Don't Blame Me for Seizing Your Husband

11. JSAMS

"Ciye... Glad that again masakin lunch for Mr. Doctor," teased Amanda one of Nasya's friends besides Noni.

Nasya glanced at Amanda and then returned to serve her dishes to the lunch box. "Done."

Amanda chuckles at Nasha's behavior. For him, Nasya is not only a friend, but also his brother and sister.

"Aren't you going to the hospital or waiting here?" asked Nasya who was fixing the hijab.

"Not just repeat, huh. How to know on the road to meet a soul mate," Amanda chirped to make Nasya laugh.

Nasya knew very well what Amanda said, it was because of demands from parents to get Amanda married soon. Moreover, Amanda's age has stepped up to twenty-five years.

"Marry meal. Twenty-two of me are married. So the second wife again aka actor," kekeh Nasya made Amanda also laugh.

"The hated and unwanted actor again" Nasya continued, making Amanda shake her head.

Embrace Nasha's shoulder and arm rubbed by Amanda. He understood what Nasya was feeling.

"Propsy. You know the fruit of that patience, right?"

Nasya nodded while thinning his lips. "alright. I'll go first, brother."

Amanda nodded. "Be careful. You should also go back home."

The two hugged each other then walked together out of Nasya's Cintarasa Restaurant and separated in the other direction.

Along the way, Nasya smiled as he stared at the lunchbox he had brought.

Arriving at the Hospital, accidentally met with Retno's sister, Gadhing's assistant at the Hospital.

"Sus. Mas Gadhing's in the room?" ask Nasya.

"There was. Just finishing practice, I'm going to buy you a lunch for Doctor Gadhing. Want nitip?" ask sister Retno.

Nasya. "Lunch is for sisters only, yes. I've brought lunch for Gadhing mas," refused Nasya immediately understood Sister Retno.

At the Hospital, Gadhing's second marriage with Nasya began to be heard.

Nasya thanked him and went straight to Gadhing's room. When he was at the door, Nasya repeatedly breathed and then ventured to knock on the door.

Nasya came in when Gadhing's voice let in. "Assalamualaikum, my mother."

Gadhing was surprised to hear Nasya's voice immediately stand up to his second wife. "Waalaikumsalam," he reached out.

Nasya received the helping hand and kissed and hailed the reverence of Gadhing.

"I brought lunch for mas," exclaimed Nasya directly sitting on the sofa of the room.

Gadhing lazily walked over to Nasya. He knew very well that his young wife was very stubborn.

"Don't be sneaky, Nasyama. It's still Noni's turn" Gadhing protests when Nasya is serving her lunch.

Nasya looked at Gadhing with a glance while smiling. "I knew. But I want to make sure myself that the mas eat on time" said Nasya. In fact, this is one of his tricks to get Gadhing accustomed to his cooking.

"Created, mas. Mother and Buya sent Medan anchovies a few days ago but I only had time to cook them," continued Nasya again.

Gadhing was silent without answering. His hand received a plate from Nasya. "Mother and Buya go back to Medan if you don't bother?" muttered Gadhing who was still heard by Nasya.

"Obviously," said Gadhing but his hand moved to take the anchovy sambal Medan again and again.

Nasya smiled happily at how greedy Gadhing was to eat his cooking.

Gadhing himself knew that he was being watched by Nasya. "Don't look at me with such a cute pretentious face" chirped Gadhing.

"Halal, mom. I am free to do what I have dreamed so far. Seeing a loving husband is a reward, you see."

Gadhing was just silent because he knew Nasya would pull out a stance that made him silenced.

"Mas. I haven't been injected with Tetanus Toxoid yet" Nasya chirped as Gadhing looked at him.

"For what?" tanya Gadhing pretended.

Nasya. "And should be injected because when it comes to *** the first time, there is usually a tear of the hymen. Through an open wound at ***** this*, tetanus-causing bacteria can enter."

"In addition, when we do that later, it's more likely that I'll get pregnant. Before pregnancy, injection ** should be done to avoid contracting tetanus disease both in the mother and in the baby during the process of childbirth. Aren't we?" keep Gadhing on again.

During Nasya's explanation, Gadhing seemed silent and felt tightness in his chest. Because, he was not ready to do that to Nasya.

Her life is not like any other novel. Who hated being in love, drunkenly fucked his wife and then irresponsible to let the wife go and then regret.

Not only that, his life concerns the religion espoused where the husband must give an inner living to the wife regardless of how the state of his heart.

"Later. Didn't you give me four months?" ask Gadhing.

Nasya nodded in agreement. "Yes anyway. But what was wrong during these four months I lead a healthy life. You can inject**me, check the uterus, and mine. Healthy or unwilling," Nasya's cerocos without noticing Gadhing's reddened face.

"Stop talking about it, Nasyama. Aren't you ashamed to tell others something personal?" sentak Gadhing's.

Nasya did not give up. He was shuffled from the seat moved to sit next to him by Gadhing.

"Why are you angry? wasn't I in a consultation with a mas who is a SpOG Doctor? anyway, I told my husband."

Gadhing made a face in the other direction. No longer dare to protest because what Nasya said was right. He was the easy baper.

"Don't you see mine?" noda Nasya instantly got a sharp glare from Gadhing.

"Don't talk recklessly, Nasyama." It has become a habit of Gadhing if it starts to get upset on Nasya must say the first name Nasya in full.

Just like Gadhing's stepfather, Harry Setiawan always called Fadia Rahayu's name when he was upset but did not raise his voice at the wife.

Nasya pouted without opening her mouth again. The longer annoyed with Gadhing who always stiffened at him.

Gadhing cleaned his own lunch box because he saw Nasya silent and pouting. In the lyrics of the watch on the wrist already shows the time of Zuhur prayer.

"Smile. It is time to meet God. Pouting in front of the husband alone sin let alone the same that gives everything."

Hearing that instantly made Nasya smile in embarrassment. He almost forgot about it. "Mas. Don't hate it, yeah."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid someday, I'm sorry I ever hated me."