Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Attention of Susan

Shopping in Singapore directly failed, but did not thwart Marsha to buy various needs of his prospective children through online. Branded goods for the needs of the baby and his own needs he imports directly from Hong Kong, Paris, and Singapore itself.

Marsha calculated the amount of her spending which was close to hundreds of millions of dollars. He bit his lips scared Zidan was angry.

Chequek.

The door of his room opened, displaying Zidan's tired face.

"Zidan, are you home?" the ipad placed on the bed welcomed the return of the husband.

"Hi, are you okay today?" Zisan sat on the sofa at the end of the bed taking off his shoes. "I cleaned my body first, huh?" Marsha nodded, folding her lips to see Zidan's back disappear behind the bathroom door.

No more than ten minutes Zidan had returned out with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. It made Marsha failed to focus, and without feeling she swallowed her saliva looking at the sixpack Zidan stomach which was drained by water dripping from her hair. Zidan smiled looking at the adorable face of Marsha who was looking at him wildly.

"Behold thou hast flooded." - he mocked with a small ruckus. Marsha snatched, but there was no shame she immediately approached and attached her body to Zidan's body. Which strong wife withholds seeing the athletic body of her husband who is so seductive.

Marsha also tiptoed to be able to stick her lips on the red lips of the very husband, lucky she got a husband who is not a smoker. Zidan immediately welcomed his wife's small waist, then his hand spread up through the twin mountains and squeezed it, giving a sense of pleasure and fishing. Then his hands moved to remove the spaghetti rope dress worn by Marsha until it was hidden under their bed, along with the towel he was wearing.

The choir is now more often heard in their room, making Zidan tired after scavenging the windfall was gone and the burden on his shoulders was felt reduced with a warm welcome from the wife.

"Baby and Mommy all right today?" wipe Zidan's stomach Marsha. The two now lean on the headboard after their hot choir ceremony with Marsha leaning on Zidan's strapping boat.

"Good Daddy."

"Hem, why aren't you shopping today?" Zidan kissed Marsha's forehead while rubbing her innocent shoulder.

"I was going somewhere. It's not so." Marsha grinned showing her rows of white teeth. Then he took his ipad.

"But I was shopping online earlier. Hee." Back to show the total shopping.

"Why should import anyway, local products are also good."

"I'm a rich businessman, wife of a rich businessman too. I'm also an influencer, when posting on social media the clothes my son wears are ordinary." he replied as he blushed his lips.

"Thus, later you will get a lot of praise from your followers, besides being beautiful, you are humble, local product lovers, it will also help the economy of our small community. No need to be branded or anything." Obviously Zidan told his wife.

"Ckk, Zidan you said that because of the large amount of bills, huh?"

Zidan smiled faintly. "Dear, that's not the problem. Try to imagine the amount of bills you spend, if to buy local products the amount will not run out that much, the rest of the money you can donate to those in need."

"Say you are stingy" Marsha said, "you know Zidan, if my family also has a special foundation of disadvantaged children, for that I also know. If this is a problem, I have rights too, I have to enjoy life."

Zidan took a breath. "OK, enjoy it baby, but promise not to use your money or you ask your family. You'll have to spend it all using my money."

"It turns out that tonight's service has a lot of tail behind it."

Marsha looked ahead, thinking whether she should be honest with Zidan, if she met Naima?

"What's the hem? is there anything you think? I'm sorry if my words offended you." Marsha turned her head, looking at Zidan.

"Zidan, if one day you ask to be released, will you release your mother?"

Zidan was silent just staring at Marsha, almost every day his wife asked about this.

"We'll talk later."

"But I want her to feel our happiness before I give birth," her whine looked up a little to see Zidan's face.

"You've eaten something, something our children want for example."

Marsha pursed her lips spoiled. "Always divert, I want grandma here."

"We'll talk about it next time. It's late, if mommy doesn't want anything, we're asleep." Bring Zidan his wife's head to the bed. He peeked at his wife's forehead first, set the temperature of the room so it wouldn't get too cold, then hugged Marsha's back. The two began to sink into a dream together.

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A special community institution for women.

The old woman continued to stare at the paper with a picture of the tiny baby. Although the baby was not born yet, but with the advancement of technology, the baby in the stomach was already visible face. His wrinkled fingers rubbed the baby's face, the salt water seeped from his once-tight eye sludge, and suddenly his body trembled in light of the sins he had committed.

"Ma, I can free Mama if you want. As a wife I want to make Zidan happy, I was sad to see him live alone, until he built a high wall on Grandpa Valent, because of the life trauma you gave him."

The words of his son-in-law kept ringing in his ears.

"Do I deserve to be free for what I've done?" Naima hugged Marsha's ultrasound paper in her arms, remembering her sins to Zidan and her father who had been exhausted by her own hands. Naima raised her hand, looked at her palm and fingers, and then she beat her hand.

"Basic bodh, fucking hands, why are you doing it? Why can you do that, he's my father, he's the one who raised me and my son." Angry at yourself.

"Basar yinting women! What the hell is Lo? don't tell me lo odegeje ya let out of the responsibility, here your task is not finished," a senior room immediately pulled Naima's hair, dragged her and hit Naima's body to hit the wall.

In one room Naima measuring 1.5×2.5 m it contains five people. And the other three friends only saw Naima without any help and mercy.

"Quick, massage my legs now." the thick, stocky senior ordered.

Naima stood up without saying her senior, and at that time her legs were stretched out by the other senior, making Naima fall again.

