My wife's lover

chapter 114

"Mas Andre wants to go to college again?" manywould be surprised.

"Yes, yeah. I'm gonna go get a specialist. But I'm going to college on my own because I'm already working at the hospital from tomorrow."

"Well, what specialist do you want to take?" alya asked curiously.

"Specialist of internal medicine."

"Well, cool mas! If I'm gonna go get an obstetrician!" annisa Sahut.

"Lecture is not yet, already want to take a specialist," said Alina.

"Yes later! Ahhh, basic!" Annisa glances at her twin sister.

"Aamiinu. May your children achieve their goals!" wife says.

"I'll rarely be home, bun, yeah. Morning to evening in the hospital. I went to college."

"Whatever you like, I won't ban it, son!"

"Thank you, dad."

"Origin don't stay away from family! Mother does not want to be away from the children! You know, mother is getting older," said my wife lirih.

"Who said you were old? Mother is young, really!" said Andre.

"Yes, my mother is not old!"

"Fifty-five years of youth?"

I hugged my wife, "Nobody said you were old, baby!"

"Duuhh, a very romantic father is the same mother. If I have a husband, I want one like Dad!" chirps Alina.

"Iiihh, still in school think you have a husband? Yes, Alina tell me to get married fast, yeah!" ledek Annisa while sticking out her tongue.

"Annisa! You asked for a quick wedding!"

"Come on, you!"

"It has. I don't like my kids fighting!" my firmness.

"Annisa starts first, yeah!"

I glanced at my daughter, "Annisa?"

"Hhh, yes. Alina, sorry. It's just a joke, anyway. So serious!" annisa sebal.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Ah ah, I'm going to go out first!" pamit Andre's.

"Where are you going, mom? Come donk!" alina Pinta.

"Iihh, why go with everything?" annisa protests.

"Let's go! Weee!" Alina stuck out her tongue.

Hhh, they always fight. I took my wife to the room.

"We'll just go to the room yuk, yank. Want to rest, tired! Kids, don't fight!" I said as I took my wife into the room.

My wife went straight into the bathroom while I lay on the bed remembering my life.

"It doesn't feel like the kids are big. Andre is working. Looks like soon I'll meet pak penghulu, deh!" I said half a murmur.

"So you want to get married again?" my wife asked, shouting at the bathroom door.

"Honey. You just startle. Why yell?" I reflexively turned towards him.

"Mas wants to get married again, right! I was horrified, what did I say. I'm old, it's not bs make seneng mas again, it can not make mas. . ."

"Eehh, what's the matter, anyway?" I rushed over to him and held his shoulder to face me. Eyes glazed.

"Already, mas. Don't pretend. My hearing is still normal even though I'm old!" grunt while turning his face.

I held her chin to look at me.

"Did you just say you want to get married, hmm? I said I will soon meet Pak Penghulu. That's because our children have grown up and may soon meet their soul mate. Not that you want to get married again, yank!" obviously I'm at length.

"Hhhhhh,"

"Life is complete. Already happy. Why look for another?"

"Hhh, I'm old. There have been many wrinkles while mas still looks young," he said.

"Who said it, hmm? You are the same!"

"Same from where? He clearly still looks young. Maybe if we weren't that far away, I wouldn't feel this way."

"Yank, no one knows our age comparison, right. I never thought that was a problem until now!"

"Hhh, I'm just scared. I'm afraid I don't want me anymore like I used to,"

I rubbed my face slowly. Hhh, I just remembered. We rarely start doing it. But not because I don't want it anymore. But because I'm afraid he's exhausted.

"Mas always wants you, yank! Until now!" I said as I gently rubbed his face.

"Mas don't just entertain me, do you?"

I smile. Maybe my wife wants it but is embarrassed to ask directly. Hhh, even from long ago I wished he had asked first but he never did.

"Yank, I've always hoped that once in a while you asked first. I want you to do it not because you fulfill your obligations but because you want to ask for your rights without having to ask first!"

He then looked at me embarrassedly, "Hhh, I-I'm ashamed, mas. Ask first."

"Why should I be ashamed? That adds to your reward!"

"Hhmm, i-iya but I'm ashamed, mas. It's old too" he replied softly.

I hugged him, "There are no elders! From now on don't be ashamed. I don't like it!"

"Hmm. . ."

"So?"

"So what?"

"You're asking for it?"

"Iihh, um."

Hhh, I took a slow breath, "From now on, if you don't ask, you won't ask either!"

He let go of my hug, "Cok that?" his protest.

"Just be wild. Go home from the minimarket, go straight to bed!"

"Nobody asked for sleep, right?"

"Well when I keep asking first?"

"Yes. Because it used to be the mas who always asked first, so now change!"

"Buck off!"

"Yes if you don't want to! Go to the minimarket again!" say lie. Ahh, my wife, your prestige is too high.

"Mas!"

"Hmm? Go on the road!"

"L-yes, mas!"

"Yes, what?"

"I-i want!"

"Hmm, what do you want?"

His face instantly flushed, "Mas,"

"Hmm?"

"Mas iihh!" he said as it passed from before me. He then stood staring out the window.

Hhh, crank up. I then approached him. Holding his waist from behind.

"Yeah!"

He looked back and then looked out the window.

"Yank, he said?"

"Hhh, know ahh!" he still looks upset.

"Don't ramble donk! I was just kidding," I persuaded and kissed her cheek from the side.

"No more!"

"Haha? Don't want any more?" manywould be surprised.

"Yes!"

I turned her body to face me.

"Wouldn't you like it anymore, yank?" many frustrating.

How could my wife not do it again. How fate. I'm not old yet. I still want it. Old men still want me.

"Yes, don't want any more!" he then turned his face away.

"Yank, don't be the same, donk! Eh, the sin of a husband!"

"Who does not want a husband?" I asked without looking at me.

"Well, you said you didn't want to anymore, did you?"

Hhh, he took a slow breath, "No need to ask first! Just once was rejected!" ketus answer.

O God, I think my wife no longer serves me.

"Yank, you're just frustrating. Sorry, yes. I was just joking. Not to refuse you!"

"Hhh, I definitely don't want to ask first!" he's still crashing.

"Once, huh?" the bujukku.

"No way!"

"Yank?"

"No way, my mom. Shame on me to refuse!" grunts.

"That's not to be rejected, yank? Ask what it is."

"Know ah. I don't want to anymore!"

"Hhh, yes. So you have to wait for someone to ask, right?"

"Huumm!"

"If you want to go first, what? Don't you want to ask?"

"No!"

"Just be quiet?"

"Battle!"

"Hhhh, yank!"

"Belgium!"

"Hhh, yes. So how's it going now?"

"No how!" answer's indifferent.

I hugged him right away. Giving a small kiss on her lips.

"Hmm, mom!" muttered.

I carried him and laid him on our soft bed. I wanted it so badly. To me, my wife is not as old as she is. He still looks youthful of course because he diligently takes care of himself. It's just that his strength is not what it used to be. But that's not a problem for me. I'll be working. I will make it float to heaven. I want to make my wife feel young. Feel loved and wanted.

My wife, you are still my bidadah!

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