My Husband's a Wasted Child

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Arriving at a fairly modest house, Zayen and Afna get out of the car. The house looks small, but is able to make a couple become like each other.

Zayen stood straight next to his wife while staring fixedly at a house that bore silent witness in the domestic relations of Zayen and Afna.

At that moment, Afna changed her position and now facing her husband. Zayen who found the gaze of his wife, he immediately squinted his eyebrows like he was going to find a question.

"I feel that this house has not changed at all. Did you order someone to keep looking inhabited?" tanya Afna looked closely at her husband.

"I will always take care of this house, because it is in this house that I get what I want. Including you, I managed to get you." Zayen replied and smiled seductively.

"Hit ..." Afna just cleared her throat without saying another sentence.

"Son Zayen .." exclaimed one of the fathers who was calling him. Afna and her husband turned to the source of the voice, and he saw the middle-aged father smiling broadly at Zayen who was approaching him.

"Sir Mustache, how are you?" greeting Zayen kindly and extending his hand, Mister Mustache also received a helping hand belonging to Zayen. The two shake hands with each other.

"Just success, you are." Mister Mustache praised him, Zayen himself smiled at him.

"The moustache can be, I'm still like I used to be." Replied Zayen who did not like there was something to compliment him.

"Your wife is pregnant? well, congratulations, Zayen. Oh yes, by the way Zayen boy came to this house what is it? is this house for sale?" ask sir Mustache curious.

"No, Sir. Me and Afna alike miss the place where we once started a household from scratch." Answer Zayen.

"You think you want to sell, too bad if you want to sell." Say Mr. Mustache.

"Wah .. apparently the arrival of the young boss, nih." A man who arrived arrived arrived.

"Don't overdo it, Mr. Ridwan." Answer Zayen felt uncomfortable with the name Boss when in a simple environment.

"Sorry sir, all the goods are neatly arranged." Said a man from Zayen.

"Well, you and the others can leave right now. Let me and Mr. Ruli take care of it." Zayen answered, but his man only nodded and left the place immediately.

Both the eyes of Mr. Ridwan and Mr. Mustache were fixed on a pile of groceries in front of Zayen's modest house.

"There is an event for basic food for the people around here, sir. Hopefully it can be sufficient for the needs of the household a few days." Zayen explained.

"Son Zayen never changed until now, even though he was a rich man. Nak Zayen still has no change, the better we never expected. Earlier, I said thank you very much for the kindness of son Zayen to the surrounding community." Said the proud mister Mustache of Zayen who was never arrogant, and always remembered the distress of others.

"That's right, you're never arrogant, son Zayen. In fact, you still care about the citizens here. I really salute the personality of son Zayen, hopefully it will continue like this." Said Mr. Ridwan in praise.

"Don't overdo it, sir. Oh yes Sir, then I leave the same Mr. Mustache and Mr. Ridwan to distribute the gift of the shot to the surrounding residents. If there is still less, Mr. Ridwan and Mr. Mustache can contact my number. It's gonna be his groceries soon." Answer Zayen, then give his business card to the mister Mustache.

"All right, son Zayen. Again, I say thank you very much. May salvation and blessing always Zayen get." Said Mr. Ridwan and gave him a prayer, Zayen nodded and smiled at him.

While Afna who felt angered, on choosing to sit in the house. Afna remembered when she found her husband who was wiping his motorcycle. At a glance, the shadow of longing as if not wanting to leave the house that is making it comfortable and happy.

"What are you daydreaming about, baby?" asked Zayen who arrived to sit near his wife. Afna was shocked to hear and found her husband who was sitting nearby.

"I miss those days, I can't turn away from the past that I find so hard to leave. Ye know? I am so happy to be in this house. In fact, I can't even describe it. I miss your looks and your usual style, and your scary and threatening words to me. In fact, your cold attitude towards me makes me miss." Afna answered while looking straight ahead without looking at her husband who was clearly next to her.

"It will all be a memory for us. And so am I, I am the same. I miss you with your innocence. Even though you are never lacking in material and affection from your own family, you still have fear. It's true that I did not expect it, usually the rich will be fixated with his wealth. But, you're not at all. Even you are willing to be my wife to live in a very simple place. Is it because you always focus on your youth by studying, until you become this stupid? amazingly you can drive me crazy." Zayen said as he put his hand on his wife and remembered when he began to feel like having a full Afna.

"I don't know why myself. When I was with you when you said a sacred sentence, my body was like a magnet and felt pulled by you." Afna replies that is remembering her past when she had to marry a male figure she never knew and never imagined by her.

"Here we go, we continue at home. All at once, I'd like to tease you later." Zayen said to stop the chat.

"So, where are we going after this?" ask Afna while leaning on her husband.

"We're going home, it looks like Viko and Adelyn are coming home. If it's not noon, it's probably night." Zayen answered, then helped his wife to stand up.

"You want to talk about living in America?" tanya Afna tried to guess it.

"Yes, and you don't have to worry. Because papa didn't ask us to stay in America, papa was afraid something would happen to his future grandchildren. Will not, Viko and Adelyn will replace us." Zayen assured his wife.

"I'm sorry, baby. Because of my condition being pregnant and my stomach that looks getting bigger, so I can't grant your parents' request. If we're still given a chance, I'm ready to stay in America with you." Said Afna calmly, there was not even a sign to reject her.