My soul mate, my Papa Assistant

Qualmishness

Fitri came home with a very happy feeling, along the way he felt on his face was different, his lips were drawn in, he said, the sincere sanyum that he had not felt for a long time finally he could now feel back. Never did Fitri guess it turns out that her mom and dad still expect her presence in their lives.

Raihan chattered ria, with the same smile as the mother.

''mama, my stomach is now so big ma, the food was delicious. Raihan tomorrow will eat there ma!'' said Raihan while holding his stomach, his little voice sounded faint because it was carried by the wind. Raihan standing in front of Fitri on a motorcycle.

''oh yeah? Raihan's happy not?'' fitri said, his eyes focused forward. Seeing the road that is already crowded with vehicles passing by.

''fun ma, Raihan wants us to keep like this. Keep together. Raihan love same mom!'' said Raihan with a slightly slurred voice. Raihan is indeed a pretty smart child, at such a young age he already knows a lot of vocabulary.

''we both or the same papa too baby?'' ask Fitri.

''papa? Papa doesn't ma, we're alone'' Raihan replied, thinking a little.

''oh, why not papa? papa is Raihan's dad!''

''bad father, same as nini and ante Sari. They like mom. They often make mama nangis'' said Raihan, Fitri a little surprised by Raihan's response. A child as small as Raihan can see how his mother always suffered because of the actions of papa, nini and tantenya.

''they're not bad, son! Raihan do not be fierce with anyone because it is not good, later god ....''

''later Allah is angry ma''

'''Smart kid!'' reply Fitri by kissing the head of Raihan.

After that, they were silent for a while.

''the car is good, ma," suddenly Raihan said again, pointing towards the red car.

''Which car is it, baby?'' tanya Fitri.

''that's the red car in front of us. It's ma!'' reply Raihan again while pointing towards the car that was still 10 meters in front of them.

''oh that ..'' said Fitri focus on paying attention to the car that Raihan pointed to. Fitri's remarks came to a slight halt as the car passed past them. Fitri saw in the car that her husband was flirting with another woman. The same woman he had seen last night, the woman wrestled spoiled in Ibn's arms, with a friendly kiss on Ibn's cheek.

''good right ma?'' reiterate Raihan again because Fitri did not answer.

''I-Yes nice, son. Raihan just saw the person inside it?''

''no ma, Raihan will see the car is not the person. Hehehehe,''

''mama's son is now good at talking yes,''

''Raihan is already a big ma, Raihan will be a super hero to protect and keep mama''

''thank you dear, a very smart mama''' praise Fitri.

Fitri was happy to see the rapid development of his son, when he saw Ibn al-Fitr was no longer feeling pain, even though his heart beat a little fast, it was a natural thing according to him because of the status of Ibn who was still his legal husband.

Fitri has resigned, no matter what happens. Because soon she will take Raihan to her parents' house. Fitri can't imagine how Raihan's reaction will be, as he sets foot in a luxurious and stately home with cars lined up neatly in the garage. Surely Raihan will jump for joy. Raihan will be the successor in the Aditama family someday, a family that is so reluctant in the country because of its abundant wealth.

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Not long after Fitri and Raihan almost arrived at their home, lucky that Fitri's butut metic motorbike had never broken down, Fitri also feared that the bike would crash in the middle of the highway, pitying his son Raihan.

''it's Sari's ante car, isn't it?'' Show Raihan. In front of the fence there is a silver car parked.

''yes, I guess'' Fitri replied, with a mind of sorts. Just now he was feeling happy this morning, but there was something that made his mood go back bad.

The car blocked Fitri's road because it was parked right in front of the gate.

Fitri honked a few times, only then was Sari's husband sensitive, he drove a little car forward.

Sari's husband is the same as Sari's, haughty and arrogant.

Fitri entered, on the chair on the terrace of his house, Sari was sitting with the child in her arms.

Sari's face reddened to see Fitri's arrival. He stood up, with the child sounding cranky.

