My Little Hubby's

Chapter 81

"you said we had a picnic together!" saut Nanda pursed his lips sour.

"Fannykan temenku mas. He is not a stranger I reply slowly with a laugh.

''Keep going La, he's a nuisance. I guess we'll keep kayaking yesterday. I chuckled at her behavior, she whined like a child in front of me.

But that was my husband, I understood his situation but I never thought I would smile and look at him like this. Especially when at the park. His behavior at once silenced the suspicions of fanny who thought that she had been cured.

Actually I also had time to please worry, I want Nanda back to normal. But on the other hand I'm afraid that Nanda will return to normal at a time like this.

"You're alone with me, may. yuk finish your room!" take me with a laugh.

"No, take care of it yourself" he replied, then rolled over to the other side of the sofa and picked up the tv remote. No wonder he refused, m3mang basically all men are lazy. They like to watch tv rather than clean.

I went straight into Nanda's room. A musty smell immediately stung my nose as I opened the door. The slob was the first word that came to my head. Come on, are all men lazy, you son of a bitch!

I cleaned the room carefully and as quickly as possible. I fold the clothes neatly and I arrange them in the closet. The blanket and the bed sheet I replace with a new one, the old one I put in the basket for I wash later. Well this is a normal activity for me. Until I found the jackpot while changing his pillowcase. This is where Nanda hid the letter from her mother, in a pillowcase.

Assalamuailkum wb

Nanda if you read this letter from mom. That means you are old and married. Forgive me, because I can't take care of you from childhood. But I'm sure now you're a grown man and handsome like your father.

When I was pregnant with you, I was devastated by your father's behavior. He had an affair with a rich woman to fulfill his ambition. It hurt my mother when I found out. The situation gets worse when the doctor states that the brain cancer that the mother has experienced is getting worse.

Every day the state of the mother is getting weaker born and inner. Every night I pet you from the outside and pray for you. I realize I won't have the chance to take care of you, to watch you grow up, even just to see your face at birth. That's why I wrote this letter to you.

After knowing this, don't ever hate your father. Because no matter how bad he is, he's still your father. But you can't make the same mistake as your father. You have to take care of your wife and treat her well.

Howwasyourwife? isn't she very pretty. You must love her very much and want to see her happy for the rest of your life. Honey, listen to good mom. A woman needs not only material things to be happy. Women are also not a mere impingement tool. Especially just a child printer.

I love you more than anything in the world. Then how do you love your mother, look at your wife. If you want to hug mom, then hug your wife. If you want to love your mother, then love the mother of your child. He is the only one who will never leave you.

You must take care of your wife and glorify her. Sometimes a wife is angry at her husband. Trust me, he doesn't hate you. He just wants you to change for the sake of your household. If you make your wife angry, it's the same as making your mother angry. If you make her suffer, then it's the same that you make mom suffer.

I'll never forgive you if it hurts her, never. Nanda told your wife she loved her very much. One more thing you should remember. We have never met, but believe me, I have always defended you and your wife from heaven.

Waalaikumsalam.

So because of this Nanda never fought back when I scolded and hit her. My heart raced so fast. The tears in her eyes forced her to come out. For a moment I sighed, closed my eyes, jumped into my subconscious.

"You read La's letter. " That short sentence instantly broke the silence I felt. When I saw Nanda standing smiling at me. My hand moved spontaneously hiding a piece of paper behind my back.

"Mas, you want to help me clean up the room" I said trembling with a smile. Nanda didn't answer my question. He just walked over and sat next to me.

"No papa ko La. You should know the contents of the letter. I'm sorry I hid from you before." Said slowly. I don't know why I don't dare to look him in the face right now. What the hell happened to me?

"La hmmh.. I love you."

Degs...

The words finally came out of Nanda's mouth. He expressed his feelings for me. I raised my head and wanted to face him. But Nanda came back to surprise me, she was already there. I can't pronounce a single letter from my mouth.

My eyes are round seeing the lack of his teachings enjoying my lips. Nanda stole it, he stole my first kiss. Throughout the course of my life, Nanda was the only man who dared and unhesitatingly took all the most sacred moments for me.

He was the first man who dared to sleep in bed with me. He was the first man who guiltlessly measured every inch of my body. He was the first man who dared to marry me. And I really wish he was the only one who became my husband.

Now or tomorrow, I don't want to lose him. I don't want to let revenge, hate, and outrageous anger envelop us. Because I don't want to lose a man who loves me so sincerely.

I can feel the sincerity of his affection for me. This kiss interceded his love for me. Warm, warm, I could feel the warmth of his affection so sincere. I returned the warm kiss gently. I welcome the warm feeling she gave me.

''Lah, you are not papa? your face is red, why are you crying?" He asked innocently after seeing my tears flowing. I didn't even realize when my face had become red.

I laughed a little at his question, wiping my tears I looked at his face that looked very confused. Then I pulled the nape of her neck and I kissed her a little wildly again this time.

My hand won't miss embracing his shoulder and holding it tight. After a few kisses pretty much and goes alot. I hugged him so tightly on the bed. Then I whispered a short sentence right in front of his ear.

"I love you too." Somehow that sentence also came out of my mouth.

''Dad, but I love you the most." His words were loud and excited.

"yes, baby yes." I said briefly.

Moments later after a few long kisses and a tight hug. I asked Nanda to take care of her stuff and move her to my room. Oopss.our room, that's right.

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