MY MAID

IMAM POV

I am very grateful to have a beautiful wife and shelekhah like Asiyah, there used to be many who fought over the woman who is now my wife, but how lucky it is because I was chosen as her priest, I remember him saying

"Mas know why I was named Asiyah? said the father of Asiyah was a great woman who was guaranteed to enter heaven, because even though she was the wife of Pharaoh but she did not support the actions of Pharaoh, but it seems that the father was wrong because his son was married to the Imam mas, of course I'm sure you'll be just like your name, a good priest for our family"

I still remember that word very much, we talked while drinking tea in front of the wood stove because we had nothing. Now things have changed drastically, thanks to my wife. At that time we were right at the lowest point, eating a side dish of salt was common to us, I had been around looking for work but never accepted, he said, remember that time we still hold 20th lucky thousand money my wife used to work in a cake shop, finally he initiative to use the money as capital he made donuts because donuts include snacks that many people like and only use a little capital. At first he peddled the donut around the street, the money 20thousand was finally able to last a long time and even more, because my wife was creative so she also tried to make another cake, so she also tried to make another cake, at first he peddled around his trade but over time he left the store in the store and received resellers. I can't believe my wife's struggle at that time was not in vain little by little her efforts could be bigger and even survive until now. I used to go around looking for a job for months but there was nothing suitable, I worked but over time I chose to go out because of a small salary and finally chose to help my wife at home.

Until this point he really has succeeded in changing the fate of our family, but now I feel like a Pharaoh for him. I've been married quietly behind her, actually I don't want to do this, I'm already very happy with my household with Asiyah, but I also don't know why I was so eager to see our maid Rumi, rather than being a zina I ended up marrying her.

Honestly at first I didn't have any feelings, but because my wife was so aggressive towards me and yes which man could resist, for a long time I felt addicted to it I couldn't resist every touch of it. For a moment I felt like a lucky man, for the economic problems of Asiyah could easily meet all my needs, even all the needs of my family, he bore, and for my biological needs there is Rumi who can always wake up my passion, ah how happy my life was at that time.

I was thinking about divorcing Rumi, but she was pregnant, and to be honest I couldn't turn away from her, she did lose to my wife Asiyah but she could always satisfy me in bed with her sexy body, not that I do not enjoy being with Asiyah just when she came home she often complained tired when I was making love, finally not that I got service from her it was me who even had to massage her, that's why I can't resist Rumi's charm.

But lately I regret what I did first. I don't think I'm ready to lose Asiyah and Ayesa to our daughter.

Ah why Asiyah does not want to make peace anyway, after all I remain a man of attention and compassion like before is not it, why he does not accept and remain silent as if nothing happened, after all, the 10 million-a-month money I took from the profit of the store was nothing for Asiyah but that kind of money felt very meaningful to Rumi. It should be that this will relieve him instead, Asiyah does not need to bother serving me when exhausted, Rumi can also help with homework and prepare our needs as usual we admit that Rumi's cooking is so delicious, all the dishes are suitable in our tongue, so Asiyah does not need to bother preparing food either.

But it seems like it's just going to be a dream, because before I set up a plan how to tell my wife to be matched with a maid, it is precisely he himself who has known it and fate again he really does not accept this treatment of mine.