Buying Wife

part#16

"Sir, thank you for everything. I feel very lucky. None of this I've ever imagined before. Having a rich husband, handsome and also kind, he is considerate and also gentle. I don't know, whata dream I've been all this time."

"Sleep, it's late."

"Sir."

"Hm."

"Why keep turning my back? if I feel uncomfortable, I can sleep in the bottom room or on the sofa. It seems like the sofa is not less soft. Wide too, I'll fit if I sleep there."

"All right." The son snorted and turned his body. Now they face each other.

"Sir, why are you so good with me? follow what I say. Like a little boy who farts at his mother and–"

"Please take it that way."

"Emm? meaning?"

"That's it. We better get some sleep." The son closed his eyes which were not sleepy. Mahira pressed her mouth a few inches.

"Based on the old man!" Grieved annoyance. It was clearly heard by the Son who was not asleep. I want it to feel like he's chiming in but it'll make the woman chatter longer.

Mahira looked at the ceiling. His mind was staring somewhere. Her lips are always a little. She was really happy to be needed like a queen by her husband.

*****

"Good morning, sir. Go to bed first why is the building the most late?" ledek Mahira as her husband approaches. The son sat on the dining table in a sleepy state. He hasn't even gone to the bathroom to wash his face or brush his teeth.

"This is the tea. Breakfast after that shower."

"Hm."

The son ate the bread he had baked. With a cup of warm sweet tea. Meanwhile, Mahira is busy cleaning the house that lives a little longer because since morning she has been cleaning it.

"Sir, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it."

"Anything."

"How about we just cook some sticky rice."

"Whatever."

"Well, I'll go to the market first to shop."

"I'll drop you."

"no need. I can ride bajay."

"I'm taking it."

"Well, if you force it. Just take me in and help me with my groceries. My body is small, sometimes I like not to carry too much stuff."

"Bettered heart for heart."

"If it could be the same lungs, too, sir."

"Geez!"

Mahira cengennesan's. After you finish washing clothes and cleaning the house. Mahira went upstairs. He took a shower and changed his clothes. His head was looking for the Son. After making sure there was nothing in the room, Mahira freely took off the towel and got dressed.

She wears a blue dress with beautiful flowers. She also wears necklaces and bracelets. Then he walked up to pick up the flip flops in the closet.

"Sandals flops alone on display here. You're weird!"

"You should know the price first."

"Astagfirefull!" Mahira screamed in surprise. "Thank you. Since when was my father there?"

"Since you took off the towel."

"W-what? it's so disrespectful! peek yaa. His eyes are stingy later."

"Mumbazir if you leave it alone."

"Geez! not that time either, sir. If you want to stay to say, do not rich cat-garong pantyhose, so there is a direct opportunity hap!"

The son was wrong. That woman always managed to make him flutter.

"Yes, I want to."

"I'm very nice, sir. We will go to the market first. Cook, keep eating. Let there be energy too." he said innocently.

"Sin does not obey the wishes of the husband."

Mahira fell silent. She was looking after her husband. Then she walked towards the middle, taking off the bag and jewelry she was already wearing.

"Why removable?"

"Said. I had to wear all of this. It's hard to know, sir. Yes I took everything off. My clothes are also loose, or want a freelance father?"

"Astagfirullah. You're innocent what's plain anyway?"

"Loh, why? I'm just asking. I will be wrong later. What if I asked like that? wrong, sir?"

"Not wrong, it's just that I feel ...."

"Yes, how is this? Do you want to take off my shirt or do I take it off myself?"

"You're abstaining from me?"

"Bu-not that I mean, sir ...." Mahira did not continue his words when he saw the face of the Son. The son accidentally put a fierce face and looked like a lion who was about to pounce on a fawn. Slowly Mahira took a few steps back.

"P-sir, don't do this. I didn't mean to challenge you. Wait, don't be like this. I'm scared." Mahira was really scared. He retreated further.

