatient to see his wife again. He sat down on the end of the wooden amben. Then open his phone and look at the photos of his wedding with Lamha.

"Sorry El dear, sorry." said Mr. El lirih. He regretted all his stupidity. He eventually fell asleep and woke up to a noise coming from the kitchen. Mr. El looked at the clock in his hand, and it turned out to be half-three in the morning. He tried to check the kitchen and he saw Lamha preparing some cooking utensils and wet cake batter. Lamha was not alone Novi who helped him.

Mr. El continued to observe from a distance, he did not want Lamha to feel disturbed by his presence, but also he felt unbearable when he saw Lamha had to do a lot of work. Especially when Lamha is pregnant young, too risky if until fatigue. Mr. El ventured to approach Lamha and told Lamha to quit her job, she did not want anything bad to happen to her future baby.

"Lamha.." said Mr. El who immediately made Lamha stop his activities that were grating coconuts.

"I don't want to be disturbed, I'm still busy. If you want to talk later after I finish my work." said Lamha coldly.

"Darling, you don't do this. You must not be exhausted." said Mr. El memelas. Lamha did not answer and resumed his activities of grating coconuts.

"Lamha, I said no. Stopit! you can be exhausted and endanger our child candidates." said Mr. El in a raised voice. Lamha smiled cynically.

"Nov, you go back to the room first. Brother wants to talk for a while." said Lamha told his sister Novi to go into his room. After that Lamha looked at the El master with hatred.

"So you came here knowing I was pregnant? that so? but unfortunately this is not your son sir. And one more thing, remember we're divorced, you've fucked me. So there's nothing more to talk about." Lamha stressed.

"We are not divorced, I took my word and the talaq didn't apply because you were pregnant. I'm sorry Lamha, please give me a chance to fix everything." said Mr. El solemnly.

"There is nothing to forgive sir, you have chosen your own path as well as mine. I am comfortable with my life now. So I ask each other to live their lives and do not bother me anymore" Lamha said.

"I know my mistake is so big, but please give me a chance Lamha. Please let me prove that I really want to change" said Mr. El.

"Sorry Mr. El, I reiterate once again. We have no business anymore, not even with this kid. This is my son, I will raise him myself, you don't have to bother because I won't ask for a penny from you" Lamha said.

"I don't care, anyway I don't want to see you working hard like this. Now you're in the room!" tell Mr. El who can not stand Lamha's cold attitude to him.

"I don't want to. And I am under no obligation to comply with your request" Lamha said.

"If I still don't want to?" ask Lamha.

"Prepare to get wrath from Allah, because the pleasure of Allah is on the husband Ridho. Whatever if you still want to continue, do not blame me if your trade is not sold and not blessed" said Mr. El who immediately went from there. Upset that Lamha would not listen to him, if Lamha has not been able to forgive him is not a problem, but Lamha should think about the fate of his future children also do not be selfish by feeling strong. Lamha took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then he asked Novi to continue his work that was already halfway through. He still made the conch, not for sale but to be served to Mr. El and Ron's assistant. He also cooked some side dishes for breakfast.

After everything is finished now Lamha is getting ready for the shabuh prayer. Usually Mr. El will imitate her, but during his stay in the village he prayed alone. Lamha did not refuse if she was very happy that Mr. El came here to see her, but it was not easy to forgive her husband. It was not easy for Lamha to forget everything, she wanted to see her husband's earnestness first because she did not want the same mistake to be repeated, given the nature of Mr. El who was like a scales.

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In the morning when everyone was having breakfast, Lamha chose to lock herself in her room because she did not want to see the face of Mr. El. But secretly Lamha stole the hearing from behind the door of his room which is directly adjacent to the dining room.

"Cobain nak El, this is a conch made by Lamha, who cooks all this also Lamha" said Lamha's mother.

"So Lamha continues her work? he's still going on sale?" asked Mr. El furious.

"Sir, Lamha only makes these conch-goons, and cooks for breakfast. He's off the sale, he's still in the room" Novi explained.

"Well, your brother doesn't sell Nov?" ask Lamha's mother.

"No ma'am." replied Novi.

"Why?" ask Lamha's mother.

"Sister said, in-he was afraid of the husband's advice." replied Novi as it is. And all that succeeded in making Mr. El flowery, he continued to smile, it turned out that Lamha was angry he was still afraid of the husband's advice. That means Lamha still thinks of him as a husband, doesn't it? ah, pleasure!! While Lamha senidiri cursed his sister who could be speechless. In this case, the nose of Lord El can inflate five hundred degrees!

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