I'm Not a Substitute Womb

54. I'm Not a Substitute Womb

Calista came home with an uninspired soul. Especially after seeing Carlos busied himself with work. Even with his lightness Carlos told him to go home and not wait for his return.

Until the evening before, at dinner until eleven o'clock Calista waited for Carlos to come home. Her heart began to unsettle making her wait for her husband.

Midnight Carlos just arrived. The sound of the door opening, making Calista turn and move closer to Carlos who was loosening the tie.

"Oms. I'm ready for some warm water, yeah."

Carlos stared at Calista's eyes at a glance directly towards the bathroom without answering the offer from Calista.

Calista was silent but her feet stepped onto the walk in closet, picking up the bell pants and the interior for Carlos because he used to sleep bare-chested.

Calista became upset because he felt Carlos deliberately took a bath for too long. "Why are these kids, anyway?"

Calista grinned and then got up to replace Carlos favorite sexy kimono. However, apparently her husband was avoiding her, to make her sleepy and choose to sleep.

In the bathroom, Carlos paced back and forth, hoping Calista would go to sleep. He knew when it was too late to have been indifferent to his little wife. Even from the office, so hard to refrain from reaching Calista.

"Not slept yet, have you?" murmured Carlos while rubbing his arms because he felt cold.

Carlos decided to get out of the bathroom by opening the door in front of him slowly. His head first came out, dizzy to see the state of the silent room.

He also stepped foot, tiptoe so as not to hear Calista. But his steps sluggish when he saw Calista sleeping curled up to hug his distended stomach.

How longing Carlos fell asleep in the cleavage or fell asleep right in front of Calista's stomach.

In the interior and boxer pants that have been provided by Calista. After that, Carlos enveloped Calista, then came out of the room to his study.

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In the morning, Calista woke up. Seeing his room as quiet as the previous days could only sigh roughly. It's been a week that Carlos has been indifferent to him.

Today, Calista is off college and intends to go sightseeing on her own. He immediately prepared, had breakfast, and left with Mbok Iyem.

"The patient lady. Sometimes, the husband wants to be understood."

Calista nodded. "Yes Mbok. I don't know why" Calista tried to smile.

They both shop whatever they want. Calista did not distinguish between the master and the servant in his house. Even now Calista more buy clothes for Mbok Iyem and his other servants.

Spending that has just occurred must be placed on a credit card that is given to Calista.

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Carlos came home early today. That's because he misses his wife too much. It felt really crazy to not talk, not hug, or joke on his little wife.

Entering the house, prepare to apologize to Calista. He even bought a bouquet of flowers and chocolates to perfect his good intentions.

But when he got home there was no wife. Initially about to get angry, but when knowing to go along with Mbok Iyem make it calm especially after getting a notification from one of the Banks, spending from the Shopping Center.

His smile expanded after knowing the main door was opened seeing the person who was waiting for it was about to come closer to him. However, the smile slowly receded as it only showed Mbok Iyem and his three house guards carrying a lot of paperbags in their hands.

"Where is my wife, Mbok?" ask Carlos.

"The lady said she wanted to go to her friend's house who had come here before, sir." Mbok Iyem told the truth because Calista had said he wanted to go to Anita's house first.

Carlos who knows Anita can only wait for Calista at home.

He started to get nervous when the time was up in the afternoon, Calista had not yet returned home. Moreover, his little wife was not escorted by Agus the private driver.

"Mbc. How's my old wife, huh?" carlos asked Mbok Iyem to cook for dinner.

"I don't know, Sir. Madam just said so earlier," said Mbok Iyem.

"Where are you, baby?"

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"So you work as a nanny?" tanya Calista was in the garden behind William's house.

The two are watching a seven-year-old boy playing pop it. It turns out that the child is an introvert.

Anita nodded. "Yes. I thought he was married or single. Turns out widower was one. He's so fucking pissed, Calt."

Calista chuckles every time Anita tells him how annoying William is to his best friend.

"Hot Daddy, beb." chirped Calista tease.

Anita turned the ball off. "Related."

Feeling dark, Calista will come home. Actually wanted to make it to night because it's been a week since I never welcomed Carlos home.

"Be careful. Sorry I can't get you to the front. I have to take care of Wilson, "Anita replied and agreed to by Calista.

Apparently, when Calista was already in front of the gate, William's car entered the yard of the house.

"Calt. You here?" ask William.

Calista smiled and nodded. "Yes, Om."

William looked to his left side, looking at his silent brother glued to Calista.

"What are you riding on?"

"It means taking an online taxi" Calista said.

"Don't. Not good for you. Om, take ya."

Calista seemed to be silent thinking about her. Not thinking much, Calista nodded and got into William's car.

Along the way, Calista just kept quiet because the thought of Carlos' attitude was still cold to him. Behind the wheel, Carlos looks smiling looking at his older brother looking at Calista's face from behind the rearview mirror of the car.

Arriving at the yard of Carlos' house, Calista resigned and thanked him then entered the house.

"Will.. My son is very pretty. Is that right, he's my son?" ask Wildan.

William smiled and turned to the source of the voice. "Son't read that DNA test if you're a kid and a real dad."

Wildan just kept smiling all the way.

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Calista went into the house. Her husband was still wearing work clothes. But just keep passing Carlos who is watching him.

Enter the room, change clothes without caring if the door is open and Carlos enter there.

Carlos swallowed the saliva violently looking at Calista's body almost innocently. He who has not touched his wife for more than a week certainly makes him want to.

"Honey," called Carlos in a heavy voice.

Calista, who turned her back to Carlos, grinned at the voice of her husband who was known to want to touch her.

"Don't come any closer" forbid Calista to make Carlos stop his steps.

"Can't touch me. Just look at it."