Meletoy Husband, Mighty Wife

11 Adam Chap 11

Jesus Hanin! What the fuck are you !" Tegur grandmother who saw Hanin bending the body of her husband Henri. And the girl overstretched the flattened body of Henri who kept patting the mattress giving up the pain.

"Aarrrggg... Grandma, help me..."

"Pity is Henri you are so!" Grandma approached,

"She asked for a massage, so yes I did. It's called traditional village massage" Hanin explained, continuing her action with a happy face.

"Aarrrggg.... Grandma please, she's trying to kill me..." Henri's strangulation was still hysterical with the body already flipping back and forth in Hanin's kayang.

"Hanin, stop it! You're this..."

"Ha-ha-ha, yes grandma." Hanin stopped the husband's 'gift.

"You, did mama pay you to kill me slowly?" Henri grunts resentfully pointing the finger at Hanin.

"Hahaha, right. Mama Tantri did pay me for it."

"You!"

"Already, it's night, go to sleep quickly." cut the grandmother out a sound while leaving the couple upside down.

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The next morning, Hanin and the grandmother still have to face Henri's new drama. The boy did not want to go out. With the reason tired and sore after the massage by Hanin last night. Pinter he's making an alibi.

And as usual, Hanin had to be extra to make the soft bone man want to move his body. And always use food in return for her work. Because Hanin never provides food, nor any ingredients except eggs.

"Damn it's always the eggs he leaves. Does he intend to make me a whistle?" henri muttered while putting the eggs in place again. Because there are only eggs on the stock shelf.

"Nasi, not even rice. Where he was actually hiding it. Absolutely stealth!" Henri continued to lash out indistinctly.

Until inevitably Henri also joined the farm, rather than he did not eat.

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Hanin looked at her husband who was busy gossiping with the mothers in the fields. Not far from him who was harvesting radishes. Then the woody man looked at Hanin, Hanin smiled cunningly. He raised the best radishes. At the end of the base he held with his left hand, while his right hand holding a knife he stirred with the end of the radish. Until the end is cut off by a knife. While his eyes were fixed on the bird Henri and the end of the radish were cut off alternately.

Henri's eyes widened to see him, he then reflexively touched his neck. With a face that is having trouble swallowing its saliva which feels very drag. Hanin's eyes looked at Henri's eyes, then moved to the crouching center of Henri. Looking where Hanin's eyes were, Henri looked down at the center. His eyes widened and instantly covered his center in horror.

Hanin smiled to himself seeing Henri's reaction. He then continued to harvest the radishes. Because her letoy husband was back busy pulling radishes.

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Hanin put the last basket into the senile to be transported by the besieger.

"Hanine."

Hanin turned towards the voice that called out to him. An exotic skinned man approached.

"How was the harvest today?"

"Good as Adam."

The man called Adam smiled."Good, I'm happy too. You have been great from the past. Everything you hold is gonna work out well."

"Mas Adam was too complimentary." Said Hanin timidly.

"No, that's real." Adam stared intensely at Hanin."Congratulations to you."

Hanin raised his head to look at Adam's face.

"Congratulations, you're married." In the words of Adam tucked regret and unwilling.

Hanin nodded with a lowered look. The man she liked and admired in silence all this time, congratulating her on her marriage made Hanin feel pain.

"Thank you Adam." Lontar Hanin looked at Adam with his smile.

"May you be happy. Must. Must be happy."

Hanin nodded.

"Oiya. Sorry I didn't come to your wedding. I'm out of town."

"No papa."

"I still owe you a gift."

Hanin just smiled welcoming him.

"O yeah, where's your husband?" Ask Adam looking around looking for a figure that would surely sing to him.

"He's on the farm."

"Ooh.."

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On the other hand,

Henri, who saw Hanin talking to a man he did not know but was quite familiar with his wife, only looked at them with some kind of feeling. The mothers who saw Henri stupefied and not working noticed where the soft-boned man was looking.

"That's Adam's name. The village chief's son." It was Bu sum. Henri drifted the mangosteen without letting go of his gaze on the wife.

"He's handsome, right?"

"Lumayan." Henri muttered.

"Lumayan how? Adam is so handsome. He is also educated. He also likes a lot of women in this village. You don't know young master?" Timpal Bu welas joined the roar and looked at Hanin and Adam who were talking.

"I used to think Hanin would marry him." The voice of the gossip mogul's mother.

"really. They're very familiar. It seems like both have the same feeling."

"Yes, I didn't think she was even married to a relative from Mak Yun."

Henri just sighed, 'Basic! Mother-mom bigos.' thought Henri indifferently. A while later, Henri turned his head again towards Hanin. Which turned out to be still talking to Adam, the village chief's son.

Lunch time arrives. Hanin and Henri's group of mothers gather and have lunch together under a shady tree.

"So I saw Adam here,"

"Yes Bu Sum, he took some crops to sell." Obviously Hanin pinched the rice and tempeh, then put it in his mouth.

"Did she know you were married."

Hanin just commented a smile. Who does not know, the wedding is quite lively among the village. Moreover, her dowry was quite large. Of course it became a byword in the village.

"It's a pity on him, when I see him liking you..." Gumam Bu welas who was greeted by reluctance by Bu Sum.

"Sstt... " Mum Sum pointed at Henri who had eaten among them. Of course it makes Ms. Welas laugh badly.

"Yeah, but of course, the one who marries Hanin is the winner..." He muttered with an awkward smile to melt the atmosphere. Although basically, Henri does not care. Not likely.

At night, Henri just curled up on the bed, his body shivering violently. Hanin just finished cleaning up as usual teasing her. But Henri had no response. Makes Hanin unwilling to come closer out of curiosity.

She touched her husband's body. He was surprised, Henri's body was hot.

"God..."

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Henri

Hanin

Adam

Mom Tantri

papa the Henri

Her grandmother Hanin

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