My wife's lover

chapter 65

Thank God this morning my shoulder has less pain. I can do my usual activities. The plan today is to take my son and wife to my mother's house.

"Come,nak. You guys ready, aren't you?" shouted my wife who was busy wrapping fruits for souvenirs in the kitchen.

My daughter's running around to her mother's house, "Mother, here I help!" said it.

"It's over, son!" sahut.

"Let's bring it!" my spoken.

After everything was ready, we then went to my mother's house still early in the morning. An hour's drive finally arrived. Mom was waiting for us on the porch when we arrived. He hugged my daughter.

"Alya, really kangen granny!" he yelled while kissing my daughter's cheek.

"Alya misses grandma too!" sahut.

My wife then approached my mother and kissed the back of her hand. My mother hugged him.

"How are you, son?" ask my wife.

"Alhamdulillah is fine, ma'am. How's mom doing?" my wife asked back.

"Alhamdulillah, mother's news is also fine. Come on, you guys get in!" take mom.

We then went into the house. My wife brought the souvenirs she brought to the kitchen.

"Why should bring everything, troubling," said the mother.

"It's okay, mom. Only occasionally, too" said my wife.

We then chatted in the living room. My two kids are playing with my niece, Lani. They looked very happy because they had not met for a long time.

"You've eaten, haven't you?" ask mom.

"So we had breakfast, ma'am, '" my wife replied.

"It just so happens that mom is cooking for lunch. Let's help mom in the kitchen!" take mom to my wife.

They went to the kitchen to cook. I followed them into the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm going to the minimarket for a bit. I'll be here again!" pamittu.

I then turned to my wife, "Mas to minimarket first huh? Is it okay to be here first?"

"Yes, no papa. Be careful on the road!" said it.

I rubbed my wife's flat stomach for a while. After that I went out to say goodbye to my two children.

I drove the car at moderate speed. An hour later I just got to the minimarket. I see the minimarket more rame than the usual day maybe because today is Sunday.

I work as usual. By noon when I want to go home, Melly's baby has not come yet even though the clock has shown twelve o'clock more. Usually the woman before twelve has arrived at the minimarket.

What if he doesn't come? While my wife has called a number of times asking when I'm going home. I finally got home without waiting for Melly to come.

I accidentally went home to Melly's mom. Along the way I did not see him. Maybe he's riding an angkot or riding a go-jek. My inner.

When I passed in front of his house, his house looked lonely.

Once I was sure I drove the car back home to my mother's house.

Arriving at my mother's house, I saw my wife standing at the door, staring at me.

"Assalammu'alaikum," I said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," said my wife as she kissed the back of my hand takjim, "Old kok,mas?" tanyakanya.

"Sorry, dear. You ate, right?" my many. Last time he called, I asked him to eat first with the others, no need to wait for me.

He shook his head, "I'm waiting for you!"

My forehead wrinkled, "What time is it? Hhh, you eat now!" take her to the kitchen in a hurry.

"Santi was forced to eat, but she wants to wait for you, son!" obviously mother. My wife just smiled shyly.

I shook my head and asked him to sit down immediately, "Get me, yes. What do you want to eat?"

"I'll get it, Mas!" he then took the rice and side dishes to our plates.

Suddenly my wife's face changed. He then covered his mouth with his hands. The next second my wife ran to the bathroom and I hurriedly caught up with her.

"Dig,hoeks!" my wife was vomiting in the bathroom.

I then rubbed his neck. After he had finished, my wife washed his face with water.

His white face flushed with a water point at the corner of his eye. I then grabbed him out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" ask mom worried.

"Stop vomiting, mommy," I replied.

"Hhhmm, are you filling up?" ask my wife.

We both looked at each other. Then my wife nodded, "Yes, Mom," she said with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, I have guessed!" sahut mother.

"Can't you, mom?" many wonder.

"Mother is old. It's experience!" emphatically.

"Hmm," I just smiled thinly.

"Do you want another masakin' mom?" ask mom later.

My wife shook her head, "I don't want to eat, Mom," she replied slowly.

"Hmm, yeah mom. I will eat" said my wife at last.

"Mas bribe, huh?" I just wish he would.

"Hmm, yes!"

We ate a plate of both. But my wife only ate a few mouthfuls because she suddenly felt like she was about to faint.

"Why are you, Yanank?" much worry.

"My head," he replied.

I then led her into the living room, sitting on the couch. His face was a little pale.

"Just take a break in the room, son!" mother's word.

"Well, let's go to the room!" take me.

"But,mas?"

"It's okay, yuk!"

I took my wife to my mother's room. He seemed to feel comfortable lying down.

"What do you want to eat, hhmm? Buy it later."

"I don't want to eat anything, Mom. My stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable!"

"Fruits, porridge, cake?"

"Hmm, pineapple, gold."

"Hine? You can't, yank!" my firmness.

"Hhhmm," he looks moody.

"Which is asem-asem, huh?"

He nodded, "Yes,mas!"

"Bought me a rujak, huh?"

"Heem."

"Yes, you've been waiting here, yes. Rest."

"Don't be long, my lady!"

"Yes, honey! Go first!" pamitku then kissed her forehead gently.

I rushed out of the room. There was a mother and Aminah was watching tv.

"How's your wife, son?"

"His head is dizzy and his stomach is nauseous, mother. I'll buy you some fruit first!" my clear.

"May you make it, will you?" bargain mom.

"Is there any, ma'am?"

"Mom bought it at the stall there, kok."

"Let me go to the shop, Mas!" said my brother Aminah.

"Yes," I said and took the money in my wallet.

"No need. Just use mom's money. Your wife gave me money, kok!" said mother.

"Yes, that's it" I said.

Aminah then went to the stall looking for fruit. Half an hour later he came home with some fresh fruit. Mother immediately made the seasoning damaged while Aminah peeled the fruit.

After everything was ready, I called my wife who was resting in my mother's room.

"Yank, it's ready. Yuk!" take me and put him in the living room.

"How do you like it?" ask mom after my wife tasted her dish.

"Hhmm, what a treat, mom!" my wife is happy.

"Don't eat much, you'll eat a little rice!" my spoken.

"Hmm, yes!" saith.

I accompanied him to eat rujak.

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