My Belittle Husband

A SURPRISE

A week passed quietly, relieved to feel when Mita no longer disturbed my family.

Habib more and more lively and funny days, I was more happy to please Mas Fakhri, all the delicious dishes I tried to cook to fill the stomach of Mas Fakhri.

Every once in a while on Sundays, this little family would go for a walk together, enjoying the wonderful success we had already felt.

The mita?

I have absolutely no news, which I heard is currently undergoing the trial of her divorce.

Mas Fakhri also, still kindly offers cooperation to Mr. Bambang, helping for Mr. Bambang can quickly repay the money that used to be given by Johan for business capital Pak Bambang.

"Dec, where's Mas' blue white shirt, huh?" ask Mas Fakhri who is still wearing a towel on his plate.

"Ck habits, Mom. Wear pants first, can. shirt clothes yes in the closet, ordinary place adek narok." I said while shaking my waist.

"Nothing, Dek. I've been looking for it," said Mas Fakhri still kekeuh.

"Times, anyway, beware if it's in his closet, I don't give rations for a week," I said a little bit upset because Mas Fakhri could not find the items that I obviously stored in a normal place without ever changing the layout.

I opened the closet, then could immediately find Mas Fakhri's blue white shirt in the bottom pile of the number two shirt.

"This is what, Mas?" askaku while showing the shirt shirt that Mas Fakhri is looking for.

Fakhri could only laugh.

"Eh, see ya, thanks Dek, Mas without Adek no anything knows," said Mas Fakhri while winking one eye flirtatious.

I can only shake my head.

"Basic, there is no ration for one week then," I said while covering the pile of unwashed dirty clothes.

"Well, Deck. No, I can't dong." Mas Fakhri's protesting voice sounded disappointed and did not accept.

I just put my shoulders indifferently, funny it feels like I can prank Mas Fakhri.

I laughed with all my might, looking at Mas Fakhri who was now pouting face while standing near the washing machine.

"Ngapain, anyway, Mas. Adek wants to be holy." I was too tired to see the sulking face of Mas Fakhri.

"Everything is off for one week" said Mas Fakhri.

I finally couldn't bear to not laugh either, Mas Fakhri instead put on a sour face.

Jesus, Mas.

"Ish, Mum. Just kidding, yeah. Already there to go to work, breakfast first," said I ordered Mas Fakhri to immediately leave for work.

"Yes, dear Adek, In a moment, Mas temenin breakfast dong, the hymn stay first," pinta Mas Fakhri spoiled.

There is just the behavior of Mas Fakhri now, sometimes it makes me feel like I have two babies in the house, yes, Habib and also his father's big baby.

"Yes, let's have breakfast first, after that, Mas must go to work, whose work spirit, adek already masakin good food for Mas every day, so that Mas work spirit," I told Mas Fakhri.

"Okay, get ready, Boss, get it done, let's hunt."

Mas Fakhri pushed my body gently from behind towards the dining table which was already available a lot of side dishes and vegetables and rice are still hot.

When the tundung meal was opened, Mas Fakhri looked at my cooking with longing eyes to immediately eat all the food at the table.

"Sit down, Mas. Just eat, do not rush to take the rice, here let the adek just get the rice. Mas tuh like the habit of hurrying when hungry," I said while taking rice and side dishes and vegetables into the dish Mas Fakhri.

Young fern vegetables or commonly called fern plants are his favorite vegetable Mas Fakhri since long ago, coconut milk blended with red-grilled chili makes appetite Mas Fakhri look explosive.

The cob fish that I fried, and there is tilapia pepes fish are also very liked by Mas Fakhri.

"Well, thank you, Dek. Mas is very happy to be spoiled like this, can-can Mas fat over time," he said while chuckling.

"Aish, Mas mah can, adek since long ago it was already smart to cook, so Mas love." I said confidently.

Today Mas Fakhri came home a little late than usual, I shriveled in wonder when not a single message was sent Mas Fakhri to me.

Usually if you want to go home, Mas Fakhri and Jono did come home last from the others.

Because usually, Mas Fakhri and Jono make sure all the goods are in a safe place and all the doors in the store are locked and the store is padlocked perfectly.

But.. It's ten o'clock at night Mas Fakhri has not yet returned home, Jono's motorbike is also not heard entering the yard to provide the key to the pick-up car that is usually always used to deliver goods.

Habib was also a little fussy tonight, Mother who had helped me soothe Habib could not also make my son stop crying, usually if Habib cried hysterically to a hiccup, Mas Fakhrilah who held.

"Your husband hasn't come home yet, Nduk?" ask the mother who also looks worried.

Maybe Mother is also afraid of anything happening to Mas Fakhri, Jono also never seen the trunk of his nose.

''No, Ma. Not usually if Mas Fakhri came home late at night not call me, Mom," I said to Mother.

"Try your phone, who knows now it's on the way home, I feel this bad, Mom" said.

I am the same, the feeling is not good since the time Mas Fakhri will leave for work I just ignore it.

Since I felt that there would be nothing, this week everything was calm and there were no significant disturbances.

Mas Fakhri always comes home on time, and always communicates smoothly every time he goes out of town or if he comes home late at night.

"It's Auren's a phone, ma'am. But Mas Fakhri's number isn't active."

Anxiety is increasingly visible on Mom's face, as well as me who is now starting to feel the fear of my heart.

Mother is still trying to calm Habib who has not stopped crying, Habib's hands occasionally pointed at the door.

I was a little surprised by that, but the panic of not getting news from Mas Fakhri made me ignore Habib's strange behavior.

"Geez, where are you?"

I took over Habib from Mom's sling because Habib was crying hysterically.

I hugged my son dearly, and then stood up because I was not calm.

Not long after the sound of my phone rang, I quickly reached for the phone in my pants pocket.

Ah, Mas Fakhri number, finally Mas Fakhri send a chat also finally.

I was just about to make a sound to tell Mom that Mas Fakhri had told me when accidentally the message was squashed and open.

Deg.

Whatisthis?

I stared in disbelief at what I was seeing.

The photo of two human figures who are both not wearing half-body clothes because it is covered in blankets makes me wide.

Fakhri and Mita.

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