My Husband's a Wasted Child

Anger from a Zayen

Both of Afna's parents are now in the house of Afna's husband, who is none other than Zayen Arganta.

"What kind of husband do you work with, and where do you work?" ask the curious mother.

"Suami Afna odd jobs, ma. As for where he worked, Afna did not know. Because Afna forgot to ask, forgive Afna." She replied, Afna was afraid that her parents would get angry.

"Why should you be afraid and ashamed, who chose to be made your husband. Why are you so hard to answer honestly." The mother assured.

"Papa never judge your husband by his appearance, but his attitude towards you. Although papa does not know him, but papa can investigate his personality. However, the matter of papa's work can not do the investigation. Papa only wishes, may your husband in giving his wife a living by laboring in her sweat and in a good way."

"Yes, Afna. What your father said has a point. You must be an encouragement to your husband." Said the mother also chimed in giving advice to her daughter.

"Later papa will meet your husband, and will invite him to work in the papa office. You just persuaded him, in order to work at papa's company. Even if you don't want to be in the company, your husband can hold the restaurant."

"Good, Pa. If Zayen doesn't want to, what?" because Zayen has a very strong stance."

"Well, that means your husband is really a person who has a big enough responsibility. Now papa wants to go to the office, you and mom at home. I'll come back here, just like you said."

"Yes, Pa. Well then, papa's heart is on the way."

"Thank you my daughter, ma."

"Yes, baby.heart on the way." Answered Nessa's mistress and still as before the custom of Nessa despite being a middle-aged woman still respect the husband by kissing the back of the husband's hand. While Mr. Tirta kissed the wife's forehead gently. Afna, who saw the harmony of her parents, suddenly remembered the figure of Zayen who also reminded her. Afna smiles happily when her parents look romantic.

After her father left for the office, Nessa and her mother now live.

"Darling, what did you cook for breakfast that morning?" ask the old man.

"Afna didn't cook it, Ma. It was Afna's husband who prepared breakfast, because Afna was still learning the way. After Afna had been able to use the tools, Afna prepared them." His reply explained while sitting in the lounge as well as the dining room.

Madame Nessa flirted around looking at the house inhabited by her daughter-in-law.

"Are you sure you're staying at home? you used to always be fulfilled and now you have to accept this reality."

"Mama don't have to worry about Afna, while Afna's husband can still be responsible it's much better." He answered trying not to make the mother worry about him, as much as possible Afna to show good in the eyes of her mother.

Leisurely, Seynan was already sitting leisurely while crossing her two hands in her field. Seynan was also no less handsome than her sister, although the two were not siblings. But still have similarities, everyone still thinks if the two are siblings.

"You need what Seynan came here for, isn't our cooperative relationship over. Brother Seynan and Papa have got what you want, even the two companies I have handed over to you. Let me continue my own life, brother Seynan and papa need not bother me. My job is done as you both asked."

"I'm not bod*oh! Zayen´s. I still have a job for you, jump into your in-law company. Once you can press the ok button, then leave it to me. After that, you are free if you want to continue your previous work. I'll never report you to the police."

Zayen who listened to him was very upset, and of course very furious. His blood instantly also seethed, glaring at his two eyes like an eagle. While Seynan who saw Zayen just smiled cunningly.

"Why is it not the sister who becomes Afna's wife, it will not be easier to get all her property. Big brother just*uh that, Kazza. Beres, right? there's no need for me to be your bait. What kind of threat it is, I would never want to do it. If you keep pushing, please do what you want to do. If I have to end up in the bars, it doesn't scare me. Than I have to obey the will of brother and papa. You two just play mask and I'm your mask. It's chic!!" Zayen then spit and left Seynan.

"Look, Zayen. I'm gonna make you bend your knees in front of me. Remember that! that!" threaten Seynan to her sister. Zayen himself did not care about the words of his brother. He still left the place, Zayen immediately did the bike. However, suddenly restrained by his own men.

"Boss, where are you going? how about the delivery of the goods, the people have called me many times."

"Cancel the shipment, I'm going home. Remember that! don't make the delivery if I don't tell you with my eyes on it. You hear that, now you go home." His orders, then Zayen immediately forward his motorbike at high speed, he did not care about his safety. Most importantly he quickly reached home and immediately calmed his chaotic mind.

On the way, Zayen remembered the lunch hour. Zayen immediately turned his motorcycle handlebar towards the food stalls that sell pecel, Zayen was deliberately treating his wife is very simple. He did not want to be wrong to have a wife, even though it began to be forced. Zayen still has a principle about marriage that is only enough once in a lifetime.

Not long after, Zayen had arrived at a food stall. All the women no one was appraising Zayen, because of his sinister-looking appearance. Plus the hair and hair brackets. All the girls shuddered in horror when they saw the figure of Zayen.

"Mom, buy two pecels. One was spicy, and the other was ordinary. Then there are six fried foods, three tempeh and three bakwan."

"You usually buy one, buy two. Who's it for, Zayen?" ask the seller pecel curious, because it is not as usual. Just this time Zayen bought a two-serving pecel, and that makes it wonder different spicy taste.

"Make my wife, ma'am."

"You're married? by when? why don't you tell mom."

"Just yesterday, Mom. If you want to play at home, play." Zayen answered while scratching his non-itchy forehead.

While the two women who were enjoying the soto while stroking their respective breasts, because the man she feared was married.