Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

Seductresses

#Birth_in_Home_Life

#Part_40

What was my dream last night? Already surprised by passing Akmal in cyberspace. Uh ... know-know he's in plain sight.

"Do you know each other?" bang Rafi.

I wave, moving my eyes left and right. I was sure if I had any wrong behavior. I am the transparent type of person, what is in the heart, then it will appear real on the surface.

"Ning Lo's wife, Fi? He's my little temen. Her hobby is climbing papaya tree ha .. ha ...." Akmal seemed happy to open my disgrace. Ish, bad guy!

I was a little tomboy and loved to climb trees. Akmal and I had a tree climbing race. Akmal KO when challenged to climb a papaya tree that does not hold back. While I easily climb and pluck the fruit. But that was before. Now I am more often flaky or wearing a long skirt, where maybe I climb in a costume like that.

Bang Rafi put her shoulder on my shoulder. "If now, Ning's hobby is making her husband smile," said Bang Rafi as she raised her eyebrows and looked at me affectionately. I blushed with both cheeks warmed up.

Akmal closed his mouth immediately, he looked riled up, maybe not expecting the reaction shown by Bang Rafiku beloved.

Isn't it the obligation of the couple to cover each other's shortcomings and become the front-most defender?

"Come ... Come on in! Later the story in aja," Take me to Bang Rafi's friends.

I served them sweet iced tea. Whether I'm a geer or it really happened, Akmal always secretly stole a glance.

I went into my room to see Marisa, and Bang Rafi followed me. Bang Rafi sat next to me holding Marisa, behind her now hairless head, trimmed after her aqiqahan event the other day.

"Abang, will you go, Ning?" Bang Rafi spoke with a sigh.

"Where?" I asked without seeing his face.

"Prophet. There's an ML tournament at Richie's place."

"If Ning says no, do you want to recede?" I asked him to do diplomacy. "Abang cape, just got home from work, tomorrow has to work again," I added.

"Abang ko strong, brother later pray, deh, promise!" Bang Rafi is still sulking. I thought of his pride in front of Akmal and another of his friends. What do they say later that Bang Rafi failed to come because I was forbidden?

"Ok, on one condition."

"What?" Bang Rafi looks enthusiastic.

"Take care of yourself."

"That's all?" Bang Rafi grinned, happy because the conditions I proposed were so easy according to him.

"Yes, that's all. Take care of yourself from the heat of hell fire" I said.

Bang Rafi gawking. The small bag he had held tightly was now simply placed on the mattress.

I know who Akmal is. From the beginning his mischief did not decrease in the least. If at SMP only he had taken oplosan, of course today the dose is more than that. I also know who Richie is. He's Bang Rafi's friend who often changes partners. I have a bad feeling about this. It's not just mabar, they have a rotten plan to have fun.

"If you believe there you can take care of yourself. Ning let Brother go," I said.

Bang Rafi came out of the room and met her friends. They chatted for a while, before long Akmal and his friend's motorbike passed by leaving the yard without Bang Rafi.

I gave the sweetest smile I had when Bang Rafi went back into the room.

"Here!" I spread my right hand.

Bang Rafi brought her face closer and kissed her forehead long ago.

I don't want to talk about that mabar. I know Bang Rafi has been at war with her own desires, she has proven that now she is starting to change for the better, more mature.

Bang Rafi's change is not as easy as turning a palm. All this time, I used to talk to her. Truly effective speech without anger or showing annoyance, about my dislike of his bad habits.

We always talk before we go to sleep. Pillow talk, that's the term. Sometimes, we also talk after filling the night with fun. Good mood, making the message conveyed was caught well.

Living a hobby is indeed a person's right, as entertainment. But, choosing and living a hobby must be wise. After Bang Rafi became a husband and a father, of course, he must also adapt his attitude and liking towards something. If beneficial do, if madhorot, yes should be abandoned. And I became the most important part that changed Bang Rafi's hobby. I must present happiness at home until Bang Rafi is no longer interested in pleasure outside the house.

A few days passed after that. I don't know why Akmal comes home so often. He said he just stopped by, wanted to see Marisa or other absurd reasons.

Bang Rafi did not mind taking Akmal, because they are a division and often return to work together.

I was answering a customer question asking about the details of the clothes I posted when a message came in through the inbox.

[Hey, the piglet boy!]

I smiled reading the message, only Akmal used to call me a pigeon.

[Now I'm a Cancil mom 😜]

Then we were engrossed in replying to the message, without hesitation without the usual stiffness that occurs when face to face beet.

I don't know, I felt a strange rumble while chatting with Akmal. We can talk about a lot of things in the past. I seemed to charge for the completion of the story that did not end. I want a confession that my heart is not actually clapping.

Akmal told me a lot about himself and his family and I responded warmly. I know almost every member of his family, it makes us never lose any chat material.

Since long ago, Akmal was good at making and reading poetry, it was also what made him enter the same High School as me through the achievement path because he had many awards in the field of literature.

[Confirm dong ..] A message from Akmal, one day.

I just realized, just communicate through messages without making friends with him.

[Ok] Reply.

I'm more and more impressed with Akmal's posts. I don't know, I feel like a lot of the poems she wrote on her personal wall, which she purposely addressed to me.

Because he worked in the factory morning till dore. Akmal and I often get messages at night. Steal the time when Bang Rafi is far away or sleeping. I will immediately delete the chat history once I see Bang Rafi being around me. The phone that I usually keep in any place is now an exclusive item that I treat. If I don't hold it, I'll keep it under Marisa's clothes.

Have I cheated?