My Belittle Husband

ANGRILY

I still showed a sour face, even when Mas Fakhri was sitting in the chair where Mas Fakhri used to fill the cash book.

"Here, Deck. Why even stand up," pinta Mas Fakhri.

I just keep quiet, lazy to see Mas Fakhri who is not sensitive at all.

"Truly stand up, if tired of sitting down, Dek. Mas want to continue writing the daily cash income of the store," he said back to focus on writing.

I growled in my heart.

Pardon, Mum! Seduced a little why his wife, willingly I came here speeding amazing to the point that I feel like a famous logger who if using the left right tilt motor until it looks like a fall.

"Enak yes, Mas. Hold on to a pretty girl!" I insinuate Mas Fakhri.

Piss off! Piss off! Piss off! If now I can swallow a human, it is definitely Mas Fakhri the first person I swallow.

Mas Fakhri only saw me briefly, then continued writing while answering my innuendo.

"Well, it's not good, Deck. The good part is held by a woman who is not her own wife, just happened to be Mita suddenly holding hands with Mas, yes did not have time to digress, it could be said lucky indeed?"

Hearing Mas Fakhri's casual reply, I approached and hit him on the shoulder with the notebook on the table.

"Ouch! Deck, sick, domestic violence this is her name!" Mas Fakhri screamed as I was still vigorously beating his shoulder.

"Oh, so the senengnya Holding someone's wife!"

Mas Fakhri dodged, then his hand blocked both hands with one hand only.

Then. cup.

My face immediately reddened, my God, Mas Fakhri!

"Mas! Ish, what the hell, like ABG's son!"

I shouted, but not too loud, because I still think outside there was Jono and Mas Fakhri employees who might have come to the store.

"Well, why, kiss your own wife when you can't, right, the fall becomes a reward" said Mas Fakhri relaxed.

I could only be silent, suddenly Mas Fakhri kissed a cheek that was probably close to the corner of my lips.

Ughhhh! I felt like I was dating Mas Fakhri back in the beginning, even though there was no sweet kiss scene like this.

"Tau ah, adek want to go home, pity Habib left for a long time," said I in the end.

"The anterine, huh?"

I just nodded, it turns out my anger only got here, already got a kiss dear. Angry subsides.

Hahey! Really selling this anger cheaply.

"Yes, wait a minute, Mas clean these books first, then just take Adek home."

I waited for Mas Fakhri to finish his monthly, as well as daily, cash books at the store.

Mas Fakhri is a conscientious person, every money that comes in must be recorded to minimize fraud in the store.

"Come on," he asked while holding my hand.

I came out of the room hand in hand with Mas Fakhri, the real shame, when Mas Fakhri and I were the center of attention of the store employees and also Jono who had put on an unclear face.

"Would you go home, boss?" ask one of the employees I remember named Toni.

"Yes, want anterin wife to go home, keep the right shop, everything already knows, the prices of all the goods sold?"

"Yes, I've already. Please take his wife quietly. Bosses. Be careful on the road."

"Yes, Ton. Come on Deck, let's go home."

"Eh, borrow Jono's helmet!"

"Yes, Bang, just borrow.”

I just kept quiet and observed Mas Fakhri's interaction with his employees, although not a joking hobby of exaggeration at least Mas Fakhri is not a stiff type of Boss.

"Come, Deck. We're home."

Mas Fakhri and I boarded the matic motorbike I had brought to speed up to the store so I could drive away the shameless woman.

I got home while carrying a plastic package containing sweet martabak and also martabak duck eggs my mother's favorite.

Very different from the old Mas Fakhri, who if you go out only fried for ten thousand or at least crackers that one bal cost six thousand rupiah.

"Bas didn't come in first?" ask me when I get off the bike.

"No need, Mas go straight to the store again, the bike goes home later Mas ask Toni who delivered to the house, yes Dek."

"Yes, Mas, it's up to Mas. Come on in first, yeah, Mas."

"Awhile, Deck. Well, hape Mas Adek only hold, so Adek believe, Mas will not mess with Mita, even though she used to be a woman who almost became Mas's wife in the past," said Mas Fakhri while thrusting his postel to me.

"It's up to you to be able to do all the chat-chat from Mita," said Mas Fakhri again.

Ah, I'm speech it feels.

I took the phone in Mas Fakhri's hand, then with a timid face, I peeked at Mas Fakhri quickly.

Then before Mas Fakhri returned to his voice, I first fled into the house. Calling my dear boy.

Phew, the old bride taste this new bride her name.

I shook my own head when I realized my silly behavior and my bad thoughts earlier.

"Thank you, that spirit gift!"

I gave a smile when I heard Mas Fakhri's scream from the front porch before the sound of the motor rang and left the terrace.

I walked into the room, saw my mother who was busy playing with Habib on the bed.

"Just come home, Nduk?" ask the mother who has realized my arrival.

"Already, Buk. Auren bought a martabak for me, just ya, buk. Auren take the dishes first to the kitchen."

"Yes, Nduk."

I went to the kitchen to pick up the dishes, then put the pieces of sweet martabak, then scrambled the eggs with the gravy that I separated in a small bowl container.

"Feed the hammer first, ma'am. Auren bought Mom's favorite martabak."

"Oh, I'm bothered anyway."

"It's okay, Mom. Mumpung Mum's here."

I eat sweet martabak while Mom eats egg martabak, while fun to eat the sound of a mobile phone ringing in the pocket of my shirt reads.

Hape Mas Fakhri's.

I frowned, don't-don't chat from Mita. Well if it's true it means he hasn't been caught yet.

I opened the phone curious, sure enough. Just a few minutes passed from the incident, the woman had returned to chat Mas Fakhri.

[Mas, you don't want to live with women like that, geez. Ugly, fat maggot again no beautiful at all. I went everywhere, Mom.]

Wow, this Nantangin Mita, do not know how beautiful she was I was a girl.

Even now, even though I have children, I still have weight not far from the time I was a girl.

With great annoyance, I replied to Mita's message.

[Freely beautiful if only used to tempt men who have married.]

Send.

I clapped my hands like I was dusting, then looked satisfied at the chat I sent earlier.

Still not kapok? Then I'll make you come closer to Mas Fakhri, Mita!

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