My wife's lover

chapter 3

I was not feeling well today, so I went home early. At ten, I'm back at the boarding house. Just as I was about to lie down, Lisa suddenly came out of the room.

"Where are you going, mom? I asked for kerokin donk." My love for Lisa.

"Later yeah, yeah. I'm called Siti's mom." Reject Lisa.

Hhh, I took my breath heavy. My body feels crumpled, it might be good in kerokin but Lisa prefers to meet my neighbor in the middle room. Ladybak. They have been friends for a long time. But I was her husband when she was more concerned with friends than her own husband.

I tried to close my eyes, maybe with sleep, my body got a little better. But not to mention I welcomed the dream, there was a noise from outside my room. I don't know what's outside.

At first I tried to be stupid. Maybe the mothers who are huddling so excited. But it turns out that the noise is getting more and more rame. I who was disturbed finally woke up from my sleep and looked out.

It turns out that Lisa, Siti and another neighbor named Wati are arguing with Wati's husband. Indeed Lisa had told me that Wati suspected her husband was playing outside. Rarely come home and also rarely give a living.

I who do not want to interfere in people's affairs, re-spread my body on the bed. It just so happened that Andre and Alya were at his grandmother's house so I was free to sleep in bed.

Just now I was asleep in a dream, suddenly Lisa's voice shouted. I woke up and rushed out of the room. It turns out Lisa is having a mouth war with Wati's husband.

"Mom!" I called Lisa, my wife.

Lisa only turned her head for a moment towards me and then came back to argue with Wati's husband.

I didn't want Lisa to get into trouble right up to her.

"Mom, comein!" Tell me while looking intently at my wife.

"I'm not done yet, Dad." Resist.

"Mom, dad said come in!" Tell me again in a higher voice as my hand pulls Lisa's hand to follow my steps into our room.

"Dad, dad!" Said Lisa annoyed while occasionally looking back. He still doesn't want to follow my orders. I feel very upset.

We went into the room, and I locked the door. "Mom, don't interfere in people's domestic affairs!" my firmness.

"That's my friend, Dad. Not anyone else. I feel sorry for her who is next to her husband who doesn't know himself" Lisa explained.

"But still ma'am, it's their household problem. Let them solve their own problems. It's not good to interfere with people's household problems." My advice is again to Lisa, my wife.

"IIihh, you're the father who has no friendship. If a friend has a problem, we'll help donk." Protest by folding both hands in front of the chest.

"But it's not a matter of husband and wife, ma'am. That's a very personal matter. Yes already. Can you do daddy's massage? Body feels tired, mom. All in kerokin ya." My love for Lisa.

"Huuhh, eat it well. Find a little work. Which money is a lot, whose work is not too tired. At the end of the day, if my dad is sick, I'm tired. Dad's salary is also cut because he doesn't work a day." Lisa grumbled as her hands searched for balm. Lisa started to pucker my back. I think my body is starting to feel good.

Ten minutes later. "Already, yeah. Tired." Lisa said and went to bed next to me.

"Hmm, thanks, mom." My leg then put on my clothes again.

"Children ask to be picked up before ashar. I'll just pick you up." Lisa said lazily.

"Dad's not feeling well mom. Just mom, yeah," I refused subtly.

"Huuhh, this father." Lisa grumbled.

I closed my eyes while Lisa turned on the tv.

An hour later I woke up from my sleep. "Bu, masakin fried rice donk. Laper's dad."

"Dad wants a lot." said my wife.

"Now it's almost one o'clock, Mom. Laper's father." My words are self-defense.

With a heavy heart, Lisa got up from her seat and started preparing spices to make fried rice. A few minutes later I smelled the delicious aroma of fried rice made by my wife. My wife is very good at cooking, which is why she is often called to help at the catering bu Narti if there are many orders. Because the employees at the catering bu Narti are enough, so Lisa is only asked when the order is a lot.

Lisa placed two dishes of fried rice on the floor with a mat. "Just fried rice with crackers, yeah. There's two eggs for Alya's dinner with Andre." Lisa's Saying.

"Thank you, mom. Yeah, it's okay. The same crackers are delicious too." My mouth then immediately chanted my fried rice. It was delicious until I wanted to add but unfortunately it's over.

I then put the dirty dishes into a small basin and took the drinking water.

"Well, I'm picking up the kids right now." Said my wife while standing in front of the glass. Polishing his face with powder and lipstick, not to miss the eyebrow pencil also he scribbled on his face.

"You want to pick up the kids and wear everything, Mom?" Ask wonder.

"It's just a little pick up and keep coming back here."

"I want to stop by my friend first yeah."

"Whose friend, mom? Does it have to be menor?" I asked in a dislike tone.

"Dad, really. My friend who works at catering bu Narti loh, yah. Said someone needs energy to cook." Obviously Lisa.

I looked at him fixedly. "Yes no need and and so, ma'am."

"Ah ah, I'm leaving first. I'll just sleep there so I can recover tomorrow to get back to work. Don't get permission often, you can run out of your salary money!" Said Lisa who immediately passed from before me.

I stared at his departure with nanar. I remembered what Budi said at that time. Aahh, Lisa can't be. My heart's monologuing.

I then went to the bathroom, Berwudhu and prayed zuhur. After that I went back to lying in bed waiting for my son and wife to come home.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, suddenly there are many voices of my children and his mother. I opened my eyes, it really turned out that the youngest was sulking because it was too late to be picked up by his mother.

"Mother, did you pick you up at one o'clock, why are you still craving?" I asked in wonder while gently rubbing his head.

"Mother's coming at four, father." Rebuttals.

My forehead wrinkled. "Hour four? It was the mother of the boarding house at one o'clock, kok."

"Four hours, father!"

My son cannot lie. I then looked towards my wife. "Mom, why were they picked up at four?" Tanyaku.

"And I told you that I want to meet my mom's friend, how the hell yeah, when I forget." The answer is self-defense.

"Hmm, all that time?"

"What length? Just for a moment, Alya was impatient."

"Easy-after. Alya dear, my mother had the same business as her friend so pick you up a little late. Have you eaten yet, son?"

Alya just kept quiet as if she still looked annoyed.

I turned back to my wife. "How's mom, when do you start work?" My toot.

"What work, huh?" Lisa asked back.

"Loh, so mom said someone needed energy to cook so mom met her friend." I clearly.

"Hhh, it's not so." Answer's short.

I let out my breath. Unsustained. My inner.

"Andre, mom borrowed the phone for a while." Pinta Lisa to my son Andre who is cool with his phone.

"A little while, ma'am." Answer Andre.

"Hhh, then buy another mobile phone so there is no need to replace this. I need a cell phone too, Dad. Shame on my friends today I don't have a cell phone." Grumpy Lisa with face in bend

I also want to meet all the needs of my family but what power, my salary is small. I couldn't find a better job either because I was only Junior High.

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