"What do you want to see me like?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry. I don't mean to challenge Father. I just ...."

The son pulled Mahira's hand rough. The little body fell into the arms of the Son. Mahira's face looked up, glaring at the Son. While the Son still looked at him sharply. The breath of Mahira hunts.

Mahira did not continue her words. The son covered the mouth of the bringel with his mouth.

Events to the market they planned were delayed. The son would rather have him explore his wife's body than explore a market he found stinky and unpleasant.

Mahira sleeping. He looks so exhausted. Recalling the events of that time, Putra opened the blanket and examined Mahira's body. He was afraid his wife was bleeding again.

"Good thing this time he's fine."

The son stretched his body before he caught up with Mahira who was fast asleep.

*****

"Sir. Wake." Mahira whispered in the Son's ear. However, the man was unmoving.

Mahira approached and looked at her husband. Her hair that she had not had time to dry, hit the cheek of the Son. The water trickled down and it made the Son wake up.

The eyes of Mahira and Putra meet each other in close proximity. For a moment, the Son lost his heart function.

Mahira too. His chest again felt sore and tight. He squeezed his chest and then immediately stood up.

"I'll go to the kitchen first. We eat what's there."

"We order. You must be tired."

"alright. I'm downstairs if you need anything."

Mahira ran away a little from her room.

The son is still sitting on the bed. Gathering awareness. He closed his eyes. It seemed that he was beginning to doubt the feeling he was feeling at the moment.

"Are I really just doing something? or ... arghhh!" The son scratched the rough of his head which was not itchy. He took off his blanket and forgot that his body was not wearing any clothes. Just like that, Mahira went into the room.

The woman screamed in shock. With lightning fast he ran back down the stairs. The son just silently nodded.

The two of them especially Mahira felt awkward when dealing with Putra. He misbehaved every time he got close to the Son. Even when the food that the Son ordered came.

"Sir, here's the food coming. All six thousand dollars."

"What's? you're not wrong?" The boy reading the newspaper gasped.

"The courier said so."

The son was unsure of what Mahira was saying. He walked to the front door to meet his courier.

"How much in total, Mom?"

"The total is six hundred thousand rupiahs, sir."

"I paid cash, yeah. It's."

"Thank you, sir."

"Together."

The courier came home and the Son went back inside followed by Mahira who had been holding a bag of food.

"Pick up plates and spoons for us to eat."

"Yes, sir."

Mahira passed by and soon he came to bring the plate at the request of the Son.

Mahira took the food bag and opened it one by one. His hands look groggy. He even spilled his unsaturated meal on the plate. Spill on the table.

"What's wrong? why are you groggy?"

"Eitherway. I have been wrong since. Every time I get close to my father, I get embarrassed and groggy. I feel confused as to how. My heart also seems to be starting to weaken. Why me, sir?"

"What's because I saw me take off the blanket?"

"Huh." huh." Mahira laughed loudly, then weakened. "One of them, I'm ashamed of myself. He he - he."

"Why embarrassed? you've seen it clearly. Later too."

"The atmosphere is different, sir. Which I'm sure I don't realize."

"Unconscious? why?"

"Yaaa .. why yes, can not be explained in detail anyway, but I seem to forget all the same. Nothing but a touch of Mr. Sam–"

"Udah, no. Let's go eat. Sit down."

"Don't you want to hear my reasons?"

"I'm hungry."

"Oh, okay. We better eat first

We continue after eating."

"Ohuk!"

"Mother why?" Mahira took a glass of water and gave it to the Son.

"Be careful when you eat. Choking right? Good thing no longer eat salak, the danger if salak seeds are swallowed."

"Uhuk! salak seeds are delicious. Many sell during Ramadan."

"Masa? what are salak seeds for, sir? who's on sale."

"Make it turn into a compote."

"What?" Screeching Mahira, her eyes opened perfectly as if she was about to leap away from her place.

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