My Belittle Husband

HAPPY LITTLE FAMILY (ENDING )

One year passed, now that Mita's disorder no longer exists, all of Johan's men who watch over Mita work very well.

Mas Fakhri store is growing and large, some branch stores now we have.

Habib was now over a year old, a life that used to be difficult because of the stingy nature of Mas Fakhri now I no longer feel.

"Bund, Dad's black shirt, where?"

I clucked, always like this, the habit of Mas Fakhri who could not find items that were still the same place since he first occupied this house, it did not make Mas Fakhri understand where to look.

"There's Dad, in the second-order cupboard," I said while playing with Habib.

"Nothing, Bund. Try to find it here!"

I finally stood up, leaving Habib who was busy playing with his toys on the carpet.

"Where the hell, Mas is clearly in the closet all his shirt," I told Mas Fakhri.

"Where, Mommy? How come you're not bored?"

I walked to the closet, then saw a pile of clothes belonging to Mas Fakhri's shirt.

"This is what, Dad?" tanyaku while brandishing the shirt shirt that is in search of Mas Fakhri.

"Geez, I was looking there, Bund. But how can you not see me?"

I put my shoulders down.

"Dad mah, from the beginning the habit of liking can not find the goods that are clearly the place is still the same as the first we to this house," I told Mas Fakhri.

"Hehehe, dong don't sulk, you always say that dad is nothing without Mommy" said Mas Fakhri again while kissing my forehead.

My anger faded instantly, Mas Fakhri always made me unable to endure long periods of anger at him.

"Thank you, my father's Bund will change his clothes first" he said as he entered the bathroom.

I went to the living room again, saw Habib who was now sitting on the sofa playing with his robot.

"Well, mommy's kid playing, what?" I asked Habib.

"Ain bhot, Nda," he answered in a typical child voice. (This time according to the request of my friend who chat in WA if the language is adjusted )

"Well, play robot, play mother yuk too?" take me to Habib.

Habib got off the couch and took another robot to give me.

"May, brat, Nda. Well ain brot," said Habib when he saw his father was neat with work clothes.

"Main robot father, was invited to play robot with his son," I explained to Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri smiled and sat down on the hairy carpet that I accidentally installed in the family room.

"Habib's got me playing with a robot?"

Habib nodded, then took his robot again to give to his father.

"Thank you a handsome father's son" Mas Fakhri told his son.

I smiled, thank God for all the blessings and happiness I am now feeling, may this always be my little family.

Then the room is now full of jokes and laughter and fighting robots owned by our son Habib.

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Today is the anniversary of my wedding with Mas Fakhri the third year, deliberately I make cakes and special food for our dinner later tonight.

Although I had to bother while babysitting Habib but it did not make me complain to prefer the services of a baker and caterer.

Special day, then the food served on the table must also be special from my hand to Mas Fakhri.

"Oh, Habib! The candles don't eat, son!" I panicked when I saw Habib putting the number three candle in his mouth.

"Amam, Bund, amam, umen sassy," he said pointing to the candle I had now held in my hand.

"It's not candy, son. It's not good, wek, not bitter," I replied, tricking Habib into not eating the candles he thought were candy.

"Ait? Wek, ait."

His face turned like he was trying to vomit.

Finished with the cake, now I'm struggling with cooking ingredients for dinner later.

On the table is available all the ingredients that I want to cook, there is a gold fish that I will pepes later, then vegetables gulai fern, sambal terasi with lalapan also pindang tilapia.

Although all the cuisine looks so strange if served for a dinner roamantis ala cafe or five-star restaurant, but I still prefer it like this.

Feeding Mas Fakhri on a special day, though every day I cook for my little family.

Mas Fakhri of course asked me to hire a maid, but I refused, because I wanted me to serve my husband when I came home from work and also cook my own son healthy and nutritious food.

Not wrong, if there is someone who asks for the services of a maid to help relieve homework, it all depends on the wishes of each person, as long as the husband is able and needs are fulfilled.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, all the dishes and cakes were finished cooking.

Now that I'm getting ready to take a bath and bathe Habib, Mas Fakhri may be home before Magrib.

I can heat the food when it gets cold.

After cleaning the body, Habib fell asleep, probably tired because he had been following me who was busy cooking.

I began to arrange all the food on the table, candles in the middle of the table and our three-year anniversary cake, so busy arranging food to look beautiful on the table, I didn't realize Azan Magrib had arrived.

The sound of the roar of the car rang out, I sprayed fragrant perfume all over my body to welcome Mas Fakhri.

"Assynolt, Bund. Dad's home!"

I hurried to open the door, then answered Mas Fakhri's greeting.

"Walaikumsalam, Dad. Already home, let's go in, mother has prepared bath water for Dad," I said while holding a friendly hand Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri looks mesem-mesem, probably tempted by the smell of my fragrant body and my slightly bold makeup.

"Dad's gonna take a shower if that's the case, Bund. Yes wait!"

I can only shake my head.

Not long after, Mas Fakhri was fresh with a white shirt and T-shirt inside, black jeans mounted nice on his feet.

Maybe Mas Fakhri knows that today is our anniversary, and like the last year we will pretend to eat out even if we just pretend.

It's not that Mas Fakhri can't afford to take me to a romantic dinner at a famous restaurant, it's just that let's just the two of us know that no one else needs to know and praise how romantic this couple is.

I greet Mas Fakhri with a sweet smile at the dining table, Mas Fakhri sitting next to me.

"Happy anniversary, honey. May our third marriage be forever until death do us part" Mas Fakhri said in my ear, whispering.

Then a brief kiss was placed on his lips - the halal lover Mas Fakhri.

"Happy anniversary too, Dad. I always love you until death do us part" I replied to Mas Fakhri.

Mas Fakhri and I blew candles on the cake, then fed each other.

Even though it's just like this, I'm grateful to still be able to survive and together face the grief of a marriage.

Mas Fakhri is seen taking something in his pants pocket, a red box inside which contains a necklace with diamonds in its pendant making these eyes glazed over.

"Mas....?"

My tongue is choked, let's just say I'm better but, seeing how stingy Mas Fakhri was in the past, of course this thing made me shocked.

"Here, Bund, I put this necklace, surely Mommy will look more beautiful," said Mas Fakhri then stood up to put the necklace on my neck.

Mas Fakhri hugged me from behind. kissed my nape with affection and did not get tired of being said love words that he whispered in the ear.

Really am! I was ashamed and wanted to float to the sky.

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