My Belittle Husband

TEMPTATIONS

Some say, when men are victorious with offices and abundant property, women are the temptation in the steps of a happy household trip.

Currently, Mas Fakhri of course approaches the characteristics of the man who is being successful, his trading efforts are getting more and more advanced.

Now, we even have two cars, one private car and another pick up car for our merchandise.

In the store, now also has started to build a store that is bigger than the store that used to be, the store also now has several employees who help Mas Fakhri there.

The stingy nature of Mas Fakhri has also never appeared again, but as a wife I will also not squander money.

I only shop according to the needs of the kitchen and also the needs of Mas Fakhri and Habib and my cosmetic tools were my in-laws who told me to.

Habib, the child is now crawling while playing with his toys, sometimes the child laughs happily at the sound of his toys.

"Mamak, mamam, mamam" Habib said.

I smiled, then approached my son who was busy playing alone.

"Geek, what's playing, son?" I asked Habib.

Although I knew I would not get an answer, I always spoke to my son, the response was probably just a smile and a crawling pattern when I learned of my presence.

"Come, here's mom's son, play with us."

I sat down near Habib, playing with the toy duck scattered nearby.

Habib's laughter was heard, an adorable voice typical of young children.

This is how I move every day, at home, cooking and nurturing Habib, occasionally Mas Fakhri invites me to go to unwind in between his busy guarding the store, similarly, I want to wash my eyes to see the clothes that will now be happily bought by Mas Fakhri and the cosmetics I use.

The ringing sound of the phone made me move from sitting, holding Habib to pick up the phone that reads it.

" Mas Fakhri must have been in a hurry this morning, so his phone missed, Mas Fakhri's habit did not change either," I said as I grabbed the phone on the table.

A text from an unknown number entered Mas Fakhri's phone, out of curiosity, I opened the message.

[Mas Fakhri, this is my number on the save.]

I clenched my forehead, whose number?

This is definitely a female number, but who is this woman? I'm starting to wonder.

The sound of the door being knocked on made me quickly delete the message from the unknown number, then I was with Habib to the front door to see who was coming.

"Eh, Mum. How's home?" I asked Mas Fakhri.

"Hape Mas missed, Deck. No text or incoming messages, right?" ask her with a worried-looking face.

Hearing that, I grew suspicious, lest there be something Mas Fakhri was hiding from me.

So in order to cover up what I have read and know, I shake my head.

"No, Mas. Why emang? Who wants to text or call?" tanyaku.

"Oh that, no really, Deck. Mas think there's a subscription we text or phone when the gap is left at home."

I nodded, then I handed the phone to Mas Fakhri.

"If so, go back to the store first, Dek. Dad's chest unfortunately," said Mas Fakhri kissed his two cheeks with anxiety.

"Drug, Father," I replied as I waved Habib's small hand, though there was a hooligan in my heart to Mas Fakhri who seemed to be ringing something from me.

Mas Fakhri went to the store again, driving his pick up car towards our store.

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At half-nine at night the sound of Mas Fakhri's pick-up car was heard, I who had not slept peeked at Mas Fakhri from behind the curtain that was a little kusibak.

Starting to get weird, Mas Fakhri does not usually come home at this time, I began to be suspicious.

Although it is not certain there are signs of Mas Fakhri playing with fire behind me, I still have to be vigilant.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mas Fakhri from behind the door.

I was silent for a moment, waiting a little while just opened the door for Mas Fakhri.

"Eh, Deck. Difficult to sleep, right? I'm sorry, I just got home, there's some business out of the blue."

Mas Fakhri then took a shower and dinner before going to bed, I was already lying next to Habib while playing a cell phone.

Before long, Mas Fakhri joined in a large mattress that had been replaced a few months ago, because of Habib's behavior during a chaotic sleep.

"Not sleeping, Dek. Tumben play hape, usually scorch?" ask Mas Fakhri.

I just smiled in response, Mas Fakhri went into the blanket, his phone was in the bag of pants, now put next to the pillow.

After that, maybe because of exhaustion, Mas Fakhri was slitting, slumbering into dreamland.

Right now, I took Mas Fakhri's cell phone, wanted to check if the unknown number had sent Mas Fakhri a message back.

I opened Mas Fakhri's phone with a feeling of anxiety, fearing my assumption was right about Mas Fakhri who might have started playing with fire outside there.

Sure enough, some messages from an unknown number sent another message, this time via whatsapp.

[Mas, save my number yes, don't be arrogant loh, it's been separated for a long time.]

I frowned, long separated? What the hell is that, so much chatnya.

I mumbled in my heart, who would

the woman who chat Mas Fakhri's.

I went back to scrolling the chat down, there was a reply from Mas Fakhri.

[Yes, I save, no one's arrogant, it's all the past.]

Is it the past? Could this woman be a woman in the past Mas Fakhri, then why now appear again.

Question after question popped up in my head, although Mas Fakhri's answer relieved me a little because the female chat was replied cuek by Mas Fakhri.

Again, I read a chat from a woman I don't yet know her name, and what she has to do with Mas Fakhri now.

[Kok answered, so, yes I'm sorry if I ever had to leave you. But, until now I still love you, Mas. I haven't forgotten the promise you made to marry me first.]

Gosh, wah start weird nih women chatnyaa. From the girl's chat, I was trying to dig up a memory.

But I still don't remember who this woman was.

There was no reply from Mas Fakhri, thank God. At least I don't need to cry with a wounded heart like the role of women in the beloved soap opera Emak-emak.

"Luckily Mas Fakhri reply cuek and diemin the girl this gatel, if not already there will be a third world war," said Lirih while looking at Mas Fakhri who was asleep.

Even so, I do not and do not feel safe if I do not know who this woman is, Mas Fakhri could one day be complacent because it continues to be bullied by this female centile.

"Hem, it seems like I have to do something to know who the women of Mas Fakhri's past were, ah, I can ask Mother-in-law, yes. Ah, anyway tomorrow I should already know who the mastermind behind the chat might be part of your past Mas."

For the sake of my family, and the wholeness of the people who want to damage our family, while we are enjoying our trade, it certainly triggers the envy of others, or just the closest person I don't know who.

Although I feel I have no enemies, it does not mean that problems such as envy at Mas Fakhri's efforts will not occur. So, before anything happens, I need to be vigilant.

"Just look, Mas. If until you have anything outside the house, I circumcise you again," I said softly to Mas Fakhri.

After saying that, I even giggled to myself remembering the absurd behavior I had just done, talking to the sleeping person.

I had just laid my body to sleep, when the phone I was holding rang not long after I turned on the cellular data.

I'm appalled.

Ck! That number again, just be careful waiting for a beautiful game from me, prospective seedling.

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