Almira's Regret

Occurrence at the place of eating

Fahmi drops the body next to his nursing wife. Mira turned to greet her husband who had just returned home. But there is something that makes Mira want to laugh is her sumi mendusel on her feet exactly the cat that wants to elus. Then get up and massage Mira's legs.

So good that Mira closed her eyes.

"Eh was left asleep. Darling ....?

"Hmm." Mira didn't really sleep. Never thought she would occasionally prank her husband.

"I just went to sleep, I just got home. Love ...."

Mira was still ignorant but she could not help but laugh. "I was getting bullied." Fahmi tickled his wife.

After playing around Fahmi takes a bath and Mira prepares her clothes. Mira also brought food for her husband. I heard my husband's stomach drum.

"There is no need to bother, dear. Later I can take it myself," said Fahmi who was neatly wearing clothes provided by Mira. Husband is always good looking in the eyes of his wife.

"His husband's stomach rang I wasn't attentive. Shame that you've always spoiled me when I'm rare."

"If we eat together. Oh, kids, where do I see them?"

"Taken the streets equally papa. Papa said pity during school holidays only at home. I wanted a phone but your phone wasn't active." Coincidentally, Ardit also participated and was allowed to go home by the cottage.

"Oh yeah, my God, I forgot they were going for a walk. But how about I take a lot of time off."

"No papa, there is papa. At least they feel the way. This is at the meal first."

Mira accompanies her husband to breakfast because Fahmi has just returned from the night picket. Mira who had breakfast first must return to eating as a form of appreciating bribes from her husband.

"Mas I'm not strong anymore. Satisfied already full," refused the bribe that was returned by the husband.

"It's just me, man,"

They spent most of the day in their room. Mumpung children do not exist so Fahmi is free to control his wife and will not be disturbed.

Fahmi lay his head on his wife's lap. She was very happy when her hair was played by Mira. Dielus and in a swab of affection.

"Sir."

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy you're not marrying me?"

"Why emang. If I say I'm not happy what I want. Want to divorce me?"

"That's never gonna happen. I want you forever but I'm afraid you're not happy. You never asked for this or that. You never protest much the same thing. You never said love to me either. I keep thinking that."

"What service do I show less?"

"Not less, but I'm afraid you're forced. I'm so afraid you're tormented by this marriage. I was too pushy before."

Mira leaned over and landed a kiss on her husband's forehead and lips.

"Boy," kekeh Fahmi.

"Kan dunya wants that."

Fahmi got up and sat down to face his wife. Stretched out his hand asking his wife to go into the arms.

"Tell me what you want from me!" Next to the hand is used to stroke Mira's hair and the other side remains clenched.

Mira looked at the face of the husband so closely and smiled. "I want you" said Mira shyly.

"I'm glad Mira's expressive."

"Don't stare like that. I'm ashamed." Mira uses both hands to cover up the embarrassment and is removed by her husband.

The next scene was certainly a fun one. A few minutes they passed with a joint struggle to reach the top. The sofa of the room bears witness to their struggle.

"Walk yuk," asked Fahmi when they had both cleaned themselves and returned to wearing clothes.

"Where? If the kids come home and we don't have anything?"

"There's Santi there's Adelia too. Come on, you please yourself sometimes."

By bringing Syifa, Mira was invited to a spa, salon and beauty clinic. Fahmi patiently looks after Syifa to please his wife. When fussy he will cradle and give milk that has been prepared by his wife.

Some visitors who saw Fahmi whispered to each other. He said hot daddy.

"Beautiful," praised Fahmi when his wife just got out of the treatment. "So do it again" whispered Fahmi.

Mira's reflexes propelled her husband's body. "Don't be weird this is a public place."

After the three places, Mira invited to his paradise gamis. There she is free to choose the clothes that Mira wants.

"Take what you want and don't look at the price." Wow who wouldn't want to have a husband like Fahmi. But Mira only took three he said he loved the money if it was too wasteful.

"Wouldn't you take another?" Fahmi still offers.

"Again enough. There are also many things you buy at home, but I have not used them yet. Poor thing won't fit in the closet."

"It turns out to be a joke, too," Fahmi said as he rubbed his wife's cheek.

They came home after Ashar because Fahmi had to get ready to go back to the hospital. They also stopped by the place to eat. Take a comfortable and friendly seat for a baby as small as Syifa.

However as they entered, some people stared at them with sinister gazes.

"The couple got married and got pregnant first" said one of them as Mira and Fahmi walked past their table.

"Yes the charm of the handsome doctor and the pious is just a mere mask." the others spoke.

Fahmi paid no heed, after all what they said was not true. "Don't be ignored, because we know what we're going through" whispered Fahmi as he clasped the wife's hand.

"No need to pretend, Doctor Fahmi. We also know how you must have heard our words." One stood up and spoke loudly. Some visitors feel disturbed and curious. Ordinary commotion was indeed considered entertainment by some people.

Fahmi turned around and approached the woman. "You talking to me?" Fahmy pointed to himself.

"Who else is. You are a doctor. The doctor who hides behind so alim and so is kind but depraved as well" said the woman fearlessly because she felt her speech and actions were most correct.

Fahmi smiled and did not respond anymore. It's hard to talk to the person who feels right.

"Go means justify my words."

"Then what should I do? Listen to what you believe is right. Though I'm the one who goes through and I don't justify your words."

"Why did you marry that woman?" The woman pointed at Mira.

"Surely because I want him. If I marry you, I want you."

"Mas already. We're here to eat." Mira reminded. Fear of her husband being emotionally ignited and destroying the good image that has been built. "I'm sorry, my husband is not who I said he was. If you look at it that way we don't forbid. We can't force you to follow our minds either."

Mira walked away leaving those who were whispering back. Curious if it does not interfere with the affairs of others especially the class of Fahmi who is handsome and like idolized by some people.