My husband is not gay!

Mrs Andre 2

Brak! Ana closed the bathroom door with a little rough.

Andre laughed heartily at his wife's reaction.

'astaga, she's really cute, too,, sexy!' the appearance of Ana who uses her tee shirt only covers half her thighs as well as wet hair that decomposes to make her look fresh enough to make Andre's heart pound.

Maybe the real husband and wife is not like this, but this actually makes Andre feel more alive and his passion began to rise again. After being buried for nearly ten years because of his first love he could not have.

Andre returned to his place, sipping tea that was delayed because of the actions of his little wife, he still did not stop smiling even when he enjoyed his tea.

Then he glanced at something in the middle of the room, the suitcase belonging to his wife who was left running because of panic due to his ignorance.

It seemed like there was something in his suitcase that made him force out in such a wet state, Andre thought.

tocktock

Andre knocked on the bathroom door with the suitcase in his hand.

The deg!

Ana, who had been trying to calm her heart beat, was shocked again by the sound of knocking on the door.

'what else are people?! not enough to make people hang! if I have been suffering from heart disease for a long time! hyks!'

"An, open the door"

"why what?"

"don't you take the suitcase?!"

'astaga!' Ana patted her eel when she realized she wasn't carrying her suitcase while running in a panic.

Chequelek

Ana opened the bathroom door, just a gap and her hand stuck out.

"here!"

Andre shook his head when he saw Ana's hand outstretched asking to be given her suitcase.

Andre lifts the suitcase giving right to Ana's hand. Ana, unprepared for the weight of her suitcase, makes her almost squashed by herself.

"gig!" Ana complains to herself, before long she starts to open the bathroom door wider so that her suitcase can enter.

Andre went back to bed, this time he really wanted to rest his body.

After a while Ana came out in her nightgown suit, then went to the bed next to her husband. She had seen the calm face of her husband while asleep, this was not the first but still made her always feel amazed at the good looks of her husband.

Next day

"hey wake! he said morning lecture!" Andre patted Ana's cheek gently.

"gig!" Ana put away Andre's hand which patted her cheek then went back to sleep and hugged her.

"hey! Ana! It's bolted!" Andre patted his wife's cheek again. Ana frowned, she opened her eyes and was immediately presented with a beautiful view that was the face of her husband. Ana widened her eyes imposing her consciousness yet she still did not let go of her embrace. Andre smiled and whispered in his wife's ear.

"you can hug me again but later after dawn prayers, ok?" andre's remark made his consciousness return completely, naturally making him take off his embrace and move away.

Andre chuckles at his wife's reaction, not that he is reluctant to get a warm hug but his common sense who does not want to spend a single moment to communicate with her Robb. Andre woke up from his sleep, walking towards the bathroom. Ana, who was not yet home with what happened, sat on the bed, rubbing her face several times.

"satisfied with it?"

Ana gasped at Andre's words, she blinked her eyes a few times.

"wudu gih! no more mens, right?!" Andre continued while staring at his wife who was still dumbfounded in bed.

'astaga! why should he bring up a woman's personal matter anyway?!' Ana turned her face embarrassed by her husband's words. He got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

"want to go?" Andre said half-screamed so Ana could hear him from behind the bathroom door.

"tell!!!" answered Ana who was also half-screaming.

This is the second time Ana has been with her husband, yesterday magrib also isya they had time to pray but of course not only the two and her husband is not the priest but Agus' father. This is the first prayer for both of them. Somehow there was a vibration that Ana could not understand but that definitely made her comfortable. And also Ana did not expect that her husband was very eloquent when reading the surah in her prayer, amazed of course, her husband was a good prayer priest, unfortunately not in his household life, according to Ana.

The morning before everyone began to be preoccupied with their daily activities. Before Ana leaves she takes care of her clothes and some of her personal belongings, as she finally has her own room, after some drama with her husband who still wants her to be one room in the main room with him. The reason is of course he won't do anything to Ana unless Ana allows it. But that argument Ana broke with the agreement that they had made at one point, namely separating rooms.

Andre, who had just lost this time in an argument bending his face during their breakfast, did not even answer the question when Ana asked if he would be escorted by a driver or use an online taxi.

"ye,, Bundungan!" Andre did not reply to Ana's sneer, but Andre's gaze was enough to make Ana a little creepy. 'sadly really squirm!' inner Ana while applying jam on her bread. While having breakfast for Andre, Weni prepared. At first Ana felt strange but finally she ignored him, not her business, Ana thought. Before long Sakti arrived, picking up his boss and his best friend as well as asking for breakfast rations.

"Well, finally, Miss Andre has arrived! what's the first night in her new home, madam?"

"uhuk!" Ana chokes when Sakti suddenly says while patting Ana's back who happens to be swallowing her food.

"Ups! sorrys! are you ok?" Sakti takes a drink for Ana, one hand patting Ana's back to relieve her cough.

"hey! get away from your hands!" Andre approached Ana to pull over Sakti's hand. Sakti who felt like she was being held on reflex raised her hand.

"wow! relax bro! I'm just helping doank! nothing to say!"

"bring you!" Andre puts Sakti away from Ana and replaces Sakti patting Ana on the back. A moment later the sound of Sakti's laughter rang out. Followed by Andre's sharp gaze that made Sakti instantly speechless.

"i'm okay, I'm okay!" Ana brushed off Andre's hand which patted her back.

"you were ushered by the Priest's mang, remember! go home straight home!" Andre.

"ck!"

Andre's treatment of Ana made Weni feel uncomfortable, she even spilled the coffee glass she was about to bring to the edge of the table where Sakti was sitting.

"drag!" Sakti who was sitting immediately stood up to avoid the coffee flush so as not to hit his clothes.

"sorry mas, my hands are slippery" Weni spoke a little nervously as she tried to find a rag to clean the table.

"let me clean, mbak Weni" One of the art that has been standing on the edge of the stand ready to stand by if needed his employer finally acted by directly smearing the table that was hit by a coffee spill.

"you are, thankfully, not wearing my shirt"

"sorry"

"om, I go first!" Ana reaches out to her husband's hand to crucify him and walks out of the house in a hurry and the piece of bread is still in her mouth

"hey, An! be careful!"

Ana reciprocates by brandishing her hands and fingers forming an "ok" sign"

Andre just shook his head.