Jum Wo Ai Ni

Forced

Day after day passed, Juminten carried out his duties as a wife well. Cooking, washing, cleaning the house and preparing all Dylan's needs. But not for the sake of bed, hehe.

This morning as usual, Juminten woke up at four in the morning. Carry out the obligation as a Muslim, then continue cooking in the kitchen.

"Ok ready!" excited though. Juminten turned on the bluetooth on his phone, the strains of bollywood songs echoed throughout the kitchen.

The beautiful woman was wearing an apron, preparing to fight with face and comrades.

"Actus ... You little squid, it's noisy in the morning!" Dylan covered his ears with a pillow hoping to dampen the bollywood song on stel with a large volume.

"Whisper woi matiin!" dylan shouted from the room.

Feeling annoyed at not being able to continue his sleep, Dylan finally decided to get up. Five o'clock in the morning, the squinty man took his jacket and training pants from the closet. His mouth kept comat - kamit said incantations for his wife.

Without washing his face, the handsome man walked out of the room. He quickly went down the stairs, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Whisper, Squid." Dylan pushed Juminten's head from behind.

To his surprise, Juminten's tiny mouth fizzed as his smooth hands kissed with a face that was hanging in the burning fire.

"What hell! Just ngagetin."

"You know, early in the morning it was noisy. Disturbing people to sleep know not." Dylan drank the cold water he had just taken from the refrigerator.

"Good, you get up early" said Juminten indifferently, he again stirred his special fried rice.

"I'm a sport first" said Dylan.

"Hem, come back before breakfast time" Juminten said without looking.

After finishing cooking, Juminten immediately cleaned himself. The woman looks beautiful even though she only wears training pants and a black t-shirt.

Juminten's steps swung lightly, approaching the door of the room that was next to him.

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Juminten knocked on Dylan's room door. He decided to enter, hesitatingly turning the brown door handle.

"Rem ... He hasn't come back yet apparently," muttered Juminten, upon seeing the state of the empty room leaping.

Moreover, the bed was also still in a mess, usually he would clean up Dylan's room when the man went to work. However, today Juminten took the initiative to do so early.

With deft petite woman to arrange and clean the bed Dylan. After he took a work shirt and put it on the bed that has been neat.

"Presents." Proud juminten, fried rice and eggs of beef eyes and coffee the husband is ready to be served at the dining table.

The beautiful girl frowned, upon hearing the house bell ringing.

"Who's coming? it can't be Dylan, right?" he murmured while stepping forward.

His clasped hands stretched out turning the big door handle in front of him.

"Mama!" pekik Juminten was surprised.

The middle-aged woman who rejected the old man smiled. " Dear Assalamualaikum.

"Eh ... Wa'alaikumsalam Ma, sorry," Juminten smiled awkwardly, he did not say hello to his surprise.

"Look Ma." Mayleen nodded. Juminten took two steps back so that the in-laws and the woman behind Mayleen could enter.

"What would you like to drink? or Mama's gonna have breakfast with me."

"You haven't had breakfast?" Juminten.

"Mas Dylan still hasn't gone home jogging Ma." Mayleen mangosteen heard the son-in-law's answer.

"Oia Jum, know this Nurul."

The woman smiled kindly, welcoming Juminten's outstretched hand about to regret it.

"Juminten Ma'am."

"I'm Nurul Madam." The woman slightly nodded small.

"Don't call Madam, ma'am. Call Juminten alone," said Juminten sung, he then released his hand.

"Jum, Nurul will be working here. Help you."

"But Ma, here I'm the same. Home is not so much."

"Well, what if you suddenly fill up?"

"But Ma ...."

" Nothing but, Nurul's principal works here point!" mayleen is undeniable.

"But Jum has not yet authorized Mas Dylan," Juminten is still looking for a loophole to deny Nurul work at his home.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, the three women who were sitting in the living room simultaneously turned their heads.

"This is a long life!" mayleen.

Dylan frowned, He quickly stepped closer to his mother, and kissed the back of her hand with reverence.

"Mama's been here a long time?" dylan asked, sitting next to his wife.

"Just now."

"Is Mama here early in the morning?" Dylan whispers to his wife.

"Ask yourself," replied Juminten no less shrewd. Dylan was upset.

"Dy Mama would say something."

"Yes Ma, by the way," said the man casually.

"Nurul will work here, no objection!" mayleen's eyes stared intently at her son. Dylan's mouth, which had been closed, closed tightly again.

"Yes, it's up to Mama" that's all Dylan can say. Juminten glared sharply at the husband.

"Good then, Jum. You get ready, Mama wants to take you out with Nurul,* Mayleen said.

"Where's Ma?"

"You're coming along."

"Then Ma, I'd like to prepare breakfast for Mas Dylan." Mayleen nodded.

Juminten smiled sweetly, without saying much the beautiful woman pulled the hand of the husband. Dylan followed Juminten's steps which continued to pull him all the way to the dining room.

"What do you mean you're telling Nurul to work here?" juminten asked furiously.

"Nurul who?" ask Dylan back.

"Stt .. don't be hard." Juminten glanced at the living room, making sure the in-laws did not hear their conversation.

"The woman Mama brought was Nurul, dodol!"

"Where I remember, it doesn't matter either." Dylan pulled out a chair and sat down.

Juminten took a plate, then spooned fried rice with one nangkring beef egg on top of the rice.

"Can runyam know not if until there is someone else in this house besides us" said Juminten in an annoyed tone.

"Why indeed?" dylan asked without looking at the wife sitting next to him.

Juminten became even more anxious with Dylan's indifferent attitude like this.

"Huh ... You are! if Nurul works here, our fake marriage could be exposed. What if she reports to Mama!?"

Uhuk ..

"Now!" Juminten thrust a glass of water at her choking husband.

Dylan immediately swallowed the clear liquid.

"I don't think about it, Squid!" Dylan patted his eel.

"Heh .. basic Chinese dodol," ketus Juminten.

"Trus now what?" Dylan ruffled his hair in frustration, he did not think that far. He just didn't want to argue with his mom.

"I don't know, think to yourself. Your man gave him permission to work here." Juminten stared straight with his chin propped up in one hand.

Juminten had tried to resist Mayleen's wishes. But Dylan just so easily.

Dylan was the same, both of them were busy thinking of ways to cancel Nurul work at their home.

"Determination ideas?" Juminten glanced at Dylan.

"No."

"Huh ... There is no other way, we let Nurul work here like Mama's will," said Juminten lethargic, Dylan nodded his head assent.