Charm Wife Titipan

63. Miss Mother

Mr. Malik who is currently taking care of two companies at once already feels exhausted himself. For one month he had to squeeze his head to maintain success in two companies at once. Already dizzy with the affairs of the office, he had to be made more dizzy with the nagging of his wife who always fussed about the same thing.

"Where? He said Shaka would go home a long time ago, until now he didn't come home, Pa. Papa doesn't know Shaka. He's a stubborn man."

"Why keep on turning Papa on, anyway? It all started with my own mother. Why did Mama pay the guy whose mouth lemes so. Once again Mama nagged this problem continues, Papa went ajalah from home. Udah know the husband dizzy cooperation, instead of being served properly even can nagging continue," muttered Mr. Malik left his wife.

"Don't blame Mama dong, Papa was wrong. Why doesn't Papa let Shaka take care of the company? Mama was worried about what she was eating and how she was living. I gave birth, you made her miserable."

Mr. Malik did not pique his wife's tantrums, he chose to continue to step towards the room. It feels like his blood pressure always goes up when talking to his wife. It all started with his own actions, even he was blamed. That's what's on Mr. Malik's mind.

Ms. Marissa, who does not know where Shaka lives and how she is now, decided that afternoon to ask her husband's men to find out where the child is.

Meanwhile, what was feared by his mother was currently splitting the city streets that were never deserted by vehicles. It was late in the evening, but Shaka was still in the middle of the road to take his passengers.

Yes, it's the fifth day Shaka became an online taxi driver. That's the only job Shaka can do, because it's only the company that accepts Shaka as an employee.

It doesn't matter for Shaka to be any worker. Most importantly he can earn money in a halal way. Shaka who chases money for the needs of Nimas gives birth to make himself work until night. Savings that are getting thinner are also a reason for him to work harder.

As usual, he will go home when the clock has shown the number nine nights. The lights were always on when he parked the car in the narrow garage. There was always his wife waiting in the living room with a snack filling her mouth.

"Have you been full yet? I'll add it if not." Shaka sat next to his wife and gave her a sweet and egg on her lap.

Nimas's eyes instantly sparkled. Looking at the pile of two medium-sized cardboard boxes on his lap. Not thinking twice, he took a box and ate it.

Shaka shook his head as Nimas thrust out the box in his hand. Seeing Nimas eating himself was full first. His wife had not stopped chewing since her stomach had grown.

Shaka waited for his wife to eat until he felt tired of chewing. That's what he did every night in the last five days. Shaka had forbidden him to wait for him to come home, but not Nimas if he did not want to.

"Fat account, Mas. I'll just keep going tomorrow. You hungry aren't you? I'm masakin what?" The same question he asks every day.

"No, go to sleep. It's bad, it's not good for most of you to stay up."

Nimas stood with great difficulty. As in pregnant women generally, they will certainly have trouble doing anything because of obstructed stomach. Even walking felt so good to Nimas.

For some reason, Shaka suddenly remembered his mother. He thought in his heart that his mother must have also felt what Nimas felt now. It must be difficult to do any activity, even in his sleep alone must be a position however does not make him comfortable.

Shaka lay down on his back, staring at the ceiling of his room which suddenly made him feel homesick with his mother. Want cruel and as evil as his mother against the wife, mother is still a mother who will forever never be able to replace her affection.

A moment later, Shaka shook his head weakly. Every time his heart and feelings say he wants to meet his mother, in that very second his logic takes over all those feelings. It is a retelling of how his mother treated his wife so outrageously and inhumanely. That's what makes it so far suppresses longing and the desire to meet.

"You haven't slept?" shaka asked as he turned to his wife.

"Think what, Mom?" Instead of answering her husband's questions, Nimas throws the question.

Shaka just breathed a rough breath. Having a sensitive wife like Nimas is very sensitive to him. If he lied, his wife would know. If he was honest, he was afraid that it would make Nimas feel bad. Shaka is worried that Nimas will think that this is all because of him.

"No, Deck. I didn't think anything. Why don't you sleep?"

"Not good for sleep, it feels tight. Don't you miss Mama?" As if she was feeling the hardness of her husband's heart, Nimas asked what the husband was thinking. This makes Shaka even more surprised by the inner bond they have.

"Why are you suddenly doing that?"

"No idea, Mom. I feel like I have a burden, if our relationship is like this. Moreover, soon I will give birth, I fear there will be obstacles, because my husband until now was angry with his mother."

"Don't think a no-no, Deck. Not that I intended to be an ungodly child, but what Mama did was not something that could be forgiven just like that. I am not angry with my mom. I was just teaching him a lesson. Yes, the effect is insolent, but what else? If Mama is not cleared, Mama will continue to be wrong, Mama will continue to do evil. I don't want Mama to, deck. Pray well, don't think so, no good."

"Yes, Mas. Hopefully everything goes as smoothly as we want. Can I have something, Mom?"

"Say!"

"I want to give birth later accompanied by Mom and Dad too. I want them here to accompany me even from outside the room and you should be indoors. I don't want to be alone, the question is that I have the right to give birth not accompanied by anyone. So she's in the room alone, same nurse, and doctor. I don't want to like that. Don't know why I've been thinking about that lately."

"Yes, I'll pick them up if the estimated day of your birth is over, yes."