My wife's lover

chapter 53

Today's my wife's schedule for therapy at the Cyntia doctor's clinic. After waiting for half an hour, it was my wife who walked into the therapy room. I'm just waiting outside. While waiting, I took the time to call my mother to ask her news and also the news of the children.

Thank God everything is fine and my two children are not fussy asking me especially my daughter Alya.

After waiting for more than two hours, my wife came out of the therapy room.

"How,yank?"

"Alhamdulillah smoothly,mas. If it can be once a week but if you can not try at least twice a month," explained my wife.

"Thank God, yank."

"But my head is hot, mas. It's likely that my hair will fall out a lot!" again with a sad face.

"It's okay, yank. The most important thing is that your illness is treated!"

"Hmm, but what if my hair runs out?"

"And you wear a hijab, yank. No one will know, right!"

"But you know! I must be getting ugly!"

"Your husband doesn't know. You're not gonna be ugly, yank!"

"Hmm, I'm getting old!"

"Who said? No need to think of anything like that!"

"Why don't I think, ma'am. My age is much older than the mass in addition to my condition which. . . "

"Sttt!" I covered her mouth with my finger, "Mas hasn't bothered about that since we got married! So don't ever think like that!" my firmness.

"Hmm, I'm just scared."

"From the beginning you have told all and mas still want to marry you so what is it now in the problem, hhmm?"

"Hhmm, yeah!"

"Where are we going now?"

"Hmm, I'm going shopping, ma'am!"

"Yes, but not for long. I don't want you to get tired!"

"Yes,mas."

"But let's eat first, yeah!" my words were given by my wife.

We then went to the nearest restaurant after that looking for a mosque to pray zuhur. After searching for almost half an hour we just found a mosque. After the prayer, we went to the shopping center.

My wife buys a lot of things for souvenirs. My wife was so royal that her shopping bag was full. And of course I brought all the groceries.

By late afternoon, we were back at the hotel.

"When do we go home, Yanank?" I asked when we just got to the hotel room.

"Lusa,mas. I bought the ticket the day after tomorrow. It's okay, isn't it?"

"Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Mas want to accompany me to visit my father's friend's house? From this hotel an hour by taxi."

"Dear, of course you want to!" sahutku.

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The next day after we finished breakfast at the hotel, we went to the house of my late wife's father.

We use an online taxi. An hour later, we arrived at a large, high-fenced house.

We got off the taxi and were greeted by a security guard at a post not far from the gate.

My wife talked to him for a while in English and again I could only listen.

We were then invited in. From the turnstile to the door of the house is more than twenty meters away. The courtyard was very spacious with a very magnificent three-story house. I felt inferior for a moment. How about when I meet the host. I just want to go back to the hotel. But it's not possible. I may have left my wife.

"Mas, why?" asked my wife when she saw me who was like a confused person.

"Hmm, nothing, yank!" sahutku.

My wife took my hand and invited me into the house. His house is more luxurious than my wife's. We sat down on a sofa in the living room.

After waiting for a while, a couple of husband and wife who were approximately sixty years old came.

"Wait?" said the wife.

They then hugged. Santi then introduced me as her husband. That's what I understand from their conversation. I just kept quiet, focused on listening to their conversation.

Lucky my wife was a very understanding person, we were only there for a moment. We said goodbye after they exchanged contact numbers.

We went home in a taxi.

"Sorry, we talked a little later until we got bored" said my wife as we were on our way back to the hotel.

"It's okay. Not too long either. Only I do not understand the English language mas nol," I said.

"Don't you say it like that? English in Ijasah is eight, right. Mas pinter donk english."

"But that was junior high school, yank. English lessons are not too difficult compared to high school let alone college,"

"The gas always goes low."

"Speak as it is."

"Hmm, but I know they said it was a good husband. I told you about it and they said I was lucky to have a husband like you!"

"You're just overkill giving praise to mas!"

"But my husband is the best. Even though he was younger, but very mature, he faced me. Even my attitude is less mature. Often spoiled like a young man."

"As a husband, you have to be an adult! You are spoiled the same!"

"Thank you, my. I'm lucky to be a match!"

"Hhmm, you're the senengnya make a big mas head!" I said as I pinched his snout-nose friendly. We looked at each other with affection.

"Hmm,mas. Now we go straight to the hotel or where are we going to go for a walk?"

"Go back to the hotel, Hank. We continue our honeymoon" I said. I looked at him with a passionate look.

"Iihh, this gold!" shame on.

Arriving at the hotel room, we first ordered food for lunch.

After the order arrived, we ate together. Sometimes we bribe each other.

"Yuk yank, we pray first!" invite me who was given a nod by my wife.

After the prayer, I immediately carried my wife, carrying her on the bed. The hot air outside did not ignite us to carve out love as a legitimate couple. Even full air conditioners still make me sweat.

We flew for an hour together. I kissed my wife's head with affection. May our affection never end until death do us part.

I was lucky that even though I was younger than him, but he still respected me as a husband. Always listen and obey what I say even if it is at first contrary to what I want.

"Thank you dear for this happiness. I feel like a lucky guy!"

"Me too, mama. I am so lucky to have a mas as my husband. May you patiently face my attitude. And always there for me. Give support to me. Strengthened me! Makes me want to live longer!"

"Yes dear. If you need to, you want to have a lot of children!"

"Hmm,mas. Remember next year I'm four heads and I've never given birth at all. My physique must be really strong!"

"Yes, I know! But I will always be there for you!"

"Thank you,mas. I also want to get pregnant quickly. How it feels to be pregnant must be so happy."

"Yes yank. Mas drowsy. We're sleeping yuk!" take me. My wife nodded and closed her eyes. I clenched my arms and began to close my eyes, dreaming.

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