My Old Husband

Chapter 31

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Slowly, I slapped the weak body of the Godhead. The man out there who looks so strong, gallant, and cold is now very fragile, I think.

I stripped one by one of the clothes attached to this stocky body, he did not refuse or feel ashamed. His eyes are empty.

Unlike me who is nervous half to death, even though I have done 'that'. It's still different. I chose to look the other way.

After we changed clothes, I led him back outside, to Mas Dewa's privacy room where he used to ponder.

Since my room was a mess, I asked Mr. Suganda to clean it up.

Let me stay in that room tonight, Lord, lie behind me.

I lie down, hugging him from behind.

"Relax, Mum. There I am here."

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After the incident that night, God became very cold to Aya. but Aya did not give up. She always invited her husband to talk even though the answer from the Gods was only a word or two.

For two days he stayed at home, and the work of the office was left to Samuel.

The launch of the latest product from his instant noodle company, was forced to be delayed.

"Mas," Aya touched the shoulder of the field, and,

The god who was sitting on the rattan swing near the pool, just turned his head. Then look straight ahead.

The weekend they originally planned to hangout out, had to be delayed. Mood Pak Husband is bad.

Aya walked slowly, sitting next to her husband. Lean on that shoulder by hugging the arms of the Gods.

"Do you consider me your wife, Mas."

The god turned his head, confused by his wife's question.

"If I told you I love you, would you believe me?" Aya pushed the swing slowly with her feet, making her move.

Right now, not the confession of love that God needed, his heart was completely empty.

"Share your sorrow a little, Mother. I'm right here." Aya spoke back. The god took a long breath.

The god smiled cynically, "I can make your shopping-mad mother return to her nature. Why not my mother."

"I'm sorry, Mom. But what I saw, he missed you so much. He remains in hiding for fear of his presence hurting you." Aya sat up straight, looking at her husband's sad face.

"You, don't lie to your heart, admit that you miss it, don't you?"

"Keep your bullshit!" The god rose from his seat. Aya was unable to persuade a hardened heart. It takes time for itself.

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At midnight, Aya woke up thirsty. He felt beside her. Blank.

"Where is God?"

Aya inched slowly down the bed, circulating her gaze down each corner of her room. Stay empty. There was no sign of the former activity of the gods.

He came out of his room, into his own. Niente. The gods are not there.

She then went to her husband's study, God is seen sitting on the sofa with his hands clutched in a picture frame.

Oh gosh.

Aya almost dropped it, a photo of a smiling woman looking at the camera.

That's right, she was Mama Jennifer when she was young.

Very beautiful, her nose is thick with very pliable eyelashes.

If you miss her, why don't you come for her, Mas.

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The next morning, after the long drama that Aya played, the Gods finally complied.

Accompanying his wife stopped by a lake located in the middle of the city park.

An artificial lake, there are many benches surrounding the lake.

Aya and the God sat there. He looked back and forth like he was looking for someone.

I hope it works.

"The wind is so good, Ay. Make me sleepy." Hoaamm, the gods even yawn.

Aya carried the head of the God leaning on her shoulder, "Sleep, Mas. Enjoy this atmosphere."

Cring, the phone rings.

(Where are you, baby?)

Her face was reading the message, she quickly typed in a reply

(On the park bench, next to the shoe flower), send.

Reading the reply to the message from Aya, the sender of the message walked closer. It was not difficult to find Aya's whereabouts, because she was sitting in a very strategic place.

His steps became very slow, as soon as he saw the figure of the man beside Aya from a close direction.

Instantly his body trembled, his joints even felt squeezed.

Aya immediately turned her head, finding the smell of the perfume of someone close to her.

"Mama" she said in a very slow voice, Aya nodded with a smile continuing to decorate her face.

Jennifer finally approached, a circle of tears dripping down. He was happy, eager to embrace that body.

There was no movement, it seemed like he was falling asleep very soundly, considering two days ago he was not sleeping properly.

The wind of the lake, making it more slumbering.

The girl got up from her seat by holding the head of the God, then she pulled Jennifer to take her place.

Now, it's Jennifer's shoulder that God's backrest is sleeping on.

The god squirms a little, his hand stalling involuntarily hugging the body of a woman, who he thinks is still the body of his wife. Without him knowing Aya was away.

Sitting on the bench next to him that was five meters away from them sat down.

"My son," Jennifer was happy, she longed for her son, now that kind-hearted daughter-in-law gave her such a wonderful opportunity.

He reached into the bag of clothing, pulled out his cell phone.

Cekrek, one photo he managed to make...

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Huh, readers. What will God react if he wakes up