MY WIFE MAFIA

CHAPTER 10

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We walk down the stairs from the park tour substation view, our hands join with the message, so that the envy of young people who are on the road berbasan with us.

"Beb will go home via an alternative road yes"

"why beb, will enjoy the main road, faster and the road is also good"

"i'm afraid ja beb about the incident this morning that you made fun of" I said explaining.fear that there is a friend who did not accept the incident this morning continued to be intercepted in the street can be chili.

"Hehehe relaxed ja beb, but yes it's up to beby ajalah" he replied casually with a smile.

After taking the bike in the parking lot, we immediately glided home and took an alternative road, the path is small like a rice field road full of twists and dust, dusty, after passing through the vast sugarcane fields we finally went to the main road again.

"Thank you beb already want me to walk the streets" Viska said as she peeked at my right cheek,

"ih beby what the hell, this on the highway you know, embarrassed or seen orrang" kutersipu greedy.

"Ah care very much ma others beb, do not know also ma I right, anyways who told us to see" he replied relaxed as usual.

We stopped slowly when we were red-lighted, there was a busker approaching us, with the look of a punk kid, the body of a lot of tattoos, the face full of piercing jackets and pants full of accessories attached to a kayak bross shop walk, and the, random hair gondrong with a rame color.

"Woi lu sang what the hell, not very clear" said Viska slightly shouting.

"Ish, beby do it!!, justin aja ngapa, like him, already love two thousand let him go" cut me to Viska.

"Ah ogah beb, mending to pay for my motorcycle parking later" he said ketus.

Finally I dropped two thousand from my pants pocket and then I gave them to the busker, after saying thank you for moving to the bike behind me,

"ihhhh kok beb, the singing is not clear, the appearance is also not interesting, he is not entertaining even make people afraid hii!" I just kept quiet letting him babble.

The lights show green, we drove slowly to the Viska motorbike daycare, after reaching Viska directly down from the bonanza and salim pamit ma me by peeling the back of my hand solemnly, duh it feels so adem dihati.

"I go home first, baby" I said to Viska.

"Yes beb, hurry home beb, later if the kesorean even get scolding mbak Fatimah" he replied rather heavily separated from me.

Although the way home is one way with me, but I go first, I tancap gas quite fast so quickly get home.

I stood my bike under the banana tree in front of my house, hearing the sound of my motor, my first son, a five-year-old Ghibran, running after me.

"Ayaaaahhhh "he looks very cool, keeps scattering and glaring at me. Kuciumi her puffed cheeks and then I carried her into the house.

"Udah maem hasn't been a Ghibran?" I'm on a ghibran.

"Yah "the answer is spoiled.

"From anywhere mas, at this hour just came home, ngluyur ja no mengurusin!!" not yet entered the house, has been sprayed Fatimah, while holding a cute little sikut, aini, my second son.

I put Ghibran down and then he ran off playing by himself.

"I told you, brother, I have a secret meeting" I said, explaining as I took off my work uniform and hung in my room.

"Any reason, meetings are also usually at one hour have gone home, right, or do not-do you date with Viska??" said guess.

Duh like really the guess of this kuntilanak, I just keep quiet, anyway if served even later added semrawut and added nglantur anywhere. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and wash my face.

"Viska who is dik, you if you say do not come from dong" I answered while taking Aini's small from his lap, then I admired his puffer cheeks, little laughs happily.

"Viska his son Mr. Dullah who was a mason in this house, the rumor of the neighbors said you often screw him, often go with him" he continued nagging me.

"Don't believe the word neighbor to dik, where maybe a Viska would like me who has a wife, besides I'm not a rich person" I said reassured Fatimah.

"From being angry to continuing to mending make me coffee dikininin" continued me to end the scolding Fatimah.

While mengedumel is not clear, Fatimah moved from her seat and made my favorite coffee.

I cradled - nimang small to sleep soundly in my sling, I put a small stick to his bed.

"Here coffee mas, have you eaten yet? must have been a snack issued, Iha where was going home until the afternoon" put coffee in front of me, ask yourself in answer, exactly Dalang Wayang.

"Maen to the temen house, just chat, find out who knows there is a new business, so quickly can renovate the house" I said lying, the guy was 90% a liar.

"What business is it?, at most go on a date" said Fatimah as she brought dirty clothes to wash.

