My husband's a servant's son
Episode 39's
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Jaka's eyes are perfectly round, his mouth closed with one hand. And no tears escaped wetting his handsome face, "J-so ..."
"Thus ... Jaka the bastard? Hicks ... Why didn't Mom say? Why Mother always said that Dad went not know where Jaka was a child. But it turns out Jaka is a bastard and Jaka's biological father? The person who has impregnated Mother does not want to be responsible, he instead went to leave Ibu pas Jaka still in the womb? Is that? So all this time I've been holding this problem alone? Why have you been quiet all this time? Why don't you talk to Jaka?!" Jaka ruffled his hair in frustration while closing his eyes that had just continued to shed tears.
"Say the same Jaka Bu, who is baj*ng*n who does not want to be responsible for it?! Who's Ma?! Why would he do it, but not take responsibility?! And why would you want to do it too?! Arghhhh!" yelled Jaka while kicking the table that was in front of him. He sobbed while sitting his body on the floor near the bed.
Cklek!
"Joe?!" the one who came was Salma.
The girl walked with difficulty towards her husband who was ruffling his hair in frustration while putting his face on both knees which he bent.
"Why you?" salma asked worriedly.
Jaka who was still unaware of the whereabouts of his wife immediately raised his face, "Salma, you why are you here? Why don't you take a break, you'll be sick."
Salma smiled at her husband, "I was about to take a drink because I was thirsty. Uh was passing by accidentally there was a sound, you why? How crying? Is there a problem, huh?"
Hearing the question from his wife made Jaka directly bow his head, "Do you still want to be with me? I-I'm a bastard!" jaka.
Salma was stunned to hear her husband say, "-I mean?" ask again to make sure.
Jaka just fell silent while giving a diary belonging to his mother that he had read earlier with trembling hands. Salma scrunched her forehead in surprise and hesitantly picked up the book and began to read it.
"J-so, k-you ..."
"My father is a bastard! I'm dirty, surely you hate me?" jaka said as he sobbed, instead of answering Salma instead rushed to embrace her husband's trembling body.
"You don't talk like that" that's all Salma can say. He hugged Jaka tighter and stroking his back gently encouraging him to stay strong, not weak like this.
Salma stretched her arms, then looked at the handsome face before her while smiling, "Don't cry anymore dong, very crybaby anyway. Shame of marriage too, old age should have children," she said unconsciously while wiping her husband's tears.
While Jaka was silent nailing getting sweet treatment from his wife, let alone the woman in front of him saying the word 'child'. Is he ready to have a child? Why is he saying that?
"Eh, I-I mean ..." Salma was misbehaved, for the second time she humiliated herself in front of her husband.
Jaka just smiled to see the face of his girl who had been blushing, "Well want to spit up to have a child? That's why I said I was old?" goda.
"What the hell!" sibir Salma, smacking her husband's chest, "Udah ah I want to drink," she got up from her seat.
"Eh wait!"
"Why?" salma asked, turning her body.
"You just got out of the hospital, so don't move much. Do not be exhausted will be sick again," said Jaka who immediately stood up and without asking him to pay his wife.
"What are you doing anyway?" asked Salma who was surprised.
"Who are you, you've just healed" replied Jaka.
They went to the kitchen to fetch water with jokes and laughter. Yesterday Jaka continued to tease his wife.
"Mmm about the real thing?" jaka asked hesitantly.
"Ekhem, which one?" Salma asked back.
"That's why I want to have children" replied Jaka.
The blush!
"It's really a gapapa too" Salma said later, looking away, hiding her reddened face like a boiled crab.
"Hmm, what do you want to drink?" tanya Jaka switched the conversation after they reached the kitchen.
"White water."
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Morning at half seven. Now finished performing dawn prayers, Jaka prepared food for breakfast himself, his wife and also Mr. Mamat.
At this time, Jaka was busy cleaning the dirty dishes used for breakfast. While Salma who again can only pay attention to it because Jaka forbid it to move first.
"Then here I help ya," Salma persuaded because she felt bad while trying to take over the dishes and the cleaners.
"Not ka-"
"Udah gapapa, here let me just," said Salma while trying to take the plate that had been prevented by Jaka. But suddenly ...
Prangs!
"Well the plate is broken," Salma felt guilty and immediately crouched down intending to clean up the fragments of the plate.
"Aww!"
"Salmas? I said no, very stubborn anyway," said Jaka who immediately pulled gently his wife's hand to sit on the chair at the dining table. Then he passed to pick up the P3k box.
"Here is my hand first," pinta Jaka.
"Shit! Slowly," said Salma grimacing in pain as she looked at her husband's face, still blowing his wound.
"Dad, that's why if the husband says it don't be reckless. He said ngeyel anyway," said Jaka.
"Mkk ... I'm sorry," said Salma.
"Udah is done, mending you sit well here. I want to clean the broken plate first," said Jaka.
"Well, is it sitting time? Bosen dong," Salma's lips were repaid by Jaka and passed away leaving him alone.
After cleaning the broken dishes and continue washing dishes that have not been completed. Now Jaka turned to all the rooms intending to clean up, such as wiping, sweeping and mopping. Who had been followed by his wife.
Not that it is getting lighter, now the work is even increasing because Salma is always riotous. The proof was that the dishwasher was even broken, continued to fit clean the tables even mecahin flower vases, fitting the dust until the top of the sofa everything because his life is not right. Maybe if in the barin instead of clean that there is this house even more ambiguous. And now Jaka was mopping, he forced his wife to sit down.
"I helped ya," Salma's pinta.
"Do not, you sit down," again that's what Jaka said that made Salma sprained.
"But spy! Yeah, I know I can't do anything! That's why ajarin!" salma said, seizing the mop from her husband's hand.
Jaka sighed harshly, "Eh, Salma Aw-" has not finished Jaka said Salma has almost fallen.
He swiftly pulled his wife's waist and carried her into his arms so that she would not fall. Because earlier Salma was not right to squeeze the mop cloth that made the floor so slippery because of the puddle of water and made him almost fall when stepping his feet intend to mop.
Their position is very close now, not the first time Jaka helped Salma who was always careless. The girl stared intensely at the shady eyes of her husband that always made her comfortable, and she unconsciously clung her hands to the neck of the handsome man before her. His face began to approach, getting closer and ...
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