FAKE WIFE

Season 3 chapter 23

Aka smiled as she winked at his annoyed wife. Fathia still frowned because she had to serve her husband during the day. The man did not feel tired after their wedding yesterday even so his spirit pounded the wife to get pregnant again.

"Later in the evening I was a massage" said Aka, poking Fathia's chin.

"No need!"

"Haha why don't you?"

"There will be you who make me even more tired, Mas."

"Hehehe I've been paying off for the past few months, Honey."

"Pay a holiday but make me tired instead" said Fathia.

Aka hugged the wife and then kissed the top of her head. "We go down, and the second prize will come. We wait in front," Aka asked.

"Gift?"

"Yes, make you the same Kafha."

Although still upset Fathia followed the footsteps of her husband. Arriving in the yard a car seemed to enter their house.

"New car?" ask Fathia not to believe it.

Aka nodded.

"Are you serious? This house-and now the car?"

"Yes, honey. This car for you is the same Kafha if you want to go for a walk," sure Aka embrace the wife.

After the car is removed from the transport truck. Fathia approached the red-black mini cooper. Aka also signed a letter of receipt from the car dealer.

"Thank you very much and here are the letters. Then we'll excuse you, "permit their permission.

"Likes?" tanya Aka approached.

"Like it, Mom. But it must be expensive, right?!"

"here." He drew his wife closer to him. "Anything to you and Kafha I don't care about the same price, because the happiness of you two is so much more valuable to me."

"But, yes, Mom. No other expensive gifts. Dear money, mengingan saved for the future of Kafha," said Fathia hugging the husband.

"Quiet baby! I've prepared everything, you don't have to worry. We're going to Mama's house in a new car?"

Fathia nodded happily.

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"We all want to come here. Thank you for being allowed to stay here and now I want to bring my wife's child to live in our house" Aka explained to Alia and Faris.

"You guys want to stay here forever is no problem either. Papa is equally happy there are you, the house so rame anything else since there is Kafha, Papa so excited again to face the old days," said Faris.

"We must have played here often really, Opa," said Fathia who embraced the son.

"Mom knows, you want to live independently. So Mama does not want to force you to stay here, Mama sincerely if you move," explained Alia.

"Thankful then. I'm also afraid, Mama and Papa will be sad," said Aka.

"No, let's just relax, Ka" Faris replied.

After dinner, Aka brought her son and wife back to their new home.

"Be careful on the road" the parents said.

Before their car drove off, Aka and Fathia waved from inside the car at Alia and Faris.

"Turn him baby?" tanya Aka poked the cheek of her son who was in the lap of the wife.

"Yes, Mas. Thirsty like playing with her eyes."

Aka drives the car at a moderate speed so that the son feels more comfortable during the trip.

"Tomorrow morning I will go to the police station" said Aka.

"Mis, Papain?"

"You released Alodie and Galen from prison."

"Yes, Mas. I think it's better. We are happy now, let them be free. When it comes to punishment, let God give it later" said Fathia exhaled.

"I got word from their lawyer that Alodie's sick in custody."

"Cancer uterus."

Fathia closed her mouth in shock at the news. "Then what's the situation, Miss Alodie now?"

"I don't know either. Tomorrow I may look at you."

"You better help her, too, Mom. At least free of charge of treatment at the Hospital. He has no income now."

"Dad, tomorrow I'll solve the problem at the police station. Only then did I talk to him."

"May Sister Alodie be healed and happy too, yes, Mas with the men who love her."

"Aamiin's."

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"Congratulations on your marriage, ma'am." Alodie said in a weak voice as Aka came to see him at the Prisoner Hospital.

"Thank you. I came here to say that you and Galen I have been released from prosecution, meaning you are free" explained Aka.

"You're serious, Mum?" ask Alodie not sure.

Aka nodded. "From here you will be transferred to my Hospital. There will be an examination of your illness and then action.

"I thank you very much because you released Me and Galen. But if it's for my sickness, let me take it upon myself, ma'am." Alodie's not feeling well.

"Don't refuse, this is my wife's request. He wants you to heal and be happy with Galen."

Alodie feels touched and her guilt deepens with Fathia. Her tears also rolled down her cheeks.

"She nitip greetings also sends you dishes. He couldn't come, because our son was being fussy," explained Aka putting a loud meal next to Alodie.

"Tell my thanks to Fathia, also I want to meet her to apologize in person," Alodie's pinta rubbed her wet cheeks.

"I will definitely tell you. Then I'll go home" Aka's permission to leave Alodie's ward.

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These two months Aka and Fathia's life went perfectly. They are enjoying the happiness of a household with one son. Yesterday they also just visited Ciara who had given birth. Aka is getting impatient to have another baby even though her son is only 9 months old.

"What the hell are you, son? From the fussy yesterday on, miss Papa, huh?" Fathia swung the son who was crying.

He took his cell phone and contacted Aka via VC.

📱Why dear?

📱When do you come home, Mom? Kafha from yesterday you went fussy mulu. I don't think he can stay in you.

📱Today I try to get all the work done and the afternoon straight home.

📱Really, yes?!

📱Daddy. My son is patient, yes. Papa's coming home.

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At exactly 8pm Aka arrived at his house. His tiredness and tiredness immediately reduced when he saw his son and wife were waiting at the door.

"Assalamualaikum," said Aka approaching the two men.

"Waalaikumsalam, replied Fathia.

Aka kisses the wife's forehead and takes over the son. "Are you hot, baby?" aka asked his wife.

"What cooking?"

"Yes," said Aka sticking her palm on his forehead and his wife's neck. "Go in yuk!"

"What's your fussy son?" aka asked the son when they got to the room.

"No idea, Mom. Kafha no longer wants to mimic me, the milk in the bottle is also not in the drink. A little cry," explained Fathia cleaning her husband's suitcase. I just got back from Surabaya.

"Now don't want to?"

"Try holding the milk bottle, Mas."

Kafha refused and continued to cry.

"Allah, ten children Papa does not want to mimic her Mama anymore? You want to change it for cow's milk, son?"