My Husband's a Wasted Child

A simple lunch

After finishing the massage, Marna's mother returned home delivered by Viko. And now Zayen and Afna were alone at home.

The house was quiet again, and it did not feel it was time for lunch. Again Afna stared at the wall clock, as if to code her husband. Zayen who understood the meaning of his wife, then Zayen immediately snatched the key of his motorbike.

"I want to take you out to eat, but it's just simple. Would you like to come along? otherwise, I won't force you."

"I'm coming, I want to eat out. Even if it's simple, I won't reject it."

"Now change your clothes, I wait outside. I want to heat my bike first, look simple. I don't like anything superfluous, even the famously rich." Zayen reminded.

"Just calm down, I won't overdo it with looks." He answered, then immediately grabbed the support stick not far from the bed.

Zayen immediately came out of his room while grabbing a jacket hanging from a clothes hanger.

Afna herself was trying to get out of her bed. Occasionally he tried to move his ankle, arriving a little in disbelief. What he did was really unexpected, that his legs did not feel so much pain.

Afna tried to stand upright in front of the mirror, trying not to hold it with a support stick. Curiosity was even more stirring, Afna tried to lean her support stick on the table.

Afna tried to stand up without a tool, Afna kept trying not to reach for her crutches. Afna looked down, her eyes focused downward. On his feet, on his right ankle.

"I'm not dreaming anymore, am I? is this the truth, and am I really healed. Although I just did the massage, I was very curious about the results of the massage from Marna's mother." His gerutu seemed to not believe.

"Aawww!! sick." Afna's shout was not so loud, Afna still endured a bit of pain.

"At least there's been a change to my injured leg, I have to keep trying to heal. I'm sure my pain can be cured. I have to be patient and eager to heal and also understand what Marna's mother said in advising me." Afna was still grumbling in front of the mirror.

After trying to survive the pain, Afna immediately took her body support. Afna immediately prepared to go out and approach her husband who was waiting outside.

Slowly, Afna moved her legs. Afna continued to try to be able to walk, although sometimes had to replace it with a tool.

At the door, Afna again put on her crutches. She is afraid of falling, and will also get a crush from her husband.

"I'm ready" said Afna.

Zayen turned to the source of the voice, and saw the wife who was standing on the porch.

"Well, if you're ready. Come on, let's go. Riding the bike is okay, right?"

"I'd rather ride the bike, it's yours. Than to ride in a car, but not his own."

Zayen smiled when he heard his wife's reply who did not feel ashamed or prestige though.

"See, I'm gonna lock the door first." Said Zayen, who then immediately locked the door.

Again, Afna noticed the appearance of her husband which is fairly simple. Zayen only wore her T-shirt and jeans, the appearance of her husband did not make Afna feel embarrassed or inferior.

"How are your legs doing, does it still hurt?" zayen asked, looking down at his wife's feet.

He saw that the middle ankle was moved by Afna. Zayen then smiled, Afna who saw her husband smiling just blushed in embarrassment.

"I promise you, I'll work hard to buy you a car. So that you will no longer have this kind of hardship, at least you can sit comfortably on the way." Said Zayen while walking towards his motorbike, precisely beside the house.

Slowly, Zayen lowered his wife on the motorcycle seat. Afna himself felt very grateful, if he did not experience injury to his feet. It could be, Afna would never feel such sincerity and great care from her husband. Afna herself does not care about the appearance of her husband, although it looks creepy and scary. However, the reality was not as imagined and seen from the appearance.

Afna really did not expect, if her husband is very good to treat his wife. In fact, not even hitting it. Never mind snapping, love is not owned by the feelings of both at that time. But Zayen was able to make his wife feel comfortable, although sometimes Afna seemed afraid of her husband's appearance.

"Don't forget, hold." Zayen reminded as he grabbed Afna's hands to wrap around her husband's waist.

Afna just nodded, gently leaning her head against her husband's back. Zayen smiled as his wife was no longer ashamed.

During the trip Afna just silent, as well as Zayen who continues to focus on riding his motorcycle.

"It turns out riding the bike was fun too, yeah." Afna's words suddenly opened her voice.

"Have you just realized it?"

"Yes, because all this time I've never felt what it's like to ride a bike."

"I guess you don't like bikes, it turns out I got the guess wrong." Said Zayen who is still focused on riding his motorcycle, and does not feel now has arrived at a food stall subscription Zayen.

Slowly, Zayen carried Afna into the room. Everyone who saw it was shocked by him, when Afna's condition was very alarming. No one did not whisper, all who saw him did not escape talking about the couple Afna and Zayen. While Zayen and Afna did not care about it, both of them remained relaxed despite hearing the words that were not pleasant in the hearts of both.

"What do you want to order? soto what a roasted chicken, or.. others." Zayen asked as he looked at his wife's face.

"I ordered a grilled chicken, it looks really good." Afna replied a little uncomfortable as she became the center of attention.

"Wait here, I'll order it." He said, Afna just nodded. Zayen immediately got up from his seat, then immediately ordered food.

"Eeeeh, son Zayen. It's been a long time never stopped by, busy with his new wife!" he said while mocking. Zayen himself only smiled faintly, then immediately ordered a meal.

"ah! Mom could have been so fucking mocked. Oh yeah, I ordered two roasted chickens and a warm tea not too sweet, that's all." Answer Zayen order.

"Alright, look forward to Zayen. Please sit back." His words again allowed Zayen to sit down.

Zayen immediately returned to his seat with his wife.

"Zayen!" someone stopped his footsteps. Zayen immediately turned to the source of the voice.

"Dodi! are you really Dodi?" Zayen immediately hugged a man who was his equal.

"Right, I heard you married into a conglomerate. Is that really the issue? or. just gossip." The whisper of Dodi in Zayen's ear.

"Know where, you.Seyn? or. my papa."

"Here we go, we arrange our meeting as usual. I'll wait for tonight, I forgot." The answer was still a little noisy, then immediately left Zayen.