My wife's lover

chapter 57

Arriving at the hotel room, I immediately carried my wife to the bathroom until she screamed in shock.

"Mas!" his protest then moved his body signalling to come down from my sling.

"It's shower time, yank!" I said without caring about the protests.

I closed the bathroom door. My new hobby, bathing in bathup linger with him.

Since it was almost maghrib, we only took a half-hour shower. While waiting for Maghrib to arrive, I invited my wife to read one or two holy verses of the Koran.

After the Maghrib prayer, I lay in bed while my wife ordered food for our dinner. Since we spent a lot of time outside, we only spent time in hotel rooms.

My wife was lying next to me. I suddenly drowned my face in her flat stomach.

"Mas. . ." he cried in shock.

I just laughed. I whispered something in his stomach. It is barely audible.

"What did you just say?" tanyanya while gently rubbing my hair.

"Well guess?"

"Hmm, I wasn't clear about that."

"Yes, so guess what!"

"Hhmm, mas laper?"

I shook my head gently until she moved her stomach, maybe it felt amused.

"Then what?"

"Take a guess donk baby!"

"Hmm,mas. I'm not good at guessing!"

I turned around to face her face.

"Kangen mazes!"

His forehead wrinkled, "Kangen?"

I nodded my head, "Yes, dear!"

"Hhmm, but soon our order is in anterin,mas!"

"Keep why?" my many.

"Yes, we'll have dinner. I'm a really laper,mas!"

I laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" tanyanya.

"Do you know what mas kangeni is?"

"Hmm," his face looked red from embarrassment. The trap was wrong.

"Kangen bag is holding a baby. It feels like a long time ago. Alya is almost seven years old."

"Hmm, are you expecting me to get pregnant soon?"

"Of course, yank!"

"Hhhmm, what if I fuss about it?"

"Yes we keep trying donk! We're on our honeymoon!"

"Damnah!" he gently rattled my hair.

Shortly after, the hotel waiter came to deliver our food.

"Nih eat a lot, yank!" I said as I held out a spoon to his mouth. He immediately ate it and did not want to lose to bribe me.

The bribery show is over. We sat on the sofa facing the TV. I slept on his lap facing him.

"So we come back here next month, yank?"

My wife nodded, "Yes,mas."

"Hmm. . ."

Suddenly my phone rang. I got up to sit down and took my phone. My son's.

"Hallo, boys!" i'm.

"Daddy come home today what's tomorrow?" my son's.

"Tomorrow morning my mother just came home, son. Daddy's mommy's tired today so tonight rest first at the hotel. Why?"

"Hmm, that's okay. You take care of yourself there!" my son's.

"Yes, son. Andre's just fine there, yeah. Please take care of Alya!" i'm.

"Yes, yeah. Say hi to mom!" my son's.

"Mother and father also send greetings to adek, yes," I.

"Yes, yeah. Assalammu'alaikum!" my son's.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" i'm.

Telephone connection disconnected.

***

Luckily the parking area in front of the terrace is partially topped with a roof so there is shelter on a motorcycle. I went out looking at the atmosphere. The sky is dark partly white, maybe it will rain for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I saw a mother holding her young child crying. It's like I know him. I then approached the woman.

"Milly Ma'am!" kataku shocked.

He was no less surprised then turned to look at me, "Mas?"

"What are you doing here? Same who?" manya curious.

"Hhmm, I-I'm the same. . ." she hung up her words. She looked nervous as she continued to calm her still crying child.

"Why?" ask again.

"I didn't accidentally pass here, ma'am," he replied softly.

"Where are you going now?"

"I want to go home but it's raining all of a sudden."

I watched him from toe to toe. Suddenly my chest felt tight. His appearance will surely make anyone feel sorry. With almost all wet clothes. The situation of his son is not much different.

"Hmm come with me!" take me.

He turned to me at a glance and then looked back at his son. "Come? Come where?" tanyanya nervous.

"Go to the office. There's my wife. . ."

He immediately raised his head, "Is-wife?" he cut my conversation.

"Yes. I'm married again!" my clear.

I don't know why I saw her face turn red. He then lowered his head.

"Come, it's cold here. Poor your son!" take me again.

"Thank you. But I'm just here with my son!" refuse without looking at me

"Hhmam. . mam. . .!" his son's babbling in between his tears. I don't understand what that means. He kept saying that word over and over again.

"Yes, honey. In a moment, yes," Melly tried to comfort her son.

"Mass? How come it's here?" suddenly my wife was behind me.

I looked straight over, "Darling?"

"Who is he, gold?" asked my wife while looking at the plaque towards Melly and her son.

"He who helped us in the hospital we first met, yank!" my clear.

"Oohh, the kid who helped me because of that pain?"

I nodded, "Yes, yank!"

"Hhmm, whose name, what?" ask my wife about Melly.

"Sa-I'm Melly" replied Melly.

"Mbak Melly's coming in, yuk. It's so cold here where there's a lot of wind, the little guy's love!" take my wife friendly.

"Thank you,mbak. The rain stopped soon!" reject again.

While his son still continues to cry while babbling 'mamam, mamam'.

"Tuh, little one wants to mamam maybe,mbak! Come on!" take my wife again while holding Mbak Melly.

Melly's mother finally inevitably followed my wife's footsteps. My wife is a good woman. I'm not wrong to make her a wife.

I followed them from behind. My wife took Melly to the office.

"Mas, AC please just matiin, yes. It's cold!" ask my wife when I get into the office.

I turned off the AC. My wife took Melly to sit on the couch.

"Mas, I'd like to get you some warm tea first! He must be cold."

"Hmm, let's make it. You just accompany her here!" sahutku.

"Hmm, yeah."

I rushed into the room next to the warehouse. The room used for employees to rest alternately and where to eat as well as a small kitchen. I then made two glasses of sweet warm tea and brought it to the office not to forget I also brought a sandwich and put it on the table in front of the sofa.

"Bak, you drink the tea first!" bargained.

Melly nodded then reached out her hand to take the glass. "Thank you!" said slowly.

"Mas stayed, yeah. You guys talk!" pamitku later.

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