I still do not want to respond to the talk again, it is true that people have married between husband and wife established a strong inner bond and automatically feel each other, indeed, the sensitivity of the wife will increase sharply if her husband is anything or something happens.

This I have experienced repeatedly, every time I act, my wife must have a bad feeling, feel worried suddenly or given a sign through a dream, like having a sixth sense only.

As well as when I was in a relationship with Rahma, I previously told Fatimah that she had dreamed of my dried cocoa clothes being stolen by people.

Then again ahem-ahem with a new girl at the hotel, suddenly Fatimah send a message "gold again where and again why?, my mind is not good"

all the girls I was in a relationship with ended up with Fatimah's scolding, maki's insults and humiliation, so they chose to run away from me instead of receiving the excruciatingly spicy maki from Fatimah.

Among the KDRT that Fatimah did to me, the most painful for me and make me not kapok is that I can not be cheated, tragically not tuh.

I enjoy my coffee once in a while I hear my favorite cigarette suction, I see around my house is still very messy understand new house two months ago I woke up, just a pile of red brick has not stuccoed, not yet stuccoed, based on the ground there are no guest chairs, kitchen tools are also sober, the house is built as a result of Fatimah's nagging. Ah it's okay, the important thing is to take shelter from the hot sun and heavy rain.

"Eh mas last night I had a dream" suddenly Fatimah came from behind to surprise me.

"What dream did you have?"

"actually I was going to say this morning but I forgot, I dreamt my sandals were stolen"

"who stole it from, tell me not to beat it hard" I replied immediately standing handsome pretender.

"Dare to steal your sandals, do not know what hah!! if you are Prasetyo's wife the silat teacher here" I added while patting the chest.

"It's just a dream, don't belagu sok-ok an"

"lha fortunately just a dream yes dik, if in fact it is not gibeng that shines" I said in flames.

"But beware, mas, if you macem-macem again maen women do not cut your bird" he said while pinching my head slowly.

"Ssttt, slow down if you say, Aini will wake up" I said to stop the chat, not like the real dech his guess.

"But usually it's a real mas, every time I dream that model, you're cheating"

"dream is just a flower to sleep on, so that before you go to bed you pray not to dream strange" advice sok ustadz.

Finished the magrib prayer and eat, I rushed to open my pulsation outlet because all day long close not to stay the same roads Viska. just finished opening the hpku vibrating counter.

"cayank gi did not eat yet"

" again open the beb counter, yes it was already eating, if you gi make a beb" I reply immediately to the viska.

"Again kangen you cayank" I just smiled see the reply.

"Lha just met and jalan2 beb"

"don't know cayank, already missed again really, really bad pingin pingin memanjain you"

finally my prayer was answered, Viska fell into my trap and could not escape,

I smiled with satisfaction and cunning. So do not be arrogant as Prasetyo the warrior of love who is adored by women both virgins and widows.

Now viska 180° changed from a long time ago who hated me with all his rude swearing, turned to love me very much with the soul of his body. With a little trick and trickery and a little bait ended up in my sweet trap.

The story is like this, the horror!! bacain??.

It was after the first date with me, two weeks there was no news about Viska, no messages, no phone all couldn't, I asked Ida Khasanah also didn't know, even got spray Ida because it feels not campakan since knowing Viska, asudah the same Ida bleguk.

Klunting, clunting, my hape sings melodious.

"How pregnant is she"

a short message from viska.

"Woi where have you been, how have I lost tauuu"

reply me away from the question, because I was happy finally Viska contacted me.

"Monkey you, I'm pregnant know, how this is" he replied in panic.

I'm also surprised, hadduh if Viska really pregnant how? my son was a child too, just like yesterday I pregnant Rahma until now have children, and make the hottest news in the village, and my wife Fatima was mentally burdened to want to commit suicide.

I turned my otaku a little, though I was confused and confused I was trying to find a way out.

"Who are you pregnant, Vis?" reply ensure.

"Yes ama lu lah, monkey, dog lu"

still fierce reply, but want to ask for help with me.

"Crazy you, cook monkey, anjiing can get pregnant you anyway"

my reply is not to lose.

"I'm sorry, how is this going? if you know you can kill me"

reply weld.

"Alright later not help, but there are conditions" I replied seriously.

"Ah, ribet very much your life, yes what conditions??"