My Husband's a Wasted Child

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Afna and her husband were preparing to leave for her uncle's place with a simple appearance.

"Darling, it's done yet?" ask the husband while grabbing his jacket on the sofa.

"Here you go, let's have breakfast." Take Afna while tidying up her appearance. Zayen and Afna immediately came out of her room for breakfast. Once in the dining room, Afna took her husband bread and peanut butter, and poured su*su into a glass.

"I'm sorry, honey. Breakfast this morning with bread and milk. You're afraid uncle waited a long time, so I'm looking for an easy one to make breakfast." Say Afna while smearing her peanut butter.

"It's okay, it's more than enough. The mother had breakfast, no need to be full. Enough stomach stuffing alone is more than enough." Zayen replied while enjoying his bread.

"Honey, where are we going on honeymoon? I can't refuse it." Afna asked while enjoying her morning breakfast.

"As for you, if you want to go abroad it is not a problem for me."

"really?" tanya Afna slightly did not believe the words of her husband.

"Right, as long as it's not in America. How about we go to Korea, it looks like there's still spring left." Zayen answered, making a choice.

"You've been to Korea, haven't you? answer." Tanya Afna made a frown.

"Yes, why? a vacation to Korea does not mean with another woman. I'm just on vacation, traveling around ginseng country. Although I didn't really go around, at least some of the places I went." Zayen explained.

"Well, I'll ask Korea if you give me a choice." Say Afna, after that immediately spend the su*sunya.

"My tree is up, my spit is spent. I'm gonna go out and heat the engine, don't forget to lock the door on the exit." Zayen reminded.

"Yes, I'd like to clean up the dining table." Reply Afna, then immediately clean the dirty glass and others on the dining table.

'Finally, my husband did not refuse to go on a honeymoon in the land of people.' His mind is happy.

The dining table looks clean, there is no food left. Afna was relieved and finally her dining room came back clean.

Afna grabbed her bag at the corner of the dining table, then grabbed it. After feeling that nothing was left behind, Afna immediately went out and left for her uncle's place.

When she saw her husband heating her motorbike, Afna felt sorry for her husband. She has a desire to work, in order to help her husband's economy.

"Honey, why are you daydreaming, do not forget to lock the door of his house. Come on, we'll go to Uncle Alfan's house." Take her husband who is ready to go.

"Yes, I forgot. I locked the door for a second." Reply Afna immediately locked the door of her house.

On the way, Afna breathed fresh air. There are still a few vehicles that pass by, Afna wants to express her wishes but is afraid the husband will be angry. Afna was restless, and only harbored him in the day.

While her husband can capture the look on his wife's face that looks to be storing something he wants to say.

Zayen lowered the speed of his motor, Zayen stopped under a very shady and cool tree.

"Darling, why stop here. Is the motor leaking? or ... There are others." Ask the wife curious.

"I saw the look on your face agitated, with you? just say it."

"Nothing, seriously. Your feelings alone are possible, sayabg." Reply Afna tried to address it.

"Yes, I answered honestly. Actually I want to work, I want to have busy." He said, then covered his mouth with his palm. Zayen only smiled when he heard the words from his wife.

"I don't allow you to work, if it's just a fatigue reliever or something else I won't forbid you." Zayen replied, then immediately took off the hand of his wife who was silencing her mouth.

"Seriously? thanks, hon. I will imitate my mother, but not to learn to make kueh. I'm going to study fashion, it's my dream that's pending." Afna said excitedly.

"It's a relief, isn't it? then we continue our journey." Answer Zayen, who then put the bike back on.

Afna was really very happy, when she got permission from her husband to develop her talent in the world of Fashion. Especially if not in terms of making clothes of various models that are good and high quality of course.

Soon, Afna and Zayen arrive at Adelyn's parents' new home. The house that will be his present residence. Both Adelyn's parents will settle in the homeland before her son is found.

"This is Uncle Alfan's house?" tanya Afna did not believe.

"Yes, this is what uncle gave me his address. Let's just ask one of the guards to be on guard." Zayen replied as he got off his bike to confirm it.

"Yes, honey. But I think it's Uncle Alfan's house, look at the logo. It says Wilyam's family, I'm sure." Saying Afna while showing the logo that reads Wilyam family.

"Then you ask the security guard to open the gate." Zayen's orders to his wife, Afna nodded and called one of the guards who was sitting relaxed.

"Sir, please open the gate. I'm his niece pama Alfan, seriously." Afna called him.

"Just open it, sir. He's Afna, Adelyn's brother." Adelyn's orders arrived already near the security guard.

"Good, Miss." Answer the security guard and open the gate immediately.

"Afna .. Finally, you came to my new house." Adelyn hugged Afna tightly, then released her back.

"Surveyard, please bring my brother's motorbike." Adelyn's orders on the security guard.

"No need, I can take him to get inside." Zayen replied chiming, then immediately forwarded his motorbike to the front of the host Alfan.

Arriving in front of the house, Adelyn's parents greeted her nephew warmly.

"Come, in. Speaking of which you two have breakfast yet? never lie, if you haven't told me. The waiter who prepares breakfast." Said the uncle.

"We both had breakfast, uncle." Reply Afna while entering the living room.

Drrrttt drrtttt sound vibration on Zayen's phone was surprising.

"Sorry Uncle and aunt, Zayen, excuse me for a minute." Zayen said it felt bad when he just entered the house was already surprised by the incoming message.

The boss! peril. There are traces that have come to our hiding place. How's this, Boss! hurry to come soon.

Such was the message Zayen received from his friend, who was none other than Viko. His mind became unsettled, agitated and certainly very anxious. Inevitably, Zayen had to go to a place that was used for the placement of goods that became merchandise.

Ready for tomorrow... Dar self dur der dor! 😄😄😄