Love Wife Savings
Episode 27's
I don't know what Safa has to answer, will she be willing to accept friendship from Orlando. To be honest Safa really needs a friend if she was like last night. But he is afraid Febri will be angry if Safa befriends Orlando.
"Come Beautiful, let's be friends !" orlando again.
"My name is Safa, not pretty !"
"Ok I'll call you Safa, on condition that you accept my friendship"
"Yes, I want to be friends with you"
Orlando smiled happily, this is what he wanted to be friends with Safa. From the first moment of seeing Safa for some reason there was a strange feeling that Orlando felt. But when she found out that Safa was married Orlando only wanted friendship.
"Thank you, now I'm asking for your phone number !"
"Make what ?"
"We are friends, and as friends we should not contact each other"
Safa finally mentioned her mobile number, after which Safa left because she had to finish cooking before her husband came.
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Febri had just parked his car where it had been provided. When going to the apartment that Safa lives in. Febri meets Orlando.
But Febri ignored, he only nodded when he accidentally met Orlando, very different from Orlando who stared at Febri's appearance from top to bottom.
"It's not really appropriate that she be Safa's husband" Orlando said in his heart.
Febri enters the elevator and presses button 5, after arriving there, he immediately calls Safa and says that he is outside and tells Safa to open the door.
Luckily Safa has finished bathing, although since pregnant Safa is the laziest shower in the morning, but in order to want to welcome and make Febri comfortable Safa does all that.
"Assalamualaikum" said Febri after his wife opened the door.
"Waalaikumsalam Mas" replied Safa, she kissed the back of her husband's hand.
"That's so sweet, what are you cooking, dear ?" febri asked as his nose smelled the scent of a very fragrant dish.
"I'm just cooking sour vegetables, fried catfish the same as raw sambal Mas"
"Don't you, hmmm Mas can't eat here ?"
"Yes dong, I deliberately cooked it for Mas"
Febri fell silent and looked at Safa's face carefully, "You seriously cooked it all for Mas ?"..
Safa replied with a nod of her head, making Febri moved and smile. Febri pulled Safa into his arms.
"Thank you, baby ! thanks for everything"
"Sama-sama Mas, it has indeed become my duty to serve Mas. Although we marry only betelih but still in the presence of Allah Mas is the husband of Safa"
Febri really did not expect that Safa would think this mature. His heart was again enveloped with a taste of haru so great.
"The promise will always make you happy"
"Yes, I believe it"..
"Yes, I ate ! She's so hungry"
Safa chuckles, she breaks away from her husband's embrace, then takes Febri to the dinner table.
Febri was again amazed when Safa served herself very well, Safa said softly and made her heart calm.
"So this is enough ?" ask Safa.
"Pretty dear, a little less if you add more"
Safa nodded then placed the plate that already contained white rice in front of Febri.
"I just finished drinking milk Mas, still full of tentar if in addition to fear it directly emmmm...." Safa no longer continued her remarks, because Febri must have understood about the direction of Safa's conversation.
"Mas understand, later Mas bring you a nausea drug yes, if you feel severe nausea you drink it and the nausea will be reduced"
"IIiiss.. Why not from yesterday, Mas bawainnya ?" Safa pout.
"Hehe, sorry I forgot"
Febri began to eat his food, very greedy and it made Safa happy. That means the food he makes is delicious and fits on Febri's tongue.
"The wife Mas smart cook also turned out" praised Febri.
Safa blushed in shame due to the praise from her husband.
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Finished breakfast with Febri immediately berampit to work, in fact Safa still want to be near Febri. He wants to be spoiled and paid attention. But because of the demands of the job Safa must be willing to leave Febri.
"Emmmm, Mas" Safa looks hesitant to say.
"Yes what's wrong ? tell me honey what do you want ?"
"Later tonight I will !"
"We will see later, if Mas has a good reason for Desi later Mas stay here. Desi is making dinner together"
Safa immediately realized at her request, she should not have asked for anything difficult for Febri to do. He could only nod and try to be patient.
Realizing that Safa's changed face could only let out a long sigh, he knew his wife was hurt..But how else would Febri not be able to do anything to resist Desi's wishes.
"Mas leaving yes ! you go on geh ! let's not get bored"
"Yes Mas"
Now Febri is completely gone, without asking about Safa's feelings. In that instant Safa's tears were dripping but as fast as lightning she wiped them away.
Safa again closed the door, because so fragile he was sitting himself and leaning his body on the door, his chest felt tight in living a household like this.
If he used to want to have a husband who is always near him, very different from the reality he received. Safa had to wait patiently for her husband's arrival, even to call Febri alone Safa had to wait as the man sent her a message first.
"Hiks-hiks. I just want to be noticed with you Mas, I'm pregnant with your child"
Even tonight Febri will have dinner alone with Desi, all of which makes Safa aware and know herself that she is only a mistress.
"About Mas Febri having dinner where is it tonight ? I want to see what Desi looks like"
"I don't want to interfere with Mas Febri's show, I just want to meet and see what Desi looks like".
Safa was so curious as to what the figure of the woman who became her husband's old wife was. Because later when everything was revealed Safa was not surprised by the arrival of a foreign woman who would claim to be his wife Febri.
But how to make Safa know where Febri's dinner will be, it is impossible he asked Febri. Because of course Febri won't tell him.
"Are you asking Orlando for help ? we have already won !"
"But Orlando will find out later that I'm just Mas Febri's betel wife"
"You don't have to meet again, Mas Febri was angry again"
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