Don't Blame Me for Taking Your Wife

chapter 8

With a gontai move, Ayla walked out of the Roxy building. Then bring the speed of the motor to the afternoon market. There he starts selling all the Roxy orders he brought back, because Ayla is so angry at Roxy that she again chooses not to take the money because Roxy asked her to be a lover.

"Actually, what's inside that bule man's brain? Why does he want me? Does he have a mental illness or something?" Ayla Mumbled.

"Sir, is the painting still?" Ask one of the visitors at the afternoon market.

"Yes still." Ayla was excited.

Ayla decided to be more eager to sell her merchandise and forget all the bad things that happened. Ayla's smile expands as the packets that Roxy ordered are sold and leaves only two servings of sausage.

"Well this is enough, I'll give you two of these sausages for Uwais. She must be happy."

Ayla also calculated the money she would deposit to her boss. Then pull the motor gas lever towards the boss' house.

"It's mas."

"What's this?"

"Money." Ayla replied confused because her boss asked.

"Yes, what money do you mean?"

"Fields. Order from Mr. Roxy and today's sale."

"Oohh," Ayla's boss scratched the back of her non-itchy head. "How much, ay."

"Four hundred and thirty-two thousand, mas." Ayla handed the money in her hand.

The boss counted the money and handed Ayla a few piles of money. He took only one hundred and thirty thousand.

"How come?" Ayla accepted it confusedly.

"Mr Roxy sent me the money through the account."

"What?" Ayla dumbfounded.

"Say you accidentally spilled some orders. And he asked me not to scold you. Do you feel guilty about giving me this money, ay?"

Ayla bowed. Confused, that's obvious.

"Other times be more careful. For Mr. Roxy is very kind and does not copy on us. He just wants to be a subscription."

"What?" Ayla raised her head to look at the boss.

"But, he wants you to be the courier, as a form of your apology for messing up some orders. Mau ya Ay, it's about my store's good name too, I don't want to lose customers."

Ayla pias and limp.

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"Mas."

"What Ay?"

Carefully Ayla approached carrying a cup of black coffee and a warm fried banana for her husband.

"The coffee is mas." Put it on the front desk of her husband who was watching tivi.

"Thank you Ay." looked at Ayla softly, then looked back at the tv.

Ayla took a deep breath. Convincing himself that to establish a relationship only needs to believe and be honest. Therefore, Ayla ventured to ask her husband directly. Regardless somehow later the Alpha reaction. I hope her husband will be honest.

Alfa turned her head, then her eyes widened looking at the thing in Ayla's hand. It quickly swept in his grasp. Then I looked at Ayla not like it.

"I found it in your uniform pocket."

Alfa averted her eyes, avoiding Ayla's eyes. Either because of guilt or because of other feelings.

"Is your salary really that much?"

Alfa flinching.

"Yes..."

"Yes, you don't deserve to ask." Looking at Ayla nyalang. Strange, why her husband was angry. Ayla is the one who has been lied to.

"What's? Not worth?"

"Don't ever mess with my salary, Ayla. Give you a proper living. In the salary mas also have the rights of mothers and sisters mas." Alfa with a high tone and emotional.

"800thousand is worth it?" Tanya Ayla was stunned by her husband's words.

"Yes, isn't it from there that we can eat decent, even sometimes we can still eat chicken and fish in one month? Can we pay for the electricity tokens? All our needs are met. You can even buy powder."

Ayla laughed, Alfa did not know or did not want to know if all the shortcomings always Ayla covered with her salary selling on the side of the road follow people. Now she felt very upset knowing the salary of her husband was very large according to her.

Three million rupiah and himself only in the ration of 800 thousand. This month is only 500 thousand. And still had time to transfer Agya his best friend. It's great!

All this time, Ayla always relented, not to buy the things she wanted. Buy cheap cosmetics just to keep the kitchen steaming. But it seems he was wrong.

"Mas Alfa knows I work, right?"

"Well, what's your salary at the very least?" Alfa said dismissively.

"Well then, what if you are shopping and managing finances. I'll just cook what's in the house."

"What's? Good, and what do you keep doing? If shopping is all that it does?"

Ayla was already infuriated and angry with Alfa's attitude. Everything she did was not appreciated by her husband.

"Do you think all I do is shop? A lot of mas, cooking, cleaning, aaahhh, like Ayla also had to explain if cleaning was a lot of her. Nyapu, mopping, shirt washing, dishwashing, nyu....."

"Udah, no, no. You don't have to be busy. They are more tired than you. Working to make money to support you too."sela Alfa still underestimates Ayla.

Ayla laughed, feeling very furious and astonished with her husband.

"Then the one million that I transferred to Agya's account what is it?"

"That's none of Ayla's business. That's gold! Salary of the mas." Tukas Alfa is getting higher."It's up to you, want to do it."

"Astaghfiullah!!" Ayla rubbed her chest. "That's Ayla's right! Hak Ayla as wife. And uwais rights, mas boy!" Sela Ayla is no less vocal."Who have neglected."

Alpha looks emotional. His chest rose and his breath hunted down, Alfa's eyes bulged even almost out of place.

"I'm the head of the household, don't set me up, Ayla!" Hardik Alfa before getting out of place and going to the room by slamming the door.

Ayla regulated her breathing and emotions. Feeling unappreciated and unappreciated by her husband. Ayla touched her chest which was painful, over the treatment of Alpha all this time. His body felt limp because this was the first time the Anger Alpha was on him. Strange, Ayla should be angry. Why is it upside down?

Soon Alfa came out of the room with a jacket and bag on her back. Just passing by Ayla who was still sitting in the guest room. Then there was the sound of an Alpha motorbike moving away.

Alfa stop! leaving his wife and child.