"Good, yes!'' sari shouted suddenly.

Fitri stopped in front of Sari with her her face, her forehead wrinkled because of Sari's speech.

''what's up?'' reply Fitri relaxed.

''from anywhere? I've been waiting here for almost half an hour?''

''I'm lazy to talk to you, this is to take care of my son. I want to go for a walk and shopping with Mas Hamka!'' said Sari, she gave her son to Fitri just like that. Forced Fitri to welcome Sari's child, because otherwise the baby girl can fall.

''hey, are you okay, Sar?!'' Bentak Fitri's.

''I want to go for a walk, mbak it fits him is deserve to be our family babu. Bye ..''s sahut Sari passed. He stepped his legs that used high hells so jumawa.

But, suddenly ...

''awwww, mbak. My leg! Pain ...!'' shouted Sari complain. He fell, Sari accidentally stepped on a slippery ceramic floor that had a puddle of rain last night.

Fitri and Raihan suddenly laughed at Sari who fell down.

''hahahahaha ..'' Fitri and Raihan's laughter broke out.

Sari felt very angry.

''mom, help me!'' sari orders ketus while holding her legs and butt that feels pain and pain.

''don't want!'' replied Fitri casually with her cynical smile.

''basic brother-in-law ugly, destitute and do not know themselves'' said Sari.

''you know, there's no manners to be a sister. You can't speak well!''

''there's no point in me talking nicely to a destitute woman like mbak''

''mas ...! Help me, mas. My legs hurt, '' cried Sari.

Her husband did not realize, as he was engrossed in her cell phone.

Fitri passed, leaving Sari who was screaming in pain. Fitri opened the door of his house. After that lock it from the inside with Sari's son in his carrier and Raihan who is wriggling on his shirt.

''this kid is innocent he doesn't know anything. Let me take care of him for today. Later that night I will prepare, tomorrow I will leave this house with the bad memories that were created in my life.'' Inner Fitri.

Meanwhile, from outside the door on the gedor loudly. It was Sari's husband.

''you fucking woman. How dare you make my wife sprain '' he said.

After a while it sounded silent. Sari has been taken away by Hamka. I don't know where they went.

Shopping, sightseeing or to a masseuse. Poor thing, the quality just knew the taste.

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While in a different place.

Ibnu and Anggia arrived at the five-star hotel, and they stepped foot into the hotel.

After they finished checking in, they set foot into the hotel room. The hand of Anggia never escaped from the hand of Ibn. He was struggling spoiled in the hands of the man who was still the husband of the person.

Once inside the room, Anggia removed one by one the buttons of Ibn's shirt. Ibn could only resign, so Anggia, she was a very aggressive woman.

''mas, why just shut up?'' anggia said, caressing Ibnu's plain chest, he sat on Ibn's lap, they sat facing each other, so close without distance.

''so on the street I saw Fitri and Raihan. Looks like Fitri also saw us'' Ibn's lethargic reply.

''just let the mas, it's good that Fitri knows. When will you divorce that woman? I can't wait to have you, baby!''

''but, our plan hasn't come through yet, dear?''

''cuckold mas. I think Fitri will remain a shame for you, he will depend on you forever mas, he is not considered the same family. I hear soon the company Aditama group will also introduce their new CEO. I'm sure Mr. Aditama has got someone else to take his place. Definitely not the Fitri, mas''

''fuckin' fuckin! I should have been his son-in-law who was entitled to be CEO at that big company' umpat Ibnu.

''dear, it is already. Fitri is not considered especially you. Let go of Fitri, then marry me. You'll be the CEO of my papa-owned company, baby!'' anggia is sure.

''really?''

''yes, honey,''

''you can indeed be relied upon Anggia, mas love you very much'' said Ibn with a slight breath stinged because of the work of Anggia. Anggia had played on the chest of Ibn's field, Ibn retaliated by removing Anggia's clothes and bra. Soon there will be a hot struggle between the two of them.