My Belittle Husband

FAKHRI

Today, Mas Fakhri deliberately closed the store, Sunday is now a schedule shared by Mas Fakhri.

"Dek, let's go for a walk, Mas want to take our children to walk," said Mas Fakhri after finishing breakfast.

I was astonished, holding Mas Fakhri's forehead. Not hot? Tumben is on the road.

"Not hot, tumben road?" ask me after sticking the palm on Mas Fakhri's forehead.

Fakhri laughed.

"Yes, once in a while, Deck. Now every Sunday, you two're completely yours, aren't you, Deck." Mas Fakhri spoke while playing his son who was now in his lap.

My mouth is open in disbelief, my stingy husband is now changing so much.

"Truly, yes, Mas. If so, adek also want dong given money to make to the salon, let adek more beautiful kayak Auren Hermasyah eh Aurel Hermasyah means, or not Nia Ramadhani lah, hehehe" I joke with Mas Fakhri.

"Can you really go to the salon? Tumben ngajak to the salon, as far as Mas you are usually invited by the mother or not Selvi to the salon was forced, let alone adek since long ago not too hobby to the salon," said Mas Fakhri astonished.

I just grinned, where might I tell you that all I did to hit an odd Mita.

"It's okay, Mom. Once in a while, let it look beautiful glowing that loh."

Mas Fakhri looked at me with a face that was smiling.

"Ouch, Deck. Without Adek to the salon for treatment, Mas will still love equally adek, a loyal wife accompanying Mas either like or his suffering Mas."

I was moved to hear that remark from Mas Fakhri, since marriage, Mas Fakhri is not the type of husband who likes to express his heart to his wife.

So, when I heard that remark, I felt very appreciated as Mas Fakhri's wife. I am the same, proud of this self who is still at home and hold on to the side of Mas Fakhri who used to be so stingy.

"Yes, we're done eating first, and then we're ready to go."

Mas Fakhri then carried Habib to go to the television room, I left him at the dinner table, only able to be silent to see the big changes of Mas Fakhri.

Has Mas Fakhri really changed because of me and his son? In the past, I was so suspicious that Mas Fakhri would turn out not stingy.

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As Mas Fakhri said earlier, I went to the salon for body care, I do not really understand what forms of body care because it is not often there, I do not know, and indeed since the girl and married are not very fond of going to the salon.

But, this is all in order to make Mas Fakhri more crazy about his wife, so that Mita can not take Mas Fakhri from my side according to my in-laws advice.

A few hours in the salon, I could already feel the change in this face, which was already white, now more smooth and shining.

I went out of the salon after it was finished, Mas Fakhri who was waiting for me in the waiting chair along with his son was not at all bothered by the fanfare around.

"Mas, let's go for a walk" I asked Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri opened his mouth, I frowned not understanding, why? Is there something wrong with his face?

"Mas, ish, why the hell, why even mangap it. Adek right, it becomes inferior," I said to Mas Fakhri.

"Geez, I realized Fakhri, how beautiful you are, Dek."

I smiled shyly, aih, Mas Fakhri could have praised that contains a lot of sugar.

"Ah, um, the hell time?"

Mas Fakhri nodded steadily.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, let's take three photos" Mas Fakhri asked.

I nodded, I approached Mas Fakhri and Habib, and asked someone to take a picture of us.

Mas Fakhri who sat clapping my face with Habib in our midst.

Seeing such a good photo, I thought about sending it to Mita.

I sent a picture message of our results photographed earlier, let Mita be self-aware, that as beautiful as she is, Mas Fakhri insyaallah will remain loyal to me.

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The atmosphere of the mall was as crowded as it should be, me and Mas Fakhri and our son, walking hand in hand like a happy family.

Although only a walk in the mall, I was happy, because Mas Fakhri now looks more romantic than ever.

"Mas, enter the couple's shirt store yuk? Adek pingin deh, have a triple couple shirt," I asked Mas Fakhri.

"Byeah, let's go in. We don't even have the same clothes."

Yea! I cheered happily. Finally Mas Fakhri want to have a couple shirt, he used to not want to buy the shirt at all, save money he said.

Mas Fakhri and I looked through the couple's clothes with different models and shapes on each of their clothes carvings.

Then, my choice fell on a couple shirt that is not too flashy if worn by men, a white shirt with black writing in front of the shirt that says 'Be, while the pair shirt reads 'Mine. His little t-shirt, which somehow fits Habib's size, says Happy Mama Papa.

Well, the more I like that shirt.

I guess, it wasn't too flashy when worn together, and Mas Fakhri didn't have to feel ashamed of each wearing it in a crowded place.

"Mas, buy a white couple shirt with this black inscription only, yes. Very good this is suitable for our family," I asked Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri observes the clothes I wear with that dear.

"By, Dek. It does not seem wrong choice Adek, because Mas also likes this shirt, simple, and the material is also soft," said Mas Fakhri.

I immediately called the shopkeeper, asking them to wrap the three clothes that made me fall in love with it.

Finished buying clothes, then Mas Fakhri and I decided to eat at the grilled chicken lesehan.

Since long ago, Mas Fakhri and I really prefer to eat in Lesehan, my son, since entering the mall was already sleeping in my arms.

Only then did Mas Fakhri and I decide to go home, besides being tired, I also felt sorry for Habib who was now fussy because he was tired.

In the car, suddenly Mas Fakhri grasped my hand and looked at me with a look as if thanking me.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Mas. Why?"

"Thank you."

I turned my head, looking at Mas Fakhri with a curious look.

"Thank you for that?"

"Everyone, thank you for staying by my side, also gave me a cute little angel."

I just smiled, then the face of Mas Fakhri was getting closer, the sweet and warm euphoria that I felt was now increasingly felt by the sweet kiss of Mas Fakhri.

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