Sharing Love: She's My Husband
Extra Chapter . Young mango

Fathi was watching TV it felt like a lonely house without Kayla. Kayla was taken by Hasbi to Jakarta.

Fathi seems to want rujak. He called the Sultan. But the Sultan didn't pick him up maybe he was in a meeting.

Fathi will find his own spirit. He went outside asking for it among the drivers.

The driver runs his car slowly Fathi looks left right he knows he found a fruit tree . Fathi wanted the fruits of his tree straight away.

" STOP SIR !" Fathi yells to make driver suddenly step on brake . Fortunately the road was empty.

" What's wrong, ma'am ?"

" There's mango. Let's get down, sir !" Fathi opened the door and walked out. He went to the house with the mango tree.

" Hah.. How does it go down ? Don't let Mom tell me to climb. I can't climb a tree ." The driver muttered and then came down after Fathi.

" Assalamu'alaikum ." Fathi shouted in front of the fence of the house of the owner of the mango tree.

" Assalamu'alaikum "Fathi repeats it because there is no answer.

" Sorry, what do you want ?" Ask the driver.

" This sir I want to ask the young mango is very good sir ." Fathi gulped his saliva at the mango fruit that looked tantalizing .

But ma'am, let's buy some mangoes later. I called Dad ?" Persuade Mr. Driver.

" Don't call Dad. You are busy, I just called not picked up !" Fathi forbade his driver to call Sultan.

" You wait in the car !" Fathi's Order.

" I'm sorry what's wrong ?" The voice distracted Fathi and Sultan.

" Wow.handsome "Inner Fathi.

" Assalamu'alaikum, I'm sorry Mr. Fathi.would you ask that the young mango may be sir ?" Fathi smiled sweetly for this man to allow her to take the mango.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, oh yes Bu Fathi. May please the mature can also be delicious ma'am. "

" Ah.iya the mature is delicious but now I want the young fresh sir." Fathi.

" Cahaha ..This mother is adorable. Come on in let me tell people to pick their young mangoes. I just wait inside while snacking."

" Oh sir thank you for being so good. By the way, whose name is Father? The time of the guest house doesn't know the name of the host ."

" My name is Anwar Bu. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. That's who ma'am..don't come in ?" Appoint Anwar to driver Fathi.

" Oh yes .that's my driver sir. Mr. here come in.gapain stand out here sit down. !" Shouted Fathi to the driver. " Anwar smiled seeing Fathi screaming was funny.

The driver came in and sat down.

" For a moment, Mom, I'm calling people to make mango sticks. "

" Yes sir ..thank you sorry you are troublesome ."

" Yes ma'am it's okay ." Anwar went inside to call his gardener.

" Mom..wouldn't we call Mr ?"

" Well what?"

" Yes ..fear Mr. Nyari ma'am."

" It's okay he'll call if necessary ."

" This is Mr. Sir please in the drink ." There came an ART who brought drinks and snacks.

" Thank you, Mom."

" Together Mom. Excuse me."

" Yes." Yeah."

Mr. Anwar joined Fathi. They chatted until Fathi did not realize that there was a phone call from her husband because his phone was in silence.

15 Minutes later, the young mangoes are collected in a plastic bag. Fathi's face sparkled.

" Well..Mr. Anwar thank you, I can't wait to eat young mango . Then excuse me to go home, sir. Thank Thank You. "

" Yes, Bu Fathi. If you need mangoes here only, this is also something that is ripe. Bring guys. "

" Whoa.thank you sir excuse me first.let's Mr. Assalamu'alaikum." Fathi carries two plastic bags .

He walked to his car. When he got in the car, he went in and closed the door. He opened the window and opened the drug to Anwar.

" STOP SIR !" Fathi yelled at the driver.

The driver suddenly braked. He already knew his mistress would come down and ask for red guava. He also saw the tree. Fortunately, he was anticipating and slowing down the vehicle.

Fathi came down and headed for the house. A man was reading a newspaper.

" Assalamu'alaikum, sir." The man looked straight at the fence. He saw a beautiful woman in the hijab. Then he approached Fathi.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What's up, huh ? can I help you ?" Said the Man.

" I'm sorry sir, would you like to ask for the red guava ? not much - a lot of just one bag of crackles, huh..?" The man chuckled at Fathi's child-like face.

" May Ma'am.please enter first let me later tell people to pick guava fruit. "

" Thank you sir "

While Fathi was waiting for people to pick guava. The driver's phone sounded.

The driver saw the phone screen with the name of Mr. Sultan. "Don't you call me, what did I say?" He muttered while picking up the phone.

" Hello Assalamu'alaikum sir."

" Wa' alaikumsalam, where's the father now ?" The Sultan's voice sounded resolute.

" I'm the same Mr. Sir." Nervous driver sir.

" Where is ?"

" Mom is looking for fruits sir."

" Which market are you going to?"

" Not to the market sir ."

" Are you guys at the supermarket ?"

" No sir, we're in people's homes ."

" Ha..people's house ? What do you mean ? Whose house ?"

" Eh.anu ..that sir..Miss Fathi is on the road with a red guava tree, you tell me to stop and you come down and ask for the red guava sir."

" What? Why ask for guava with people ? I can buy one container of red guava, no need to ask for the same people !"

" I'm sorry sir maybe Bu Fathi is cravings, if people crave it like weird sir."

" Why aren't your phones on?"

" Anu Pak Mommy was in a conversation with the host, while waiting to be plucked by the bamboo . The phone's not on the go."

" Where are you now ?"

" On the street xxxx near from the house sir."

" Oh..! I'm going there now !" Sultan hung up the phone and rushed to clear the file, then took the bag and got out .

" Dav, I'm going to go first. Maybe I didn't go back to the office. If there's anything call Erik ya."

" Good Mr ." The sultan left.

" Flame she's gone. " Said David.

The Sultan drove his car quickly. He did not stop thinking about his wife's behavior.

about 15 minutes he arrived, incidentally the road is not so jammed, he also drove his car quickly.

He saw the car that Fathi often used.

" That's Fathi right, why he's the same guy with a smile again. Don't see that his stomach's clumping."

Sultan jealous. He's not going out. He would only watch and record Fathi's activities.

" Look at Mah later at home !"

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