ABI'S HUSBAND OF CHOICE

SPAS 13

"How are you, Dad?" Husein stared alternately at his two parents.

"As you can see, Son, Mother is healthy as well as Dad," replied Fatimah representing her husband.

"Why not tell me if you want to go home?"

"Yes, let's be a surprise for you and your wife, son. If we tell you it's no longer a surprise, the name." Fatimah nodded at her son's words.

"How many days are you here with Daddy?"

"So you just call it Sein? We just arrived?" Fatimah did not like her son's words. As if their arrival here interfered with his son's time. His son-in-law was very happy with their presence.

"It's not so Bun, I just asked. How long is Mother here please," replied Husein scratched his nape.

"Maybe a week or maybe even more. Oh yes Mommy wants her, you no longer have anything to do with your lover, right?" Fatimah looked at her son with a look of investigators. Really he did not want if his son was still in touch with women who often entered the club.

Fatimah had seen Sinta enter the nightclub several times. Even Fatimah had also seen the woman drunkenly come out of the club.

"Emm, not really Bun," replied Husein lying. The truth is he will be honest, there he will be in the scribble of the inheritance. He can live as a homeless person in the middle of the road.

"Thank God it was Sein. Remember what Mom and Dad said to you. If it happens get ready---"

"Yes Bun, I understand and still remember the words of Mother and Father at that time. Don't get picked up again." Lazy to hear Fatima's words that made Husein's heart cheer in disbelief.

"The same mother will not sleep in Sein's guest room, but sleep on the second floor right next to your room" Fatimah told her son.

The deg!!!!

Both Husein and Aida's heart were beating rapidly. All of Aida's clothes were in that room. If only Fatima directly to the top ended the history of Husein at this time as well. Those stern eyes looked at Aida who was still sitting on her crossbar. He gave the code to his wife to go to her room and move all her clothes to hers.

"Bun, Dad, Mas, I went upstairs first huh. You see, the room has not been cleaned, because Mother and Father want to use the room tonight." said Aida who understood the look of her husband.

"Let Mommy help Ai," Fatima stood up to follow Aida.

"Don't let Mommy leave me alone. There won't be much to clean, anyway,"

"Well, son," Fatimah sat her body in its original place. Let her daughter-in-law clean the room.

Aida tidied all her clothes into the suitcase immediately. Afraid that at any time his mother-in-law would follow him into the room. Therefore, Aida prefers to put the clothes in the suitcase rather than carrying the clothes several times to Husein's room.

There was no one left immediately Aida entered Husein's room. Her husband's distinctive masculine smell gushed into Aida's sense of smell. Very soothing and soothing, that was what Aida felt.

Satisfied with her husband's distinctive smell, Aida returns to her original room. Replace the sprey with a new one. Not to forget Aida replaced the fragrant in the room so that her in-laws did not suspect if the room was inhabited by her because of the smell typical of Aida.

"It's all done. Is there still here that is still empty to put my clothes on for a while?" Aida looked at her husband. There's no way all of her clothes will be in that suitcase for the next few days. He'll have a little trouble picking it up later.

"In the left corner there's still one empty. You can put those clothes on for a while. I don't want to if one day Mother walks into this room and sees all your clothes in the suitcase. There will be someone who will get angry."

"Yes, I understand." Aida took her suitcase to the closet that Husein had told her about. Compose with but her clothes inside here.

"You should never argue with Mother over my treatment during this same you. Remember if it happens anything I can do to you!" Husein looked at Aida sharply. Husein did not want anything bad to happen to him. Especially when it comes to relationships with Sinta.

"Not you tell me I understand. I would not possibly expose my husband's disgrace to anyone else including my parents or your parents. Aib you are also a disgrace to me, Mas," Aida glanced at her husband. After that, continue the work that is still not finished.

"Good!! You can actually count on." praised Husein.

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"Can we talk to Sein?"

"It can be Well," replied Husein.

The two men of different generations were heading towards the back garden. Choose to sit under a shady tree that has a lounge chair there.

"What did Dad say?" Husein waited long enough because Hamzah did not open his voice.

"Dad knows you don't treat your wife well. I know if you are still in touch with Sinta, a woman who is not included in the dream daughter-in-law of Father and Mother," said Hamzah to make the respiratory tract Husein seemed to stop. Didn't know his father knew of him. But from where? Was it his wife who told Hamzah, the father?

"You don't blame your wife, Sein. I know what's on your mind now. This has nothing to do with your wife Aida. Father and Mother know how your lover behaves out there. Don't make that love to close your eyes to her behavior out there Sein. Father and Mother marry you to Aida for your good. I don't want you getting sucked into sin."

"I'm sorry, Dad but, I love Sinta so much," said the mucus out of Husein's mouth.

"Love? Is that as loving as you are that woman, son?" Now Hamzah glanced at his son.

Husein nodded. "Yes, I love him so much."

"Are you sure she'll be a good wife to you? Are you sure she will be a good mother to your children? Is he capable of educating your children with the science of religion, son?" Hamzah asked Husein that question. Makes her son quite quiet.

Husein's tongue felt faint to answer his father's words. Let alone to teach religion, pray only his lover was never Husein seen. Same with him who prays only when there are two parents.

"Why is Sein quiet? Is it so hard for you to answer my words? I just want what's best for you, son. Don't waste Aida, that kind of girl is hard for you to get later, son. Rarely is a wife who is willing to see her husband holding his lover enter his residence. Did you ever ask how her heart was when you brought your lover to this house of Sein? You know if your actions are the same as yours for zolimizing your wife openly."

TB