My Husband's a Wasted Child

Candour

Both of them were still wrapped in blankets, Zayen immediately grabbed his scattered clothes.

"Aw!" Afna felt pain in her particular part and tried to hold it. Expect immediate loss of pain, and no longer feel pain.

"Why, sick?" zayen asked as he watched the wife who seemed to be enduring the pain.

"Yes, sick." Afna replied while looking down embarrassed, Zayen who saw his wife's expression immediately carried her who was still wrapped in a blanket to the bathroom. Afna could only obey her husband, she was resigned to what her husband would do to her.

After arriving in the bathroom, Zayen lowered his wife slowly.

"Don't protest, I'll help you clean up."

"But I can be alone, I don't want to make you bother." Reply to Afna who is still embarrassed.

"Already, quiet. The more you talk, the more I get tired of hearing it. Just get along with me, that's more than enough."

"I'm sorry,"

"Here, I help you remove the blanket that has wrapped your body. Soak in warm water, so that the muscles are no longer tense." Zayen gave a suggestion, while Afna just nodded.

Zayen was lifting his wife to soak in warm water, then helped the wife scrub her body with soap and at the same time with her massage. Afna felt good on her back, got a massage that was so good to feel.

After feeling that it was enough to help his wife clean up, now it was Zayen's turn to clean up. Without embarrassment or nervousness, Zayen still enjoys his bath with the aroma of soap and shampoo into one room in the bathroom.

While Afna from earlier just closed her eyes while soaking. She felt so embarrassed in the bathroom with her husband. Zayen who saw him only smiled faintly, and immediately finished his bathing ritual.

After feeling that enough was enough, Zayen immediately grabbed the towel nearby and then immediately wrapped it around his waist. And at that moment, Afna just dared to open her palm that was closing both eyes. Zayen endlessly smiled thinly, while Afna only swallowed her saliva when she saw the chest of the field belonging to her husband who was teasing her. Not only that, Afna was stunned when she saw the body of her husband who was fairly pursued and looked very stocky. Afna only realized, that her husband was a very handsome man who was covered by his very simple appearance.

"Why do you look at me that way, are you addicted to looking at me who turns out your husband is a very handsome man." Zayen said confidently, Afna herself just swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

"Who said, I think you're a fit guy. Not good looking and not bad, that's all! I think." Answer the Afna with confidence.

"ah! never mind. Come on, I'll help you finish the bath ritual. Our time is not long, after this we'll be home soon." His words directly helped his wife to complete her bathing ritual.

Afna still felt very embarrassed, plus himself without wearing a thread. After finishing the bathing ritual, Zayen immediately carried his wife and lowered her on the bed.

Zayen immediately helped his wife to put on her clothes. While Afna still feels a little pain in something.

"Here, I help you to put on your clothes. Don't refuse, I'm your husband. Even I've seen you fully, then why are you still feeling scared and nervous."

"I'm only the first time I've faced a man in this condition, so it's only natural that I still remember clearly. And of course it still imprints the pain, how can I forget." He replied innocently, Zayen who heard the words from his wife just smiled.

"Why are you smiling so, have you done it with." Suddenly Zayen stopped his wife's words and immediately silenced Afna's mouth alacriously.

"Let go, I don't mean to talk like that. Sorry, I won't repeat it." Said Afna felt guilty, actually just wanted to taunt her husband. However, the husband immediately shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I messed up your mind. Now I believe in you, that you're not as bad as you look."

After she finished wearing her clothes, Afna was helped by her husband sitting in front of the mirror. Then, Afna grabbed her hair comb. When he was about to reach for the comb, Zayen first took it.

"Here, I'm gonna brush my hair." Pinta Afna grabbed the hairbrush her husband had held.

"Don't bring it, I'll help you comb and dry your hair. You better shut up, and don't protest." Zayen answered while combing his wife's hair, so it was easy to dry.

"But you haven't changed your clothes yet, take a good look." Said Afna reminding to be an excuse.

With Zayen looking carefully at himself in front of the mirror, Zayen smiled when he saw the towel that was still wrapped around his waist. Zayen also realized, that he had not worn a thread of clothing.

"No problem, I've locked the door. It's just the two of us in this room, right? what is it for fear." Zayen replied balanced with his smile.

"Yes, at least you're wearing your clothes." She kept asking her husband to put on his clothes.

"Alright, I'll put on my clothes after I'm done helping you dry your hair." Zayen replied while continuing to remove his wife's hair, then after that it immediately helped to dry the hair and wash it.

"It's over, I want to put on my clothes." He said, then immediately picked up his clothes. As usual, Zayen only wore a t-shirt and jeans. But this time it was just the shorts she was wearing. It is relaxing and does not have much burden.

Afna who noticed the appearance of her husband also seemed to want to imitate the appearance of the husband who looks simple.

"Why are you watching me like that, are you impatient to see me with my short hair?" zayen asked in surprise.

"That's for sure, but that's not what I'm thinking." Her answer was that she still focused her gaze on her husband's appearance.

"Then, what are you thinking? no more making extreme plans, right?"

"Absolutely nothing, I only noticed your appearance that looked very simple. That's all I have in mind, nothing else."

Zayen brought himself closer to his wife.

"I don't have the guts to wear a cover like successful people in general, I'm very weak with neatness. Not that I can't do it, I just don't have the guts."

"You mean you don't have the guts, what is it? I still don't understand what you mean."

"I'm afraid, people will be disinclined and reluctant towards me. I don't need to be respected in office or anything else. And so, I have no guts. For me it is very difficult to approach people who are simple and innocent."

"That's it, you mean? you are so special I have ever known. What you said is true."

"Now you know, right? what I mean. I just want to learn from simplicity, because I myself will never know my next fate. At least I learned to live hard, when the storm hits me."