My wife's lover

chapter 24

We sat for quite a while. When a vehicle passed by, he immediately turned his face away.

"Ehhmm, where are you going?" much

"I-I want to go home to my parents" he replied slowly.

I scrunched my forehead. Why did he want to go home to his parents with a big enough bag. My inner. I wanted to ask her but it wasn't good. That's none of my business.

"Hhmm, my parents' house is in area B, right?" my many.

He nodded, "Yes."

"Why not get in a vehicle or ask between husbands? This already wants magrib to pity the little guy!"

"It's okay. Excuse me," he said. Then he turned his body and was about to continue his journey.

I rushed up to him, "Let me inter, huh?" bargained.

"Thank you but I don't want to bother!" reject it.

"No trouble, kok! This part wants magrib."

"Mas would want to go home too, right? I can do it myself," she said again."

Shortly after, a gojek passed by. I hurriedly intercepted him.

"How about going on a go-jek?" bargained.

"Thank you, but I can walk on my own" she said.

"Don't refuse! It wants magrib, your son's love is still small. Let's just get on the gojek!" my word.

I then turned to gojek, "Sir, please take this mbak to his house, yes," I said as I handed a piece of twenty thousand rupiah to gojek's father." Is this enough?" my many.

"Oh that's enough, sir!" answer mr gojek.

"Come, take a ride. The bag is put in front of me, yes," I said, turning to Melly.

Melly nodded, "Thank you" said Melly, clenching her hands together. I put the bag in front and Melly got on the bike.

"Be careful, sir!" I said to go-jek.

They left in front of me.

Why the first wife of Lisa's husband to bring a big enough bag? Does it have anything to do with Lisa? Aahh, that's none of my business. My inner.

After speculating for myself, I decided to head back to the boarding house immediately.

Have not been able to get to the kost,azan magrib has been reverberating. I then prayed maghrib first at the nearest mosque.

After I finished praying, I went to the stall to buy eggs, instant noodles and crackers for my dinner and the kids.

One month since my meeting with Melly, I've been fiddling through Melly's parents' house. Melly was still at her parents' house. I saw him playing with his son. After that I went straight home.

And I came home on purpose through her husband Lisa's house. I saw from far away Lisa arguing with her neighbor's mother. I don't know what they're talking about, I'm not really listening. I then decided to go home.

After a month of working at Mr. Taufik's house, this afternoon I received my first salary. "Alhamdulillah," I murmured.

I'll go back to the boarding house immediately. Before I came home I bought good food for my two children and did not forget I also bought it for my mother and sister.

"It must be expensive, To. You have to be frugal don't be too wasteful" said my mother.

"It's okay, mom. I just got paid, too," I explained to Mom."

I then gave some money to my mother, "Mom, this is a little bit of sustenance for shopping. I'm the same kids go home first, yeah!" pamitku to mom.

"Thank you, son. May your sustenance be more!" sincere mother's prayer.

"Amijin!" sahutku.

At the boarding house, my children and I ate together. I just opened the envelope given by Mr. Taufik earlier. Thank God, I received a salary more than double my salary while working in the store Mr. Toni.

My savings at the boarding house are pretty good. I actually want to buy a second motorcycle for my daily activities. If the new I have not been able and I do not want to buy by installments.

On Sunday morning I took my two kids on a bike. I then saw in front of the houses there was a motorbike to be sold. I approached the house.

"Excuse me," I said.

Soon a mother came out of the house.

"What's up, sir?" tanyakanya.

"Oh yes, the bike is for sale" replied the mother.

If you know how many, ma'am?"

"If you are interested, you just go in first to meet my husband. Let my husband explain, "get the mother.

My son and I entered his house. Soon, the mother's husband came out to see us.

We met for a moment. The owner of the motorcycle was named Mr. Agung.

"So what's the price of the motorcycle, sir?" ask directly.

"I sold the motorcycle for six million and five hundred thousand, Pak," replied Mr. Agung.

"What year's it, sir?"

"Mother can see for himself on his plate. That's what I bought seven years ago."

"Can't it be less, sir?" my tnyaku.

"May be less."

"Oh yeah, can I test first, sir?" my many.

"Oh yes, can you sir. I'll take the key first."

Mr. Agung then went into the house to take the key of the motorcycle.

I then tried his motorcycle a few tens of meters from the house of Mr. Agung. I feel comfortable riding this bike. And it looks like I'm interested in buying it but my savings at the boarding house there are only seven million rupiah while the price of this motorcycle is six million five hundred rupiah. if I use to buy this motorcycle, this is,the rest of my money is only five hundred thousand rupiah, I have not paid the cost. I will have to take my savings in the bank.

After checking all the motorcycle papers, I decided to buy. I then negotiate again with the Supreme sir. Alhamdulillah after I bid, Pak Agung want to sell his motorcycle for six million rupiah.

Both of my sons were very happy to know that his father bought a motorcycle. I took my two children for a walk on a new motorcycle. Even though it's a second but the bike still looks pretty good.

Coming home from the streets I stopped by my mother's house. I was very surprised to see my arrival on that motorcycle.

"To, whose motorcycle is that?" ask mother.

"Father just bought it, Grandma," Alya replied with a happy face.

"Alhamdulillah!" mom said.

"Harganyq how much,mas?" asked Aminah my sister

"Mas bought it for six million rupiahs" I replied.

"Alhamdulillah yes I am happy," said Aminah.

Because it's Sunday, me and my two kids all day at mom's house. I asked my mother to cook my favorite dishes.

In the afternoon, my son and I went home.

Before going home, I took my two children to go to the minimarket to buy them snacks and also buy bathroom needs.

As we got off the motorcycle, we saw Lisa and her husband coming out of the minimarket. I see Lisa's stomach is big enough. My estimate is that the gestational age may be four or five months.

We look at each other. Lisa and her husband looked at me and my son with a cynical look. I don't know what's on their minds.

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sorry msh no typo 😊

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