My wife's lover

chapter 69

The clock has shown at nine in the morning, I have to pick up my daughter at her school.

"You wanna go get Alya, yank?" ask my wife who is lying in bed playing with a device.

"Yes, I'm coming!' he then stood up to me.

Where I went, he never wanted to stay.

Her jealousy has been increasing since she became pregnant. What should he be jealous of. I am not a rich and great man who will be the target of women. Especially now that he no longer allows me to wear office clothes as usual.

Even this morning he only prepared a regular t-shirt for me to wear to the minimarket just like my clothes when I worked at the building store. But yes, rather than later he was disappointed and upset, I just follow his will.

I immediately drove the car to my daughter's school. It turned out that the children had started to go home and only a few had just come out of the school gates. I waited in the car five to ten minutes but my daughter didn't show up at the school gate. My feelings are starting to get bad. Usually my daughter would go out with her friends.

"Alya where are yank, isn't he usually not out yet?" ask my wife.

"Yes yes, my mom. He usually never comes out later. Are we asking the same teacher, sir?"

"Well, let's ask the teacher, yank! We'll ask Andre."

We got out of the car. There was a teacher passing by the gate of the school. We rushed to him.

"Assalammu'alaikum, ma'am teacher," greetings to both of us.

The teacher turned to us, "Wa'alaikumsalamm. Yeah, anything I can help you with, sir, ma'am?" suhut ma'am teacher friendly.

"I want to ask, Mom. Is Class 1A home?" ask wife.

"Class 1A has gone home, ma'am. Not long!" answer the teacher.

Deg. My heart beats faster. Where's daughter.

"Are you sure they've all gone home? You see my daughter who is in 1A class until now has not come out as well," I said began to worry.

"Then the father and mother can ask directly to the homeroom teacher. Let me take you to the office!" bring the teacher.

We both followed him to the office. We were directed to my daughter's homeroom teacher named Ms. Wati.

"Bu Wati's. Someone's looking for a 1A grader. Maybe Wati's mom knows!" said the teacher who delivered us.

"The 1A-class kid came home five minutes ago. What's wrong?" ask Ms. Wati.

"Are you sure all the 1A students are home, Mom?" I'm not sure yet.

"Yes, sir. They all came home five minutes ago!"

"But my daughter who studied in the 1Ath grade isn't there anyway, usually she'll wait at the gate before we pick her up!" my clear.

I'm getting anxious. Where is Alya really.

"Let's just ask Andre, mas!" advice wife.

I nodded, "Mom, can we go to 3A? My oldest son studied in grade 3A. I wanted to ask if she might know where her sister is" I asked.

"Oh yes sir, please! Let me deliver!" haggling bu guru.

We then met Andre in his class. Andre let's leave class for a moment to see us.

"Son, do you know where your sister Alya is?" I was immediately impatient.

"Alya's sister in her class, yeah!" answer Andre.

"But all the students in 1A class have gone home, son!" my spoken.

"Well, where's Alya going, Dad?" my son was getting anxious too.

"Dad doesn't know, either, son. Usually your sister will wait at the gate if you are late to pick up. But today my father came on time but your sister is not there."

"Where's sister?"

"Is there a bu CCTV here, which leads to the gate?" tanyaku later.

"Oh there, sir. Let me take you to the officer who takes care of the school's CCTV!" take the teacher then.

We then met the officer who was meant by the teacher.

"Sir, can you show me the CCTV footage from half an hour ago?" pinta ma'am guru to the officer in the CCTV room.

It turns out that on the CCTV screen it shows that my daughter has been picked up by Lisa. It was Lisa who had picked up Alya first.

"Well, that's sir someone's already picked up my dad's daughter!" exclaim ma'am guru.

"Yes, ma'am." I said slowly.

"What do you know about that woman?" ask the teacher.

"Yes I know you, ma'am."

"Who, sir?" ask the teacher.

