My wife's been misguided

No matter if he's glowing or not

Today my target is just to learn the ins and outs of the company. After that unplug for a short exercise in the dojang have a senior who chooses to work as a taekwondo coach.

It has been a long time not to relax the muscles, body auto stiff-rigid invited kibon dongjak doang exercise. Fortunately still routinely run around the complex every day, so not too bad feet.

My senior who is now a saboeumnim until the head bobbles.

"Where's aje, you!"

I just returned it with a grin. How about it again. The last taekwondo practice during the college era, means about eight years ago. Very old me.

Let the body not be surprised, this afternoon I doang light exercise, just a refresher. Continue to continue to his home Sodik on the border Bekasi-Jakarta, let not too far tomorrow to the boxing gym which in sharelock men so-so events earlier. Just take the original video data yesterday from the server.

As a hacker, Sodik keukeuh only deliver important data offline, not via the internet. You see, no matter how sophisticated end to end encryption, during the entirety of the Maya world, there are still gaps that can be entered or hijacked.

Sodik and I chatted on the terrace while eating martabak that I bought before reaching his house.

"Eh, there's Zian's boy." Greet a middle-aged woman who had just arrived. "When's the camera?"

"Not long ago Mak." I said as I stood kissing the middle-aged woman's hand. "Mr what's up?"

"Good boy." He answered while patting my shoulder. "Well, where's your wife? Sorry yes, yesterday my mother could not join Sodik to go to your wedding." he continued.

"Hehe, it's okay, Mom. Zian's wife again in the hospital, take care of her papa."

"Oh, are you sick? What pain?"

"Mak Tanker."

"Astaghfirullah azim." Her mother Sodik was very concerned.

"Where's it from?" I switched the conversation.

"Mother of the recitation." she replied, I replied with the Beards. "Other times bring your wife here, yes, you also want to know."

"Yes Mak, Zian bring it here sometime. But Zian can't promise me, Mom." I can't promise. Because not necessarily able to bring Nesya here.

"Zian is married, when are you?" Mother said to her son who had been sitting relaxed on the porch chair. "You want to have a grandchild."

Sodik breathed. "Yes Mak, Doain will be quick." Sodik lirih replied.

"That kept your answer. Bored of his mother." I'm holding back the laughter. Sodik could only scratch his head. "Emak go inside first, Zian, change clothes." My mother looked at me.

"Eh, yes, Mommy." Then Sodik's mother walked into the house.

"Gua wonder why people really want to have a baby!" Sodik complains while nyomot a piece of martabak.

"Hmmm..." I remember Fatih whose cheeks were red blushing. "Have you ever held a baby?" I asked Sodik.

"Not yet, who's holding the baby?" My friend answered aloud.

I'm a goatee mingled in my heart while muttering martabak. Pantes only he is that, because he has never felt the sensation of holding a baby.

"Lu style! Rich who ever carried a baby!" Sodik throws me with a plastic martabak wrap that is strung together into a small ball.

I reflexively deflected him with my arm. "Lo must cobain used to carry a baby, let's understand the taste, hahaha!" reply while laughing.

"Huh! Do you understand where it is from? Who makes babies the same? Mending cave, let's not marry but can make. My boyfriend is at least normal, hehehe."

Shithead! I turned back the plastic wrap he threw and it turned out to be too bad about the eel.

"Bro! You divorced a girl. What do you do when you turn? Lesbian girls are of no use to us guys!"

Yes, yes, anyway. There is no harm in what Sodik said. "Wait for the date, bro. Not when. Maybe next year, or if I can be more sparse."

"Lu know?" The hue of Sodik's face immediately turned serious, his voice he made low almost whispered.

"What?" ask me to be curious.

"Siska has another problem with her husband."

"Huh? What problems?" many surprised. A little in disbelief because yesterday she looked so friendly and romantic with her husband. Even to the spindle of everything in front of me.

Sodik shrugged his shoulders. "It's possible he suspects Safik's cheating."

"Huh? Is that kid cheating?"

Sodik's eyebrows lifted. "Yes, I don't know. Siska is suspicious of gitum. That's why he asked me to face Safik's WA to prove it."

"Curtain! If marriage doesn't say anything, what's the difference with cheating?"

"Different, Bro! Cheating is clearly not halal. If it's a wedding, okay, how else?"

Sodik did not accept. "Stay, same rich cheating, Bro!"

"Yes not! Marriage again does not require the consent of the first wife. His marriage is valid, even if he doesn't know the first wife."

"I'm not talking about illegitimate. But how is it. It's as if you're telling me. The wife is a soulmate. How to make a new soulmate, keep old soulmate not known?"

Sodik's explanation made me cringe. "That's your concept, Bro. I speak in the context of the teachings of Islam that I know, which I believe, also believed the Safik."

Our conversation about Safik stopped there. Next we both went into the house to sleep. The difference is that Sodik still has work, he said. So I went into the guest room and laid down my body.

Honestly, I suddenly remembered Nesya if she was sleeping alone. What else is a child? Call me, huh? No need! At most the same phone call boy so-genesis. Look out, tomorrow I make his face bonyok tuh lesbi his man.

Or mending I disturb you, so as not to continue the exposure? Ahaha! But when it comes to the phone, kaya has to call Aisyah, her voice makes a scene. If Nesya calls instead hit by spray because of disturbing him dating the same guy so-genesis, hahaha.

I finally called Nesya. Aisyah's voice made a scene, but chatting with Nesya made life more colorful. I don't think rich gini. Tell me I have no reason to call akhwat in the big hijab, hahaha.

"Hello?" The voice from across there was a bit smashed. How rich is Nesya again cold or cry?

"Hi, what else?"

"Again self-restraint so as not to call you, uh even you who call. Can we telepathize?"

Lah? This is a child that needs to be given the Gombal Award. Very happy to my heart.

"Say I want to call a guy your incident, but not picked up, hahaha," I replied.

"Udah. It was even VC."

"Why do you need to call me?" There's no answer. Just his sigh was like it was blowing in the ear. "Hello? Nesya?" He slept richly.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep enough tonight. I want to hear your voice too, Yan."

"Well, Zizil?" He giggled amusedly.

"Little Zian, so his name is Zizil."

"Don't tell me it's a teddy bear?" His clumsily voice was growing more and more heard.

"Yes, yesterday I was able to sleep with Zizil. But now I want to hear your voice," Nesya whined spoiled.

This child's base. "Now I hear my voice. Can you sleep?"

"Hmm, don't know. Don't hang up, yeah. I'm going to sleep."

Lah? And I have to do what? Holds the hape until the hand is overheated?

"Bacaine me story, dong!" Nesya asked in a clear voice.

I can only breathe. Actually, this is what happened. Nesya is missing her father. Om Surya used to read stories every night before his sleep.

"OKAY. One day, in the moon kingdom, the Princess of full light was stricken with a strange disease.."

"What's that?"

"Sst, horrified the story does not use it. Just apply!"

"Okay, I'm crashing.."

"It's been a few days that the beautiful princess can't sleep." There's a sound of restrained noise across there.

"Ih, you're hurting me!"

"Shhh! The story doesn't use it. Just apply!" I whispered, pretended to be angry.

"Yes, I'm crashing..."

I continued the story of the Light Princess and the prince of the earth with a voice that was getting smaller and smaller until just open shut up doang. Nesya ended up sleeping, the proof is that she did not protest even if I stopped talking for a long time.

"Good sleep, Nesya." Now I am ready to sleep too.

From the vent, the full moon is no longer perfectly round. A portion of it has lost sunlight. But the earth still puts it in the sky. No matter if he's glowing or not.