Between Me and My Husband

Worrying about things that haven't happened

I looked in the room I locked from the inside. I let Mas Dipta out there banging on this door while several times saying persuasion words so that I open the door for him.

I do this because I'm stuck, disappointed, and angry. Though I do not know the talk of Mbok Pur that Delia conceives a child from Mas Dipta is true or not. I am a normal human being, so it is natural for me that I am angry and disappointed when I hear the news that my husband will have a child from another woman even though the news is still not valid.

Though I believe that Mas Dipta already wants to have children. It was proven several times that he talked to me about children. Now she wants to have children, even if it's not from me. Hix...

I cried alone in the room, I covered my whole body. No matter what outside asks to open the door.

Tetiba gedoran became silent and the voice of Mas Dipta who was screaming was not heard. Is he tired of persuading and seducing me? So he decided to just go, see his son who is still in Delia's stomach maybe?

Does he really not care about me anymore? What if I am so sad and disappointed, I am narrow-minded and act like a no-one? Ish.. how outrageous is this Mas Dipta!

I decided to move and open the door. But the blanket I'm wearing has been blurred first. I was shocked, when Mas Dipta was already standing by the bed.

I forgot, if the room I'm using is the room. Of course he has a spare key.

"Can't you cry with that explanation from me?" Tanya Mas Dipta sat on the bedside. I scowl, wipe my tears everywhere.

I then lowered my legs, sitting next to Mas Dipta.

"Are you happy to have a baby?" I asked while shrinking my nose.

"So you believe that's my son?" Mas Dipta even turned his back.

"Yes don't know.but earlier Mas Dipta preferred Mbok Pur than me, it's not disputed what he said the same Mbok Pur." I answered while making fun of it.

Mas Dipta sighed, his outstretched hand rubbed my head and continued down my back.

"I've considered Mbok Pur like my own mother..."

"I'm like my own mother. So I think I'm your barrier." Cut me fast, Mas Dipta even so gawk at my words.

"Astaghfirullah is wrong again. Not what I mean, Mbok Pur has been working at home for a long time. From when I was a kid, so I thought of her like my mom. I imagine that the moody one was Mama, is it possible that I let it be like that?" Terang Mas Dipta's.

It makes sense, but I'm his wife. Mbok yes after that I was calmed, given sweet words so that I did not sulk and su'udzon.

"So actually Delia is pregnant with her son Mas Dipta isn't it?"

"I'll answer to keep you calm, it's not my son. But of course this can't be solved with my answer. There's a family that needs to be explained to make them believe, let alone Delia keeping it cool answering that's my son."

"What about the people who have been close to Delia? Or how was he doing abroad? Is there any chance of them doing it?" My detective soul immediately appears gaes.. have you ever seen the drakor 'Mouse' gaes? Think of me as Go Mu-chi now, don't think of me as Jung Ba Reum ya gaes, even though he's the main character but he's psycopath.

"I wasn't sure as long as she was here, even though Delia seemed cheerful and well-come to everyone. But he's actually an introvert and has no close friends."

"So it's most likely to be abroad. Is there anyone there that Delia knows? Who's she been there with, was she alone?"

"There was Om and my aunt there, but over there Delia lived in her own apartment."

"Yes, it's possible.."

Mas Dipta's answer made all the souls of my detectives who had smoldering. So, do you know the truth only Delia and God? Duh Gustiii.. kok ya ruwet really huh?

"So, what if later Mas Dipta was forced to ask for responsibility? Is Mas Dipta going to leave me?" I asked already with eyes that returned glazed. I'm gembeng gaes...

"Gosh, you're worried about what hasn't happened. Some time' yes I recite if I asked for responsibility. Surely I'd rather take responsibility for my wife who is obviously pregnant with my son."

I snorted, and almost choked on my own saliva. This is Mas Dipta again halu or how the hell?

"Mas.. Mas Dipta's wife who is pregnant again? I'm just Mas Dipta's wife?"

Mas Dipta laughed and pinched my nose.

"So cute ih gemesin really, so want to bite you deh. Yes my only wife dong, one is not finished, even more dear." Mas Dipta answered me from the side, and whispered something to me.

"It feels different, many times more delicious dear." His whisper was right in front of my ear. I was so excited to hear it.

"Yep, in the pasture again. I think I'll know later, you're really pregnant what not." Mas Dipta is full of modes.

Jiaah.in thought I believed knowing someone's pregnancy could be like that. Basis Mas Dipta aja whose head is full of perverted things.

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That night Mas Dipta received a call from Papa. The point is Papa and Mama ask the same thing as me, and must be Mas Dipta answered the same thing that was given to me.

As Mas Dipta said, that it is not easy to make all families believe what Mas Dipta said. Especially Mama, she between believe and not. Maybe because the kasian saw the condition of his adopted child.

And for a moment the phone suddenly disconnected after a noise was heard across the phone. There was even a scream.

Me and Mas Dipta just looked at each other and gawked, wondering what was going on there.

Mas Dipta then rushed towards the closet, picked up any clothes from inside there and put them on quickly. Yesterday Mas Dipta was not wearing clothes, because we were ready to sleep.

"Nia, I'll be there for a second. You sleep first, no need to wait for me." Say Mas Dipta while grabbing the car keys.

"uh? But Mas.. I want to come along.." My voice whines so much, let him not bear me.

Mas Dipta paused for a moment from his hunting. He sighed softly, and looked at me from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. At that time I was wearing training pants and plain white spandex clothes.

She finally took her jacket from the closet, then painstakingly dressed it to me. The front of him retsletting it to cover my neck, not enough to get there hood jacket he closed to my head.

"It's safe, come on! night wind is not good for pregnant women."

Wiss.. Now your Mas, the important sing I'm coming.