"Hmm, mother," I replied quietly.

"Alhamdulillah if his mother is right, sir. So it is clear sir, if the father's daughter has been picked up with her mother. You can just go see your mother!" obviously the teacher.

"Alright, mom. Thank ye. Then excuse me first" I said later.

I went to meet Andre in his class so that my son wouldn't think of his sister.

"Your sister was taken with your mother."

"What yeah, so Alya's sister brought the same mother?" My son looks surprised too.

I then say goodbye to the teacher and rush forward my car towards Lisa's husband's house.

"You have to be patient, don't get carried away!" wife says.

"Dear, I won't be emotional. I just want to bring Alya home."

"What if her mother doesn't allow Alya to come home with us, mas?"

"Yes, let's see later. I will definitely bring Alya home with us!" my firmness.

Why did Lisa act this way. What her true purpose is and know where Lisa would come from if my two children went to school here.

We finally got to Lisa's husband's house. The house I used to go to. The house looks empty. But there were mothers chatting in the house not far from Lisa's husband's house.

My wife and I got out of the car and walked towards the house. We knocked on the iron gate and called my daughter's name but there was no word.

"Alya! Alya!!" yells over and over again.

"Who are you looking for, mbak, mas?" ask one of the mothers I saw chatting in front of a house not far from Lisa's husband's house.

"We're looking for our son Alya, ma'am!" sahut.

"Alyas? As far as I know, there is no such thing as Alya!" answer the mother.

"Hhmm, my daughter Alya was taken by the person who lives in this house, ma'am. Name's Lisa. Do you know me?" ask again.

"Oh Lisa? The actor?" ask two mothers almost simultaneously.

My wife and I just kept listening to them.

"Is the lysis home, ma'am?" ask wife.

"So early this morning we saw Mr. David and the actor and the baby were gone and didn't seem to be home yet!"

"Not home yet, ma'am?" my head is starting to feel dizzy.

"Yes, who is Alya, Mas?"

"Alya is my daughter, ma'am!" my answer.

"What does this have to do with actor Lisa?"

I took a heavy breath, "Lisa's my ex-wife," I replied softly.

"Ooh, Lisa's my ex-wife, huh?" ask all the mothers who were there.

I just nodded. And all the mothers turned to my wife with a strange look.

"Oohh, panties. Maybe Lisa is stressed because of her handsome husband, huh? So she snatched her husband away from Melly. Poor Melly, yeah!" they whispered to each other and took turns glancing at my wife until my wife's face turned red.

"I never left him, mom! My wife and I have been married for three months! !" my firmness. I don't want all the mothers here to think badly of my wife let alone my pregnant wife being more sensitive.

"Oohh, so Lisa's the one who cheated on me, huh? Yes, women are stupid. Having a handsome husband like this in living instead choose the mediocre David. No longer a husband. Melly was often hit by the same David. Thankfully, we are divorced."

"Well, try the masnya married equally mbak Melly must be exciting tuh,tukeran ya. Hihihi." chirps the oldest mother.

"Huuss!" tell the others."

"Eehh, I'm sorry, ma'am!"

More and more mothers are coming. My wife looks tired and stressed. I also intend to go home to find Alya elsewhere even though I do not know where else to find my daughter.

"Hmm, excuse me, ladies. Find my son somewhere else. Thanks for the information!" pamitku then rushed away from there while holding my wife.

"Well, can't you go home a handsome mas?"

"Don't you hurry, hasn't your daughter met?"

"Eehh,mas!"

Shouted the mothers who were there. I was accelerating my footsteps.

"Mom-mom's still a frenzy!" said my wife was upset.

"Yank, don't be angry."

"Other of the actors, they are seduced in front of my face! How did I not fall!" grunts.

"Yes-iya mas ngerti. The important thing is not to be tempted, right?"

"Hhhhhhhh,"

"Already, donk! Now where are we gonna find Alya, yank?" many confused.

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