Love Wrapped Nista

Who her?

Once again, Zahra could not dwell when Ken had led him closer to the row of clothes 'dines.

"Tell try at home.don't be here!" ken's whisper sounded discordant in Zahra's hearing.

Zahra squinted at Ken, as if protesting the man's words, but the husband only chuckled softly triumphantly.

"Ken, I'm so ashamed to buy such clothes!"

"Yes, if you're embarrassed, I just choose, according to the initial agreement," said Ken lightly.

"Aren't you ashamed to buy it?"

"Buy not the misty!" suhut Ken without guilt, making Zahra rub rough his own face.

"It's up to you!" answer Zahra slowly.

A store employee approached the couple to ask what they were looking for. Ken was thick-faced, only pointing at a few options he liked without asking his wife for approval. Zahra also heard that Ken bought her u n d e r w e a r in the same place.

Jesus, Zahra herself forgot to buy that thing for herself.

Zahra was quite grateful with Ken's indifferent attitude, because it made the two not be in the store 'special' for long. They also went directly to the cashier for payment.

Ken was still giggling as they walked out of the clothing store. Ken who carries all the paperbags of their groceries that look pretty much.

"We pray magrib first, only after we have dinner" Ken suggested.

Zahra nodded obediently. But he remembered something that was almost forgotten.

"But, Ken. I also want to shop for the fridge, so I can cook tomorrow."

"Okay, after that we go to the supermarket!" ken said calmly as he stuffed all their groceries into the trunk of the car.

After putting all the groceries in the car. Ken and Zahra went up again to the top floor of the Mall, there happened to be a mosque inside the Mall and they also performed prayers first.

Finished with it, they look for a suitable place to eat - certainly still within the same Mal scope.

They also decided to eat at a typical Indonesian restaurant there.

However, when they ate there was someone who greeted.

"Ken..."

Ken glanced, and so did Zahra.

Ken didn't even bribe the food he had scooped up when he saw the figure.

"It's really you, Ken!" said the woman with a fluffy smile. He looked enthusiastic but Ken was just the opposite.

"Who, Ken?" ask Zahra slowly.

The woman glanced at Zahra at a glance. "Include me, I'm Jenar." he said as he reached out to Zahra. Inevitably Zahra welcomed the helping hand of the woman who claimed to be named Jenar.

Then, without asking for approval, Jenar immediately pulled a chair in front of Ken and sat there. Ken was still silent but his jaw seemed to be tight-knit.

Hearing the sentence coming out of the lips of the foreign woman in front of him, Zahra suddenly felt bad. What is the relationship between her husband and this woman?

"Oh yes, Ken. Who is this?" jenar asked with her cheerful attitude radiated.

"This is my wife!" ken replied coldly. "I'm eating with my wife, go, Jen!" push Ken away frankly.

Jenar was flabbergasted to hear that, her eyes to the point of glaring in surprise.

"Don't joke, Ken!" said Jenar.

This time Zahra spoke up.

"I'm Ken's wife, is there something wrong with that?"

Jenar shook her head in disbelief. "lik! Who are you claiming to be Ken's wife?" ask with a rising intonation.

"Jen, I said get out of here right now!" firmly Ken.

"But Ken... How can it be? Wife? Oh my.. This is impossible!" Jenar laughed heartily.

"But the truth is I'm Ken's wife!" zahra chimed in.

"Oh yeah, I remember this girl you were looking for. Yeah, yeah, that hijab girl!" Jenar smiled wryly. "I didn't expect, Ken. This sounds funny because I have been with you for a long time!"

Suddenly Ken put down his tablespoon violently, making a loud clanking sound.

"I SAID GO! YOU'RE PUTTING MY PATIENCE TO THE END!" yell Ken loudly. Zahra stood up, trying to quell Ken's anger by stroking the man's shoulder.

Ken's anger caused some of the visitors to look up at their table with curious gazes at what was happening.

"Already, Ken.." whispered Zahra beside Ken.

Jenar moved quickly, showing her displeased face to the two people in front of her.

Before Jenar actually went from there, he uttered another sentence.

"Congratulations on your marriage, Ken! I'm sure you'll soon be bored with him! If that's the case, you know where to look for me," Jenar waved at Ken and Zahra with a sneering smile, while Ken clenched his hand at the woman's words.

After Jenar's departure from their table, Zahra sat down limply holding her bowed head. Zahra was no longer in a mood to continue eating dinner, as was Ken.

"Who is he?" zahra asked quietly without looking at the husband's face.

"Not who - who, it doesn't matter!" answer Ken.

"Who is he, Ken?"

"Yes, I'll explain who he is to you. But at home, not here. Now we go home, okay?"

Zahra nodded, although without explanation from Ken she could already guess if Jenar was Ken's past woman.

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