My Old Husband

Chapter 15's

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"Eh.. Loh Tika" I grinned the horse, only realized that here with Tika.

Tika put on a sullen face "Wicked you, leave me alone in the cafe"

"Yes sorry, just met the old meeting, uh go home yuk"

Tika threw away his face, still put on an angry face, there is no other way I took out two pieces of rupiah with the picture of Soekarno-Hatta. Quickly I put it on his forehead.

The face that had been bent bent was rapidly changing, like a child who had just gotten a new shirt.

Fuck up! Friends have no morals.

We split up in front of the Mall, preferring to take an online taxi because I want to meet Mas Dewa.

Wait for me, Mas.

After lunch, the office returned to its original, busy atmosphere.

Katrin's desk is still empty, maybe she hasn't returned or is still on her way.

Without babibu, I'm sneaking into my husband's room.

A man, my husband, was sitting on the couch. His eyes were closed with his hands closed.

Maybe he was exhausted to sleep, until he did not realize my presence was now sitting next to him.

I leaned back on the sofa, looked at my sleeping husband's face, it was peaceful to look at God.

I stared fixed handsome facial structure in front of me, unconsciously my fingers have touched every inch of the face of Mas Dewa, I smiled when touching my husband's exotic lips.

Ah, even I've been used to calling him my husband.

"Eh!" pekikku, surprised because Mas Dewa suddenly bit my finger slowly.

Duh, shame me. Try here there is a mirror, surely I can see how red this face holds shame.

"You're so naughty, Aya" he took off my finger, as usual he would hold it.

"Tumben's here, what's up?"

"Ck, can't I be here, Mas's distracted?" annoyed me, when the wife comes to the office her husband should not "Mas afraid I disturb the dating time Mas same secretary Mas it yes" although in fact I know they are just pretending, even though I know they are just pretending, I don't know why I feel jealous.

Mas Dewa folds his forehead, maybe confused by my saying that is too bar bar "Loh kok sewot that, it's just nanya"

Whereas during the journey to get here, I have many words. But why after meeting Mas Dewa all become ambyar.

"You jealous?" Ask the Gods again.

"It was, but after knowing you were just pretending, I... Em me.."

Ihh, the time I have to say I'm looking forward to Mas Dewa.

"You know? Where are you from?" Mas Dewa knitted his eyebrows, he said full of probes.

"Yes, I know from Katrin.."

I haven't been able to continue my words Mas Dewa has already cut it "Ah, you can't believe it!" sentak Mas Dewa's.

I leaned my head on the shoulder of the God Mas "Mas, I'm sorry yes, I was wrong"

"You're not wrong Aya" the head of Mas Dewa leaned against my head.

"I.. I have nothing to do with Andre, I will stay away from him to keep the feelings of God"

"I don't want to restrain you Aya"

"No, I'm determined to be a good wife to you"

The Lord changed his position, sat up straight and cupped my cheeks with both hands "You sure?"

I smiled, nodding steadily to my decision.

The Lord hugged me tightly, continuing to say thank you. I guess he'll kiss me like most of the stories in the novels I read a lot.

"Let's go home"