Hahahaha, even Naima just got a laugh.

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As usual, when going to the office and it was neat, the two couples who were drunk with romance returned to do their morning sports activities that drained a lot of energy.

"You're in the habit of making a bath again, '" said Marsha to Zidan who had just risen from above her body. Zidan chuckled with his innocent body and immediately lifted his wife's body to take her into the bathroom to bathe together a second time.

After thirty minutes they finished their bath, then Zidan immediately prepared, again Zidan did not have time to eat breakfast together, the indifferent Marsha did not mind it.

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Dikantor Zidan's. Susan went into Zidan's room, carrying a box of supplies and a cup of Zidan's coffee.

"Bapa was asked to buy breakfast, I happened to bring more supplies, but only ordinary home-cooked fried rice, sir. May Mr. Zidan like it." Susan put the box of plain black stock.

Zidan, who was checking the report files, looked up at Susan. "Thank you Susan. Why don't you buy breakfast in a normal place?"

"I'm sure you must be the same menu bagged that-that's all, so I took the initiative to bring Father breakfast, because I guess Father must not have breakfast from home."

"You know my habit, Susan." said Zidan without any suspicion, he took a box of supplies given by Susan, opened it which immediately smelled the delicious aroma of fried rice.

"Hmmm from the smell alone is delicious, I'm sure it must taste good too."

Susan smiled happily to get a compliment from Zidan. "Please try, sir. I'm sure you like." Susan pulled tissue from the table, wiped the spoon and gave it to Zidan.

Zidan scooped the fried rice, chewed it for a while, Susan saw it so deg-degan, like waiting to be judged by chef Juna.

"This is so bad, Susan. I swear it tastes like the big brother of a roadside fried rice seller, it's even better."

"Are you, sir?" Susan tilted her head making sure Zidan's praise wasn't made up or exaggerated.

Zidan nodded. "Yes, this is delicious. I haven't enjoyed gini cuisine in a long time."

"Father will have a wife, I ask masakin aja same wife Father."

"Marsha never cooks, I don't want to take her."

"Tomorrow if you want, I can make you breakfast again, you say what you want to cook?"

"No, just order it as usual." Susan just nodded, but in her heart she had already thought about the menu she would bring tomorrow.

And today Zidan is again occupied by his work, doing many meetings, and having dinner with his colleagues until he forgets to tell Marsha. At 12pm, Zidan had just finished his dinner.

"It's late, you I'll take Susan with me."

"No need, sir."

"Take this as a thank you, because you have helped me a lot to develop this hotel. If anything happens to you I'm not good."

"Yes." Yeah." Susan cheered cheerfully in heart. "The wife of the Father does not ask the Father if he comes home late?" susan asked to know more about Zidan and Marsha's household.

"Marsha's a businessman, you know? He was very understanding, let alone knowing that I was opening a new hotel."

Susan nodded, then turned to Zidan who was concentrating on the steering wheel of his car, I swear yes, after marriage, Zidand's charm doubled and increasingly captivated him. Why is it only now that he is captivated and interested in Zidan.

Is it because Zidan was rarely in the office, and more often with Marsha? So he just realized the good looks that Zidan has.

"Sir, next week we will review the project in Surabaya. It seems to take a long time. Hows it? Did I find a hotel for us to stay at?"

Zidan was silent without looking. "I think about it later, it seems like I can't go too long, Marsha is pregnant old."

"But it's important, sir."

"Let me think again." Zidan Sahut.

At one in the morning Zidan just arrived at his house. When he opened the room door, he was immediately greeted by the beautiful face of Marsha who was asleep in his dream.

Zidan went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. In no more than five minutes he was out with his t-shirt and pants. Zidan entered his wife's blanket, hugging Marsha's back.

Marsha is awake. "Enggh, Zidan are you home?" tanyanya while turning her body.

"I'm bothering you, right?" Marsha shook her head to close her body to Zidan in search of warmth. "Did you eat a lot today?"

"No, tomorrow morning I'm going to masakin instant noodles."

"Every mistress, I'm sorry I've been busy lately, and I'm not perfect for you."

"No papa, it's all for us." Marsha again closed, followed by Zidan who wrapped his hand on his wife's back.

The next morning, Susan contacted Zidan in the morning, telling him there would be an impromptu meeting with his overseas investors.

"Sorry baby, I'm in a hurry, can't make instant noodles for you." Zidan said badly while wearing his watch.

Marsha nodded, she understood that, she used to be very busy and there were often meetings or sudden meetings like this.

But when Zidan reached the office, it turns out the investor was still on his way, and will arrive in an hour.

"Sorry sir, you have made me come early" Susan said.

"Other times make sure Susan is fine, I didn't have time to make breakfast for my wife." said Zidan a little upset.

"Mother is angry with me?" susan asked pointing at herself making Zidan frown. "Sorry Sir."

"I'm not angry," said Zidan, "you can go out" he pushed open the phone to contact Marsha.

"I brought you breakfast, you haven't had breakfast, have you?" Susan didn't want to miss a chance.

"You put it on the table, I'll eat."

"I brought you a sandwich sir. My advice you eat now, so later if we start the meeting, you are full and not in a hurry."

Zidan justified Susan's suggestion. "You're right too, thank you for your concern." Zidan began eating the breakfast Susan had made. Zidan enjoyed the breakfast Susan made because of the tongue, and it again made Susan happy not to be upset.