My wife's lover

chapter 55

I don't feel like my marriage has been going on for three months and my wife has been in therapy abroad four times. He rarely complained about the pain in his head. But lately he has become more moody especially if I live alone in the minimarket.

Like this time, I just got back from the warehouse. I thought he was sleeping and he was daydreaming. I don't know what's in the middle of the daydream.

"Yank" call me slowly.

He looked up like a shocked person. It seems that he is daydreaming.

"Mass?"

"What are you doing?" many wonder.

"Hmm, I'm just sitting around" he replied softly. His face still looks gloomy.

I then sat down next to him. Gently rubbing the top of his head and then giving a kiss on his cheek. I held her chin to face me. I then brought the two of us closer together and had not had time for our lips to meet, he had turned his face away. I looked at him with a frown. Not usually he refused and still put on his gloomy face.

"Why?" my question was astonished and he just looked down lethargic making me confused.

He shook his head, "It's okay, ma'am!" sahannya slow.

"Hmm, why refuse mas? Is something wrong?" manya curious.

He shook his head again.

"Then?" my insistence. I don't know why my wife is acting so weird.

"I. . ." he hung up his words.

"Mas doesn't want lies! Honestly, even if it hurts, it's better!" I was firm with a high voice.

"Hhmm,mas," her voice shook. He might be afraid to hear my usual tone.

I stood up to leave him alone in the office. But suddenly he grabbed me from behind. My backside clothes feel wet. Wife's crying.

I turned my body towards him. She was crying and making me even more clueless. I wiped the tears with my fingertips.

"Why?" I asked softly while looking into his eyes fixedly.

He took a slow breath, "I. I'm not pregnant yet, mas. Maybe I'm barren?" he said in a trembling voice without returning my gaze.

"Hhh, I thought because what. We just got married, honey! Just be patient!" I said comfort him and then pulled him into a hug.

"Three more months I'm forty, ma'am."

"You know? The Son is the sustenance and sustenance of Allah. We cannot force. God knows what is best for his people. Maybe God wants you to be completely healed first. Maybe God wants you to have regular therapy first."

He lifted his head. Staring at me I said, "Mas. . ."

I looked back at her softly, "Hhmm, will you?"

He lowered his head, "I-I'm getting caught, mamma!"

I rubbed his head, "Later when it's done, we're more diligent program, yes!" i tease.

"Hhmm, have we been diligent, amas. Almost every day but not yet."

"Not nearly every day?"

"Don't you get tired every day?"

"Mas he wants every day until many times, sih. But think pity as you're tired!"

"Hmm, what kind of pain do I have because I'm old?"

"What are you talking about, huh? I don't like it!" my firmness.

"Hmm, um."

"You remember what Dr. Cyntia said, right? If you want to get pregnant, you can't be tired! And mas wants that more than your own passion!"

"I'm sorry, mas. I'm really upset!"

"Hmm, don't be sad anymore! You help mas enter the data of goods into your bookkeeping only, yeah. Don't mind much! It's sad if you can't be happy!"

"Yes,mas!" saith.

We both sat in a chair facing the computer screen. Sometimes I tease her, give her kisses and hugs.

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Sunday morning I just woke up from my sleep and was about to take a shower. It just so happened that my wife got up and took a shower.

"Wait a minute, yeah. We're jamaah. You're done, right?" I said when I saw my wife coming out of the bathroom.

"I'm done, ma'am. Do you pray at dawn in the mosque?" ask wife.

"No,yank. Andre still has a fever" I said.

My eldest son was having a fever from yesterday because of the flu and from yesterday he was not in school.

When I entered the bathroom, I was surprised. On the bathroom floor near the sink and under the shower, like there is hair loss. And there are many.

I took a shower and then wudhu. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my wife sitting at the dresser brushing her hair slowly. Her net was staring at the glass mirror with a face that looked glum.

"Yank?" call me.

He reflexes his head. "Mass?"

"Shoolat, yuk!" invite me to still look at him fixedly.

He put a comb on the table and stood up to take our prayer tool and spread the prayer mat facing the qibla. His movements were very slow.

After I finished praying, I carried her and brought her to sleep. I began to kiss her forehead and every inch of her face while whispering friendly words. I kept doing that until the smile on his face expanded.

"Kangen mazes!" I whispered softly while looking into her eyes with a seductive look. He smiled back.

I kissed her again until she replied to what I was doing. We began to follow the passions that had controlled us. The cold fresh morning air added my wife who had just finished with her monthly guests made our passion so passionate. Until we repeat it a second time.

"Thank you, honey!" whisikku.

"Yes,mas. I'm gonna take a shower, right away" he said.

"Later on, yank!"

"I want to make breakfast porridge for Andre,mas. He had to take medicine this morning, and his fever hasn't come down."

"Oh yes, yes. You took a shower first."

"Yes,mas!" my wife got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Before long she had finished her bath and went downstairs. I went to the bathroom instead.

At six I was going to my son's room to see my son's condition but it turned out that neither Andre nor Alya were in their room. I then went downstairs. It turned out that they were sitting relaxing in the living room with my wife feeding my son.

"How come Andre ate it in a bribe?" ask me and sit next to my wife.

"It's okay, ma'am. His head is still dizzy!" sahut.

"Hmm, today you are at home just do not need to go to the minimarket!"

"Yes, yeah. Alya also wants to be at home just accompany Andre!" sahut.

"Mas is hungry? Wait for Andre's breakfast to run out, will take medicine too!" wife says.

"It's okay."

Just five minutes waiting, my son was done with his breakfast because it was a little while I was down. The delicious chicken porridge made my wife have been drained of one bowl. After that he took medicine and went back to sitting on the sofa while playing games.

"Well, we're having breakfast!" take my wife along while holding me and my daughter.

We ate three.

"I'm sorry, I only had time to cook porridge. If there is no vegetable rice only fried chicken," said my wife while pouring porridge into the bowl of the three of us and then sprinkle additional fried chicken suwir, fried rice and other chicken porridge complement.

"Dear, nothing makes you full and delicious!" sahutku.

"Let's have lunch at home, right?"

"Yes, we'll have lunch home."

"What's masakin asking for?"

"Anything you cook will eat!"

"Hhmm, ke want to eat something?"

"Hmm, what's up?" I looked at him and whispered in his ear, "eat you!"

His face immediately flushed, then smiled embarrassedly.

After I finished breakfast, I talked for a while with my wife and children. At seven o'clock I just left for the minimarket by riding a motorcycle because I just went alone.

"Aren't you tipping anything?" ask me before I leave.

"Let's just call, Mas. Looks like there's something I need, Deh!" sahut.

"Yes, that's it before you go home you call!"

"Yes,mas!"

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