My Husband's a Wasted Child

Suspecting

Afna is still in the position of her husband's embrace, now she feels relieved. What makes him upset because in different treatment, Afna can already be understood.

"We're out, yuk .. behind Grandpa's house is very spacious. Many fruit trees planted in the backyard." Take Afna and look at her husband's face.

"really? wah .. must be very cool sitting under a tree."

"Eat him, let's go back. There were many vegetable and fruit crops, grandfather never bought them. What Grandpa did was really his crop, whatever it was."

"Very good for health, not only that goes into the stomach, but also physically participate in sports. I'm so tempted to enjoy life like a grandfather, it seems really comfortable."

"I don't want to!" the answer is short and short. Even the sweet lips belonging to Afna was immediately conical.

"Why? isn't it very beautiful in the village, and very different from the city."

"If you live in the village, you will become an impromptu artist. I don't want to, anyway, if you want to live in a comfortable place. Go there, to the north pole or to the south pole. I'm sure I won't be mad."

"Here, I hug you. I will not betray you, I will not turn away from you. I have to tell you how many times, so you can trust me."

"Every day even every second, period."

"Every second? when do I shower? the eating? her sleep?"

"As far as you are,"

"Don't do it, dear .. why are you so afraid to lose me. If it turns out I'm not a good person, how about it?"

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Well! no. gabe. I was just getting carried away, he said backwards. Come on, show me where the fruit trees are."

"All right, I'll change clothes first. It's uncomfortable for me to wear, I prefer it with regular looks."

After she finished changing her clothes, Afna and Zayen immediately went to the back.

"Where are you two going?" ask the curious mother.

"You're back, Ma ..."

"Why what?" ask again.

"You see the fruit trees, Ma. Who knows if there is fruit, Afna wants mangoes."

"Oooh, Kirain Mama wants to do something. Don't take long, just wait for lunch." Reminded.

"Yes, Ma .." replied Afna, swinging her hand in her husband's hand.

Both of them are behind the house, both eyes of Afna sparkling when they see a mango tree that bears a very thick fruit. Not only that, there are orange trees as well as honey guava trees and other fruits. Both corners of Afna's lips smiled fluffy.

"Honey, you can climb, right?"

"Hem! can't."

"Cok can't do it anyway? you are not plum.." arrived his mouth was confused, intent to joke but mispronounced. Afna immediately smothered her own mouth, her face also looks frightened if the husband will be emotional.

"Friends, you mean? haem!!"

"That's not what I mean, it's not a bad thing I mean. Seriously, I don't mean to talk like that, baby .." she said in a trembling voice.

"That's it, no need to discuss. I don't like unimportant things, wasting time. Now you take a knife in the kitchen with a bowl of water to wash the mango."

"So you're not mad at me?"

"Yes, wait a minute." Afna immediately went to the kitchen to get a knife and a bowl filled with water.

"Afna, what did you take the knife for?" ask Grandma curious.

"Afna pingin mango fruit, Nek. Especially new meth, it feels more perfect."

"From the first you like mangoes, it's just fitting that your grandfather made his yard a fruit kebon."

"Grandmother could have, Afna went back again yeah, Grandma ..."

"Yes, the knife's heart is sharp."

"Yes, Nek .." replied Afna, then immediately back to enjoy the mango.

While the Grandma smiled happily, looking at her daughter's granddaughter who looked happy with her marriage.

"Mama .." call her mother Afna surprise her mother-in-law.

"Nessa, what's up?"

"What is your mom doing? let's go back to the living room."

"Mama is happy to see Mama's grandson who looks very happy, it seems that Zayen loves Afna very much. Mama can see from the way Zayen treats Afna, Zayen is so perfect for Afna." He praised his son-in-law's granddaughter.

"But Kazza's still suspicious, Grandma."

"What are the suspicions? look at it right. Zayen's attitude looks very sincere, even your sister is very comfortable with her husband. What makes you suspicious, Kazza?"

"Kazza still doesn't believe it completely, it could be Zayen's mask to anchor our family."

"Kazzah! don't talk to you. It is not good to be prejudiced that clearly you do not know it yet, it could be that your mind is being controlled by your emotions." The words of the father who arrived surprised Kazza and his Grandmother and mother Kazza himself.

"Is Papa not suspicious of Zayen's work, Papa's son-in-law? don't know, do you? same."

"That's not important, at best it's just as an introductory object of merchandise people shop. Even if Zayen was an illegal trader, it was impossible to have such a simple facility. Even the house he occupied should have a fancy word, but the reality is not." Replied the father who remained in his position to defend his son-in-law.

"Here it is, Kazza is tired of expressing opinions that have never been responded to."

"It's not so, Kazza. If you think Zayen is so mysterious, why don't you just investigate."

"Why not ask for Alfan's help alone, not Alfan was once a very reliable member of Ganan."

"Uncle Alfan alone could not find the whereabouts of his son until now, which handak what?"

"Why don't you try it, but it seems to be very busy with his work."

"What are you guys discussing? don't be so prejudiced against others." Grandpa Ferdi chimed in.

"Yes, Kazza. Maybe because Zayen looks like a thug, making you hate him. Trust me, Zayen is not who you think he is. Don't let your bad thoughts make Afna a lot of thoughts. Poor your happy sister. Did you forget, when Seyn just dumped Afna. Do you not pity Afna, if they part." Kazza's mother said she'd befall him.

"Kazza remains suspicious of Zayen, period."

"Already, already .. later what is being talked about suddenly heard it, it is not good if it happens. Now, we're back in the middle room. Soon we will have lunch, do not make the atmosphere so runyam. We won't be able to enjoy lunch with pleasure." Said the Grandma trying to mediate.

"Wait on! Papa can walk?" ask Mr. Tirta to his father.

"Yes, Papa has been able to walk, this is all thanks to Zayen. Patently, Zayen massaged this sprained leg. Papa is very proud of Zayen, any work can be done." Ferdi's grandfather replied, while Kazza just left.