I'm Pelakor?

I'm Pelakor?
Episode 45# Still Strike



"Darling?" call Ardhan back to touch and rub Alea's arm covered in blankets. Ardhan knows Alea's not sleeping. Maybe the pain made him reluctant to open his eyes.


But Alea did not budge, she kept her eyes closed. As if she was reluctant to look at her husband's face.


"Have you taken your medicine?" tanya Ardhan rubbed Alea's forehead.


Alea only nodded once.


"Since when have you been sick, Ma?"


Alea just slightly moved her head in response to her husband's question.


Ardhan took off his black suit and placed it at the end of the bed. Ardhan got on the bed. Lying behind his palace, hugging Alea from behind.


"We're going to the doctor?" whispered Ardhan.


Again Alea only answered with one head.


"Maa.. Why are you?" tanya Ardhan raised his head looking at his wife who closed his eyes.


"Emm" Alea shook her head again.


Ardhan let out a long sigh, looking at his wife's pale face. Stroking Alea's hair tied up.


"Maaa? dong, what do you want?"


I want you to forget that first love, mom!


Alea said in his heart.


Suddenly, Alea's tears came. Alea still closed her eyes. His hand wiped the tears that fell soaked his pillow.


"Why are you crying, baby?" ask Ardhan.


Again Alea just shook her head.


"Usually my wife, if she's sick, must be spoiled! ask for this ask for it. Now ask what?" asked Ardhan gently while smelling Alea's fragrant hair.


"Ask you!"


Alea said spontaneously.


Ardhan frowned. "Ask me?" ask Ardhan.


"Forget it!" alea ketus replied.


"What do you mean, baby? you ask me? I'm your husband, Maa. Ask me what else?"


Alea just shook his head.


"Maa?"


"Wand, mother! I'm going to sleep!" aela said without even opening her eyes.


Ardhan saw an unusual gurgle on Alea. Years together make Ardhan memorize every change of his wife. Only this time he could not guess what made his wife broke down.


And that night passed by the silent action of Alea. She just slept in the room, without talking to her husband at all. Even when Ardhan massaged his legs. Alea simply answered her husband's question.


Especially on the sidelines of Ardhan massaging, his left hand still occasionally checking his phone. It made Alea even more furious and disgusted with Ardhan's hand massaging her legs.


The next day, even Alea was reluctant to prepare breakfast for Ardhan. His headache has diminished a little. But she still refused to talk to her husband.


She didn't even wake her husband up for dawn prayers as usual. He performs the morning prayers alone. Because he wants to cry.


Because last night, when everyone was asleep, Alea woke up to the sound of a cell phone ringing. It was from her husband's phone. And from the name of the woman he considers***** that.


Alea was furious with that phone call. The clock shows midnight. But the woman with unclear status was still trying to annoy her husband.


Alea was coding silent on her husband's cell phone. Then she took the time to open her husband's chat with the woman through her mobile phone.


What is Ardhan doing?


^^^Massage wife, again pain her.^^^


What pain?


^^^Demam ordinary anyway.^^^


Oh, not bad, right?


^^^No.^^^


Brarti can still reply to my chat, right?


^^^Can, but little!^^^


Kasian, Friday night K.O's wife! ๐Ÿคญ


^^^ Yes, but the time is ajib - ajib!^^^


Ajib - how am I?


^^^How can!^^^


Vicall only! but don't wear clothes!


^^^Haha! ngawur nih nih son!^^^


I give you! but the vicall is far away from your wife! I want this too! ๐Ÿคค


^^^Don't do that! not good ๐Ÿคญ^^^


You knew? ever since we got back in contact, you're the fantasy stuff I know!


^^^Ish! no disgust so that people's husbands become fantasy material?^^^


People's husbands? ๐Ÿคจ heloo? my girlfriend's kali!


^^^Yes, whatever the name is.^^^


^^^From that moment he was just diem, I was confused as to what to do. Though usually if it hurts again must be spoiled. ๐Ÿ˜•^^^


Oho!


