My Husband's a Wasted Child

Be embarrassed

Afna felt that she was no longer strong enough to withstand her drowsiness. Unwittingly, Afna falls asleep with a pulse. While the laptop is still on, Afna forgot to turn it off because of her drowsiness.

Not long after, Zayen had gone home. Slowly, Zayen stepped into the room. Seeing that his wife was fast asleep, Zayen immediately confirmed his sleeping position. Then enveloped the wife, then turned off her laptop and placed it on the table.

As she was already feeling sleepy, Zayen immediately changed her clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. When he finished, Zayen returned to bed. Feeling very tired and sleepy, Zayen pulled the blanket and turned his back to his wife and closed his eyes. Now both are the same as sleeping fast, Afna who felt cold immediately clutched on the body of the husband. For some reason, Afna felt comfortable while in the chest of Zayen's field. While Zayen himself without any rejection when his body is held by the wife.

The morning was still evening, Zayen had changed his position and faced his wife. Zayen looked at his wife's face with great clinging, and he saw her innocent face full of guilt. He should not have received a request from Mr. Tirta, until now he felt that he had made his life threatened and lacking attention.

Zayen rubbed his wife's smooth cheeks gently, then tucked her hair behind her ear. So as not to cover her pretty face, and not to forget to smile.

Afna felt a warm breath, making her wake up and wake up from her sleep. Slowly, Afna tried to open her eyes. The two look at each other in one blanket, Afna was shocked made.

With a reflex, Afna immediately got up from her bed and immediately stood on the floor.

"Let's go!!" Brug!! Afna screamed in pain as she stood unknowingly at her pain.

Zayen instantly rose from his sleep and immediately raised the grimacing Afna in pain.

"You forgot, your legs still hurt. Why are you standing so easily, I will massage back in the morning. Later around ten in the morning I will re-sequence your legs, I think there are problematic veins."

"I'm sorry, again I have to trouble you."

"If you feel that you are troubling me, then try to heal. So, you can serve me well." Afna was stunned when Zayen said to serve her well.

"Don't waste it, my mind isn't up." His words then clasped Afna's nose in a fit of anxiety.

"Yes, same. Neither did my mind arrive, I was a child." The answer is to get stuck. Zayen himself did not want to be carried away by the gripping atmosphere, he immediately lifted Afna's body to the bed.

"Hunt wash your face and brush your teeth, as usual I went to the bathroom in the back. I'll make breakfast, don't protest."

"Don't let me make breakfast. Last night I learned the cooking technique, and I wanted to practice it."

"Are there any ingredients you want to cook?" he asked while looking at her seriously.

"In the refrigerator, no one wants to work?" Afna was a little disappointed when she wanted to make breakfast but was stopped.

"Nothing, I haven't been shopping to the market. So, the fridge is empty. I just have bread and eggs, then sausage."

"alright. After breakfast with fresh bread, we leave for the market."

"Are you sure you're not ashamed? I don't want you to get to the market when you're pissed off in front of me."

"Who said I want to be like you. Without any shame and reluctance, it seems like you are a lot of friends. Even though the mothers are mothers, at least all good to you. Not like me, having friends but stabbing myself in the back."

"Yes, it's so perfect that it makes you feel imprisoned. My mom and dad never forbade me from being friends with anyone. However, my daily life is focused on learning and learning. Plus the office world, it drains me to spread my wings."

"At least it's been great, because both your parents love you so much. Afraid that your future will be bleak, at least it'll teach you a lesson."

"Yes, you're right. I was disobedient towards my mother and papa, I forced her to hold my marriage to Seyn. And sure enough, Seyn was wearing his mask. When my leg was injured, Seyn left me. And in the end Seyn married my best friend. I've been lying to him, and I don't know what it means to fool me."

"Already, you want to wash your face or nostalgia for your ex-boyfriend."

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Yes, I'm back. You better take a shower, let your body feel fresh. Later after breakfast with bread, I'll take you out to the market."

"Really, are you going to take me to the market? all right then, I'm gonna take a shower." He answered smiling fluffily, Zayen nodded and directly walked out of the room. Then go straight to the back bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, and then Zayen goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

After everything was presented at the dinner table, Zayen immediately called his wife. Seen Afna who is in trouble justifying the zipper on the back of the shirt, Afna confusion must ask for help who. There is no way Zayen, he thought. Afna still felt embarrassed and also awkward of course, to make her afraid.

"What's wrong with your shirt? are you having trouble. If yes, I will help you. That's also if you are willing, because in this house there is no one else but us. And there's no way I'm asking the neighbors for help, what do the locals say? thought we weren't husband and wife." Said Zayen who arrived surprised Afna, while Afna himself felt clumsy made.

What Zayen said there really was, there was no way Afna could ask the neighbors for help. There will be gossip material, inevitably Afna can only nemibta help the husband.

"Alright, help me to justify the zipper on my shirt. Looks like there's some hair stuck."

"Don't move, her hair will pull." Afna just nodded, herself resigned to her husband.

In front of the mirror, Afna focused on looking closely at Zayen through the mirror. As soon as the tickle, Afna noticed her husband's hairstyle that looks shabby. Although gondrong, his haircut is fairly cool. It's just, the gaze of both eyes and the bewok that sometimes looks creepy and scary.

Zayen who felt he noticed was quick to justify the zipper on Afna's shirt.

"Wait," said Afna, who stopped her husband's retreat.

"What else is it?" tanyanya is still standing behind Afna.

"Can I ask for something?" he answered, asking a little worried, Afna was afraid that her words would offend her husband.

"Say, don't beat the tele. I don't like it, say it clear and sure."

"Do you want, if I tell you to cut your hair. Not only that, thin the brew. Sorry, I'm just asking. If you mind, I'm not forcing you."

"There will be a time when I will cut my hair, and thin out the brewpubs I have."

"All right, I'll wait for him." His words were a little lethargic, while Zayen smiled faintly without the wife's knowledge.