My Husband's Return
Part 66 - Return of My Husband
As usual, the beautiful woman with one child, always wake up early only to prepare the needs of her son and husband, either if going to work, or even on holidays.
Salsa dip her hair origin, then go into the bathroom to wash her face also brush her teeth. He rested his hands on the sink, watching his slightly pale face.
"Geez, I forgot that Azka ngunciin," muttered Salsa.
The woman came straight out of the bathroom, making sure her husband missed the morning prayers. With a hasty step, Salsa headed towards Angkara's room and opened it slowly so as not to cause any noise.
"Where's mareka? Why is Kara's room empty?" be puzzled.
His little feet stepped wider down one by one the stairs. The feeling began to feel bad, seeing very tiny footprints on the floor, even though before going to bed he had cleaned the house.
Some time ago, Salsa and Azka returned the bi Siti to Mami at Salsa's own wishes, and Azka did not mind at all.
Despite working as the head of a motorcycle gang, Azka was never shy about helping Salsa hang clothes or sweep on the front porch, with the record Salsa will work twice, because instead of being clean, Azka only made a mess.
But the one that made Salsa happy, her husband never told her to do anything on her own, would definitely help if she could.
Long breaths began to be heard, Salsa ruffled her waist to see her son and husband sleeping in front of the TV only covered with fur carpet, without blankets or anything else.
Seeing how peaceful the handsome faces of Azka and Angkara were falling asleep. He looked down and kissed the husband.
"Darling, wakeup! Take Kara to the room and you go to bed, it's cold in here" whispered Salsa only to be muttered by her husband.
"Dear."
"Yes, Mama." Azka opened her eyes despite feeling heavy, she kissed the lips of the wife before waking up.
His sleepiness is still felt, he just slept after 2 with his son, very fond of today's holiday or he will get a scolding from his beloved wife.
"Bring Kara to the room!"
"Yes dear."
After Azka left for the room, Salsa turned on the lights of the room, and was surprised to see the tiny footprints of not only two but almost filled the room, even on the sofa also imprinted.
The steps follow where the footprints came from to reach the kitchen.
"Azka!" salsa shouted with a flushed face. Only early in the morning like this he should be treated with eyesight damage.
The kitchen of his dreams that he left in a clean state is now like an explosion of world war attacks.
The ingredients of the cake he had forgotten to keep, were now scattered on the pantry table, flour and so on falling to the floor.
Liquid chocolate becomes a masterpiece, the tiny footprints that almost touch the house. Turns out his son stepped on chocolate and ran around here and there. It can be ascertained who the biros are.
Angkara would not dare to do something if alone, certainly invited by Azka.
Salsa's breath is increasingly hunting to see the oven, in there is a very black cake. Stoves and other kitchen utensils are a mess.
The shiny pot had to be charred because of chocolate, I don't know what the two beloved men did.
"Honey, I can't sleep if I'm not in the kelonin first."
Salsa's body was warm as Azka hugged her from behind, the girl immediately turned around and reached out to her husband's ears.
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Will it be legal, will Kara's father?🧐
Big No, must comment do not want tau💩
