My wife's lover

chapter 38

A week later I had prepared the files and letters for my marriage with Santi in the village. We were getting married in a mosque near his house. Only the marriage contract is then continued thanksgiving at home.

Today she asked to be escorted to find a Muslim wedding dress. He also invited my mother and children and my sister and nephew. They deliberately went together to find a uniform to wear at my wedding.

"Search too, huh?" ask Santi.

I shook my head, "Mas just wear some cocoa!" my answer.

"Oh yes, if so," he said.

It turns out that accompanying women choosing clothes is very boring. One person can spend up to an hour more.

Andre and I plan to only wear old clothes because it's still pretty good. We who set out from early in the morning until noon just finished it was we looked for it in some boutiques.

"Mas, we're eating yuk, I'm laper!" take Santi with us when we've just finished buying everything he needs.

Now that we were getting closer, he no longer hesitated to mention me and you as well as me. The more days his effective attitude looks less like the first time I knew him. But honestly I like it. Maybe he has not felt spoiled for a long time and depends on someone because all this time he has always done anything alone.

Now we were in a restaurant that was quite crowded so we did not get a table that accommodated many people so we sat separately.

Mom then asked me to sit down at a table alone with Santi's mom. Because I felt like Santi and I had to spend more time together to get to know each other and of course to talk about our marriage.

The closer we got to our wedding day I felt she looked more and more beautiful and never again complained of pain in her head. Hopefully, with our marriage, he can feel the happiness to ease the pain he can suddenly feel.

"Later if we're married, you're going out of the country again, yes!" seriously door.

"Why?" tanyanya.

"Because I want you to heal!" answer me.

"Hmm. . ."

"I want to live a long life with you!" obviously I was when he was silent and just busy churning out the food on his plate.

He turned his head and finally the smile re-expanded when he heard my words earlier.

"But you have to accompany me, right?" her door.

I nodded, "This is Allah!"

"Dad, I want to go to the bathroom!" said Alya who suddenly stood beside me.

"Seek aunty Aminah with you, son!" my spoken.

"Oh same with me, my mom. I'm going to the bathroom too! Alya, same aunt!" take her and hold my daughter's hand.

"Be careful!" my message.

The two of them went to the bathroom followed by my sister Aminah and her son. While Santi was in the bathroom, I hurriedly approached the cashier to pay for our food

"Well, did you pay?" tanyanya.

"Yuk, we're way lag!" ask me without answering the question.

"Where are you going,mas?"

"Follow it!"

I took her to a jewelry store. I want to buy her a ring for our wedding and I want her to choose her own.

Thank God I have savings, but not much. I wish I could charge for my wedding with him.

He then chose a ring that was not too expensive. I think women like her want expensive jewelry. Maybe he understands my unequal financial condition. She really is the woman of dreams.

I don't regret knowing him. I am so thankful that she asked me to be her husband. Had she never asked me, I might never have dared to marry her.

"Are you sure this is the ring?" I'm not sure because it's an ordinary model.

"Yes, I like this one. Simple!" inexplicably.

"All right then" I said.

Since the price of the ring he bought was not too expensive, I intended to buy him a necklace without his knowledge.

After the jewelry shop, we went home.

"I'll want to play at mom's house first until the afternoon can you, amas?" I asked when we were almost at my mother's house.

"Of course, can!" sahutku.

"Mother!" exclaim Alya who immediately hugged Lisa.

"Darling, where have you been, son? I've been waiting for you!" said Lisa. He then glanced cynically at me and also at Santi.

Mom opened the gate and we all went in. Aminah brought all the groceries we had bought. Alya is still being held by her mother outside. Maybe my daughter still misses her mother so much in contrast to her brother who no longer cares. My son continued to watch Alya and Lisa with sour faces. He then approached me.

"Dad, why wasn't Alya's sister told to come in?" ask Andre.

"Let it go, maybe your sister misses her mother!" answer me.

Andre put on an unhappy face and went into the room.

Meanwhile, Santi invited his mother to the kitchen to make a drink. Looks like my future wife really misses the figure of a mother. He looks spoiled with mom. She also treated him like her own son. Maybe because she has not felt the affection of a mother for a long time.

His life has been alone all this time. Of course he felt lonely and craved affection.

Shortly after, Alya entered the house.

"Your mom's home?" ask my brother Aminah.

"Aunty. I look sad."

"Sad why?" ask Aminah.

"The baby's sister is sick, Te."

"May the baby get well soon, yes!" aminah.

"Amiin!" sahut Alya's.

I cannot forbid my children from meeting their mother because there is no such thing as an ex-child and an ex-mom.

"Dad, will you give me a baby as well as a mother?" aliya asked and coincided with Santi coming with the mother from the kitchen with a drink on the tray.

"If it's a problem, Alya just ask Santi's aunt!" I answered and turned to my future wife.

"Tante Santi want to not love Alya baby sister?" my question then turned towards him making the woman smile in embarrassment.

"Tante will give me baby sister, yes!" Alya Todong.

"Here is God, baby!" replied Santi as he gently rubbed my daughter's head.

We chatted for a few minutes, not long after which Alya walked into the room.

"Alya sleepy yah!" after that, Aminah and her son also came to the room.

Stay alone with Santi. I then took her to sit on the terrace.

"How are you ready to marry me?"

He smiled, "Of course, my mom!" answer's sure.

"Alhamdulillah!" sahutku.

"Oh yeah, you can't take me to the salon tomorrow?" her door.

"What to do in the salon!" many wonder.

"I want body care, gold!" embarrassed answer.

"For more care? This is how beautiful it is, kok!" my words made him even more embarrassed.

"I haven't been to a salon in a long time, Mom. Can you take me tomorrow?"

"Of course you can! What the hell isn't that for my future wife ?" I said a little crunching. Then he smiled.

In the afternoon I drove him home.

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