My Belittle Husband

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Yesterday, it felt so happy, when we could walk with Mas Fakhri and our beloved baby.

Sweet couple shirt, also romantic Mas Fakhri, really feels like a dream, I feel like slapping myself if it's a dream.

But as it turns out, it's all real, and Mas Fakhri has indeed changed very far from what he used to be.

The sound of the clanking of hape that continuously rang made me realize from the sweet delusion that I just felt yesterday.

"Ck, must be from Mita, deh. Wonderful, have been given happy family friendly photos, still ngeyel! Been angry for a long time."

Without intending to reply, I only saw chat via whatsappnya which looks to display so many angry emotes and broken block.

I giggled, it was funny to make Mita dabble like this.

[Don't be arrogant, Auren! I'll take Fakhri from you, keep that!]

I just read it, then delete the chat that will only make me emotional.

Ting.

"Who else, anyway. Disturb people again sleeping Habib," I complained annoyed.

Uh, it was a message from my mother-in-law. [Ren, I'm going home later.]

I quickly replied to my in-laws message.

[Yes, Mom.]

Habib suckled while closing his eyes, my son is still fond of sleeping, waking up at four in the morning, then bathing at half six in the morning, usually I cook while welcoming him in the baby car sheat.

If you're a henchman, I usually finish cleaning the house at seven in the morning.

"Assalamualaik."

I rushed forward, maybe Mother-in-law is coming.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see a figure now standing at the door with a middle-aged man with him.

"I'm sorry, what's needed, huh?" I try to try with a relaxed tone.

"Yes, I want to baha-"

"Mita!"

The middle-aged man's voice cut off Mita's words, I just stared at them and did not let her in if it was not clear what her needs were, considering that Mita could have done anything to seize Mas Fakhri.

"Begini Bu, introduce, I am Bambang, a glassware store owner who wants to work with the store owned by Mr. Fakhri, because a few weeks ago, Mr. Fakhri had invited us to work together," said Mr. Bambang.

I nodded in understanding, then invited Mr. Bambang to enter.

When Mita was about to enter, I held her back a little.

"Where are you going?" many wonder.

"Yes, come in, Mas Fakhri is at home, so I'm the same Dad came here" Mita said with a proud tone.

I was clucking, of course I hadn't asked him to come in.

"What message is your father here and you're coming?"

Mita now put on a sour face, her body was about to break into the house when the voice of Mita's father interrupted her son.

"Mita! the polite. Why you're all in, it's none of your business." Mita's father's ruffled waist.

I laughed in my heart, sukurin. He was good at angering his own father.

Ouch duh. Poor Mita, her own father did not defend.

Not wanting any commotion in the house, I finally told him to come in. Pity also if left to stand in front of the door later that there he mengubutin green flies, as well as I respect Mr. Bambang Mita's father.

"Please sit down, sir. Let me make a drink first," I said and passed to the back.

The ringing of the hape made me rush to stir the drink.

"Taste you Mita, drink this salty tea" I said, giggling.

Only then did I miss the call that turned out to be from Mas Fakhri.

"Hello, Deck. Mr Bambang today to the house?"

"Yes, Mas. Same Mita too, don't know why she came here either." I complained annoyed.

"Yes, let it go. Later Mas soon go home, the goods that need to be taken in a large warehouse have arrived at our store, so Mas can immediately go home."

"Yes, Mas. Cepet yes, well wait for the rest of your mother also wants to go home, Mas."

"Eh, time? Is Mita home now?"

Mas Fakhri rang out there, I just laughed.

"It was before, Mom. Adek wants an anter to drink first in the future," I said ending the call.

I delivered drinks forward, then served them to my guests.

"Please drink sir, Mita," I said with a sweet smile, although it was easy to see the face of Mita whose eyes were now clearly scanning around the house ferociously.

Not long after I sat down with Mita who was now flushed with her face after swallowing the tea I made, the sound of the car Mother-in-law came.

Wow, really will happen this big scene later.

Just in case, I can immediately run carrying the sleeping Habib in the room if my mother-in-law's voice starts to bluster.

"Asalamualaikum, Habib, grandma's coming!"

Mother-in-law's voice was heard more clearly when she had now entered the living room, but her eyes were successfully opened when she saw who was sitting in the living room chair of her former child now.

"God! Why are you here?" ask the mother-in-law who now looks fierce.

I tried to calm Mother-in-law first, not good for Mr. Bambang who had begun to fidget.

"Mom, ma'am, sit down first." I led Mother-in-law to sit in a chair.

The chair that is now directly opposite Mita, Mita's face looks shrunk to see the mother-in-law who even increasingly put on a face to swallow Mita round and round right now.

"I'm sorry, ma'am before, I'm sorry if the presence of my son makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry" said Mr. Bambang with a guilty face.

I pity of course, but this son is shameless about making his own father apologize like this.

Doesn't Mita feel that her presence here is just ruining the atmosphere?

Although he had a nervous face, now Mita seems to have mastered himself again.

"Dad, what the hell, me and Dad are guests, yes it's natural to come here, after all we are guests Mas Fakhri, so it has nothing to do with the honorable Mother Ayu."

Mr. Bambang turned to his son, seen to be protesting Mita's words when my father-in-law's thunderous voice surprised me.

"Well, whoa, whoa! Of course there's a problem with this, it's not appropriate that the woman who was once my ex-child came here, it's off limits! Because I didn't know you were going to come here, I'd definitely ask my dear man to spray pest medicine on his couch, who knows if he bounced out on his own" said Mother-in-law.

I rubbed gently on Mother-in-law's shoulder, acting like a woman hurt by the presence of the Mita woman of the past Mas Fakhri.

"This pama is shameless comes after it had damaged a beautiful plant even though it was not in a fancy pot when planting it," said Mother-in-law quipped Mita.

Mita's face looks red, then her mouth looks squeaky.

"Don't let go, Mom. We're not here to see Mom, are we, Dad?"

"What if I'm here? I was afraid that Mas Fakhri would turn again to me, calm down, dear future Mother-in-law, it was certain that Mas Fakhri would return to my side.

Mr. Bambang who heard that then widened his eyes, did not believe maybe with the words of his son who blatantly wanted the husband of people despite knowing he was still the status of the wife of people.

"Mita! Don't be rude to people's houses, like immoral women!"

The mother-in-law happily put on her cynical face then returned to voice with sharp and piercing words.

"Indeed the immoral woman, thank God Fakhri did not marry a woman like you, it could have been if you were Fakhri's wife, her life even ended up being a dagger!"

Mita glared and was about to stand up to push my mother-in-law, when with a swift hand this first pushed Mita to the point of sitting back on the sofa.

Mita's father can only shake his head, maybe embarrassed to see his son who was once close to Mas Fakhri is now acting innocent, he said, it was as if leaving Mas Fakhri with a betrayal was natural.

"Mita! You better just go home, I want to discuss cooperation! Not to make a fuss over the past you've done before. Just take care of your husband there, go home," said Mr. Bambang while pulling Mita's hand.

Then Mr. Bambang pulled Mita up to the door, Mas Fakhri had been standing in the doorway with a frown and a stern look that he did not like.

Holy hooch! Dizziness has my head seen this.

It is so desperate to be a special guest in our house, just wait for what will happen, she said, I'm sure this time the discussion of cooperation will be replaced with a hot chat that has not been completed in the past first.

I don't know, I just want this to be over quickly, and Mita doesn't bother our family anymore.

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