My wife's lover

chapter 42

At nine o'clock our group just arrived in front of the mosque near the house mbak Santi which we will use for the wedding ceremony. There were only a few motorcycles parked inside the fence.

Santi's mother indeed only invited a few guests to be witnesses to our wedding.

"Mas, it has been awaited from earlier the same mbak Santi the same predecessor as well!" clearly mang Toto, the guardian of the house mbak Santi.

"Yes mang," I said and hurriedly entered the mosque.

"Assynnya!" my spoken.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" welcome all guests present.

"Sir, you've been waiting!" said one minimarket employee.

I nodded then smiled, "Yes!" my answer.

I saw that there were dozens of people there. I combed the room, there's no future wife there, where is she? my inner.

"Here comes the bride. I almost left. Ten o'clock I have an event somewhere else, mas," explained pak penghulu.

"Hhm, I'm sorry, sir!" I said and immediately sat in front of the head.

The marriage contract procession begins with the marriage guardian provided by the local KUA. Thank God I also said my lapaz akad smoothly one breath.

"Huh?" tanyakanya.

"Well. . .!" tell everyone who is there.

After that, Santi came to accompany one of the female employees who worked at the minimarket. The woman appeared very beautiful and graceful. He also wears a hijab. Really very pretty. It is not visible if his age is almost four heads. I looked at the woman who had just officially become my wife in amazement.

He sat down next to me and kissed the back of my hands. We all prayed after that Santi and I signed the marriage book.

When we finished, we both greeted the old man and everyone present.

"Congratulations,To!" whispered Budi, my friend.

I smiled, "Thank you. Hope you catch up soon!" sahutku.

After that we immediately went to Santi's house, my wife. There were some people there who were waiting. Santi ordered catering for the banquet.

There's no guarantee. We all sat on the floor with soft carpets. Both my children looked happy, and my mother and sister. We took pictures for a while.

Two hours later all the guests had returned home to our family who were still chatting in the family room.

"The same mother Aminah stayed here?" santi Pinta.

Mom then looked at me. I smiled and then nodded.

"Well, tonight mom and Aminah will stay here!" sahut mother.

My wife smiled and made her look more beautiful. Today she looks even more beautiful. Either because of make up or because of his happy heart. It felt peaceful to see that smile.

"I go to the room first, yeah. Want to change this dress it feels sultry!" pamitnya later.

"Anto, you help your wife there!" mother's orders made my wife's face look embarrassed.

"Hmm, I can do it myself, mom!" reject it.

"Come on!" ask me without caring about his refusal.

Still timidly he went upstairs to his room. I just found out the top floor of my wife's house is smaller than the bottom floor but looks luxurious with two rooms.

He opened the door to his room, "Please come in!" bring him.

I followed him in from behind. The room is very spacious. Probably more than twice the size of my room. She opened her big enough wardrobe and took out one of her clothes.

He looked at me, his face confused. "Why?" ask me and approach him.

"Hhmm, I . . ," he hung his words.

"Here we help!" bargained. He then looked embarrassed.

"Will the clothes be helped, too?" tanyaku later.

"W-what?" she was shocked and then looked at me.

Our views meet. A few seconds later, I brought my face closer to his.

He then closed his eyes. I smiled then kissed her lips at a glance then whispered softly in her ear, "Later in the night!"

He opened his eyes and smiled shyly after it turned back to me, "Resignnya mas bukain, huh?" tanyaku was given a nod by him.

I opened a little bit of his zipper that was in the back. I was about to help take off her clothes but I undone.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" tnyaku later.

"Yes please!" the answer.

I'll go to the bathroom immediately. Five minutes later I came out she had changed her clothes to the clothes she had taken in the closet.

Then she turned to me, "Mas, the clothes aren't replaced?" tanyakanya.

"Oh yes, the clothes are still in the car" I said.

"Just bring it here, and let me put it in the closet."

"Yes, take it first!" I said then I was going out of the room.

"I'm going down, too, my mom!"

We went down together. Below, Mom and Aminah were still chatting while the children were out of nowhere the three of them.

"Which kids, mom?" my many.

"The kids are playing outside!" answer mother.

"Mother if you want to rest, the room is ready, mother," said my wife.

"Yes, son. I still want to talk" said the mother.

I then went out to the car to get my clothes and the children were helped by Toto to take him upstairs. Santi followed me from behind.

"Mas, just put the kids' clothes in this room!" he pointed to the room next to his room.

"Is this a room for kids?" my many.

"Yes,mas. Is it okay to have the kids room one? If you want to split up, the empty room is only downstairs."

"It's okay, kids are small. Alya also did not dare to sleep alone," I said.

"Yes,mas. Tomorrow we'll buy another two little beds for the kids!"

"Yes, honey!" mesra kataku.

He returned blushing. I really feel like a teenage bride right now. If I don't remember any of my mothers, sisters and children, maybe I'd like to do it this second. I need to cool my brain down. I said in my heart.

"Yes, I'm going to take a shower!" pamitku then went to the bathroom. Coincidentally will soon enter the time of dzuhur prayer.

A luxurious bathroom like a hotel room. I don't know if I can live in such a luxurious house. But I remained self-conscious. My kids and I just live in this house. I don't want my kids to forget themselves. I will also try to be a good husband to my wife. I don't want to fail again. May this be my last marriage and may there be a baby cry in my second marriage. Aamin. . .

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