^^^Well yes, I want him to sleep first!^^^


Lah! it's still the afternoon Papa Cherly, uh Papa Ardhan ๐Ÿคญ


^^^Kasian my wife, she needs my hug ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ^^^


Your boyfriend j**uga needs to know.


^^^Haduh! ๐Ÿ˜ฌ^^^


Enjoy a hug you've never been in a hug!


^^^^Maybe ๐Ÿค”^^^


Yes, sleep there. ๐Ÿ˜“


And at this time Alea was back lying down. The clock shows five in the morning.


Alea was also kasian if her husband returned not to pray like dawn yesterday.


"Mas!" call Alea in position still behind her blanket.


"Mas!" call Alea again when Ardhan hasn't made a move.


"Mas!" call Alea while pushing Ardhan's arm.


Either way, Alea felt very uneasy about to gently awaken as she normally would.


"Ehhh!" Ardhan. Wiggling under the same blanket as Alea.


Seeing Ardhan begin to yawn and open his eyes. Alea went back to pretending to be asleep.


Ardhan blinked his eyes, looking at the wife who closed her eyes among the light of the lights sleeping on the nightstand.


Ardhan immediately faced his wife. Put the back of his hand on the wife's forehead. Warm, that's what Ardhan's hand felt.


"Darling?" call Ardhan. "We go to the doctor? I'll permit a leave of absence.


Alea just shook her head slowly. Alea did not heed the husband's invitation at all. What was inside him was just indignant, angry, until his condition grew.


She wanted to cry, but her tears were dry. And reluctantly falls again for a husband who can keep his distance from women again. Even though it was with her boyfriend who had never broken up.


"I'm the usual dong. I'm happy if you're sick and spoiled as usual. Not like this, Maa"


Alea just kept quiet.


"I'll leave, Papa will accompany Mama and Andra today."


"Ja.ngan" said Alea lirih.


"Maa. I can't see you breaking down talk to me like this. What's my fault?"


There ain't! you are the truest man on Earth, Mr. Ardhan Bagaskara, who respects all your subordinates!


That was what Ale wanted to say, but in fact he was only able to utter that sentence in his heart. And what came out was just a little trinket.


Ardhan sighed. Gently rubbed his wife's hair, kissing her warm forehead deeply.


I don't understand your attitude, Mom! you're acting like this to me. But you're also being nice to your boyfriend!


You better go to work. Instead of at home and I just keep seeing your dancing thumbs on your phone screen!


Alea's feelings were really upset. It felt like he was sinking Ardhan to the Earth's core. That only he ever had Ardhan's body.


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๐Ÿ„ One week passed . . .


Alea was still on strike not to say much to her husband. Although Alea recovered two days after she was declared ill.


Alea even chose to sleep in a separate room after Andra fell asleep. And actually Ardhan started to get agitated with the unusual things his wife did.


But the selfishness and feelings are still happy to chat with Sofia, making her 100% insensitive%. He could even still hold back a week of not channeling his desires as a normal man.


Alea did not get the development that satisfied her heart from the chat husband and boyfriend her husband.


They look still LDR, invisible reckless stuff. Ale is back in the dowry. Because yesterday was Ardhan's payday date. And again - again Ardhan transferred money of 3 million to Sofia.


So that starting yesterday Alea decided not to use the shopping money that Ardhan transferred for him. In addition to Andra's needs, Nur's house and salary.


Today is the first day Andra entered the Play Group school at one of the favorite schools in the Capital.


The Papa is a marketing manager with salaries reaching tens of millions, not to mention bonuses - bonuses. Alea chose the best school for Andra. Let the Papa pay for his school, Alea thought.


Alea filed for full-day school hours for Andra. Since from today, he wanted to find a job. In order to make your own money.


So that one day, if her husband is lost in the actor, she still has income. Fortunately, Alea was 25 years old. So it is still possible to get a job with SMK diploma.


Even the lowest job, which was halal important for Alea who had previously been used to living independently.


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