My Husband is Complimentary

Episode 37's

Mom seems to know how I feel. He approached me, hugging me lovingly. Patting my back slowly. Without feeling it, tears just escaped.

"You're patient, son. Mama's gonna talk to Irsyad later, so she'll pay more attention to you. Better now, you just rest. Come on Mama interracial," he asked as he moved from the chair.

I just nodded my head, it felt better, after getting a hug from Mama. We arrived at the guest room not far from the living room.

My mother was sitting on the edge of the bed with me. Rubbing my head, I smiled warmly at Mama.

My phone rang, I saw the name Laras on it. I picked it up, afraid something was important.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum. What's up Race? Tumben once called me on a weekend like this," I asked interspersed with jokes.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, that's how Rai says it! I want to make sure you take a walk, won't you?" he asked enthusiastically, I vaguely heard the voice of the man nearby.

"Where to go? I would, but I have to get permission from my husband first. Uh by the way, that's who's near you?"

"Hallo is beautiful, what's the weekend? Not in a mute room, isn't it okay?" The voice across there.

I have already memorized whose voice it is. But what makes me weird is, how can Billy be with Laras anyway? Hmmm it looks like something's wrong.

"Hallo Beb, you're still there right?" Billy's voice again, I was more astonished by his behavior. There's no boss teasing me.

"Yes-yes I'm still here, so sweet-ass Bill. O yes, why can you be the same Baras? You're messing with him again, aren't you? What hayo?" Now upside down, I teased him.

"What's? Graped her? Idih, rich there are no other girls!" I'll guess Laras' face now.

It must be very red with anger. Her pursed lips and bubbly cheeks, and funny.

"God! Who wants to be flanked with you? The heat! Oh, what a hell of me!" ketus Laras, I heard Billy's laughter at the end.

"So how's Rai, you wanna come along? I'm home again, where are you?"

"Oh, okay! I'm the same Billy is there now. Assalamu'alaikum," he concluded.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." I had a conversation with Laras, Mama seemed to want to ask something. He kept looking at me.

"Who is Rai from? Your friend?" investigate, but the tone of speech is still as gentle as before.

"From Laras Mah, office friend. He made me walk around. How huh? I want to come, but how do I get permission from Mas Irsyad. I'm afraid to bother him on the phone right now," I'm indirectly asking Mama for advice.

"You go with Rai, let's not get bored at home. Just call now, who knows. If three times contacted there is no response, if you have left, then Mama will tell the same Irsyad if she comes home," advice from Mama.

I dialed my husband's number, once unanswered, tried again, waited with a bad feeling.

I don't know what's filling my chest, it feels so claustrophobic. Finally at the last second, Irsyad answered my phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas you still haven't?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, don't know either. Why is that?"

"So Laras nelfon ngajakin street, can I come along?" I have doubts, usually Mas Irsyad rarely gives permission.

"Can you come along. Later I will follow, already yes Yang, I want to meet again. Assalamu'alaikum," he said in a hurry.

As my eyes glazed over, why was he in such a hurry? And without a second thought he allowed me to go outside without him.

"Where is my dear, does Irsyad allow it?" asked Mama who was still faithful to accompany me.

"Ngizinin, Ma. He said he'd follow her when he's done with the job." Answer me as calmly as possible. In fact, my chest was already very rumbling.

As much as I could hide the anxiety in my heart, I didn't want Mama to think about it. Let him see my household with Mas Irsyad is fine.