My Husband's a Wasted Child

Surprised

Again and again, Zayen is furious when he meets Dodi. Who else if not his close friend his brother, namely Seynan.

Zayen clenched both his hands tightly, as if to throw his fist towards Dodi. However, his fist stopped just like that. Zayen did not want his wife to misunderstand him. While Afna herself put the curiosity of an unknown figure looks greeting with her husband.

'Who was that man, seemed to look familiar and the same appearance. Both look like thugs, in terms of clothes and haircuts. But why did my husband look upset with her, did I misinterpret her. I don't think I misinterpreted it, it seems like there's a problem between the two.' His murmurs continued to try to guess the hell.

"Why are you daydreaming, is there a problem?" tanyanya.

"No, I don't have a problem. I was just curious about the man who had met you, who was that man. You don't seem to like him, is he your enemy? sorry, I didn't mean to be presumptuous. I'm just afraid, if you have enemies." Afna answered a little question because she was suspicious.

"Oooh, Dodi. Friends stay up late, there is no problem what between me and him. Maybe it's just your feeling because of his appearance which is also like me, people assume we're both market thugs." Zayen replied reasoned and it was impossible to tell the truth.

"I'm sorry, I've been prejudiced against you and your friend. I'm just scared, that's all." Said Afna feeling bad.

"It's okay, you don't know yet. It never hurts you to ask, and thank you for your concern for fearing that I might have an enemy. But believe me, I have no enemies." Zayen tried to convince his wife.

"Because I'm afraid that part of my life has enemies, that's all." He answered without realizing with his words, whether it was true from his feelings or outside of his consciousness.

'Is it really a part of your life, why am I being such a pity. Conscious Zayen, you are none other than a loser. You are still hiding who you are, be prepared if you are going to get hurt. Even a bullet is nothing to the wife's anger if she finds out who Zayen is.' Zayen muttered while looking fixedly at his wife's face.

"Hello .. why are you daydreaming." Said Afna while waving her hand in front of her husband's face.

"This is the roast chicken, son Zayen. Ooh this is your wife, very pretty. You're good at finding a wife apparently, mother thumbs up for you." His voice was pitching while putting him a portion of grilled chicken.

"Minem's mom could have." Zayen answered while sliding his rooster in front of his wife.

"Welcome to enjoy the roasted chicken, neng. Never hesitate at home mom, your husband is like his own mother's family."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Oh yes, if you know whose name is neng?" ask Minem's mother to be curious.

"My name is Afna, Mom."

"A very pretty name, like the guy. Then mom says back, neng Afna. Oh yes, the hot tea will follow. And son Zayen, the mother back would serve the others."

"Please, Mom." Zayen replied, while Afna just smiled.

After Minem's mother returned, Zayen and Afna now enjoy their lunch with grilled chicken. Both of them without making a sound, only the voices of people who whispered to talk about the figure of Afna and Zayen.

But not for both. With a leisurely enjoy the roast chicken owned by Minem's mother.

"Eh! how would you like it, Zayen married a disabled woman." Whisper someone not far from Zayen's seat.

"Yes, a thug. I know, definitely looking for a submissive wife. I can't escape and obey whatever her husband says." Answer the woman next to him.

"What do you say is that if his wife is like us, we can run away and rebel." The other one chimed in.

Zayen and Afna who heard it were very furious, his words that had passed so much that Zayen could not wait to approach the three women and beat him up.

Afna who understood the meaning of her husband's attitude, Afna tried to resist the emotions that had controlled her husband's mind. Afna did not want, her husband would look worse if he had to vent his emotions the three women who had talked about it.

"Where are you going?" she asked while pulling her husband's hand and holding her footsteps to sit back. Zayen was only able to obey his wife who asked him to return to his original position.

"I want to teach a lesson to a woman whose mouth is like a lumbering machine. Look, her words are really inappropriate for talking about a fellow woman." He answered while sitting down and looking at his wife seriously.

"I'm not angry, I don't even care what they say. If you get angry, everyone will find it easier to talk about us. Just let them talk about us, someday they'll be ashamed of themselves." Afna tried to calm her husband's emotions.

"Thank you, you reminded me. I promise, I will no longer respond to talk that is not important. Except, there are people who really will harm you. I'll do it for your safety, I promise." Zayen replied, then smiled faintly.

"Now, we finish the roast chicken. After that, I'll take you to your parents' house somewhere that'll keep you from being alone." Zayen said back.

"Alright, I'll finish this meal." Afna answered with a smile that expands.

After the two enjoyed the meal, Zayen immediately paid for the meal he had ordered. While Afna was still in his sitting position, then Zayen approached his wife and immediately carried her to the parking lot.

"Wait here, I'll get the bike."

"Well, I'll wait for you." He answered while holding his support stick.

Not long after, Zayen was already in front of his wife. Still as usual, Zayen who always carried his wife when going on his motorcycle.

For some reason, Afna became more comfortable when she hugged her husband. Afna further tightened his embrace when Zayen launched his bike. Likewise with Zayen, never thought if he got warm treatment from his wife. Even though it was only on the way by motorbike, at least Zayen could feel it. Only, neither of them dared to come clean. Zayen and Afna can only express it through deeds, not through friendly speech in general.

"Where are we going?" tanya Afna was getting curious.

"Later you will also know for yourself, for sure you will no longer be lonely." Answer Zayen who is still focused on riding his motorcycle.

After taking a long time, Zayen stopped his motorbike right in front of the gate that had changed a lot.

"What place is this, like a dorm."

"Good day, son Zayen .." greet Mr. Security guard while opening the gate.

"Just too, Mr. Soni." Answer Zayen, then return the motor to go inside.

Afna was still trying to figure out where she was going.

"Zayen!!" A woman called out to Zayen. Afna was shocked by her making, suddenly there was a voice of a woman who was calling her husband.

Zayen who felt called his name immediately got off his bike and helped his wife to stand with her support stick.

"Miss Afna."

"Vella"

Both of them were equally incredulous when meeting in the way they arrived.