My wife Slave of Lust

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When we were still cool to make Dori as a laughing stock, suddenly my phone rang. I paused my gel for a moment, then grabbed the flat object I had placed on the nightstand. A smile rose on both corners of my lips after reading the name on the glass screen.

"Hello ...!" I rushed out, looking for a quiet atmosphere so I could clearly listen to the voice of someone across the street.

"Darling, is the concert over?" ask her with a wet hoarse voice mixed with sobbing.

I was a bit jolted, that voice was a typical sound issued by a person who was crying. "Why are you crying?" ask me to return without responding to the question.

Vida .. yes, she cried after I asked that question. I'm a little confused as to what I should do. In my mind right now ..if she was crying meant that something was not right. Moreover, judging from the type of crying, this was definitely not a trivial matter. I paced back and forth like an iron, while shaking my waist with one hand, still not calm if Vida had not explained.

"I ... I miss you," he said later, still accompanied by spoiled sobs that sounded more heartbreaking.

JHJ ... JHJ ... JRENG

Since then my bad thoughts have traveled everywhere. I think he's in big trouble or something. But it turned out .. hem .. I could only sigh in relief, because the fact did not match what was in my mind.

"I'm home, honey. Tomorrow there is still a meeting and greet with the fans. Patience, yes." I can only persuade him with that sentence. I hope it will be a little quieter than before.

I know, the adage of love once said that 'Hindu will be treated, if met the lover'. And ... my sentence earlier, certainly not a potent drug that can treat his longing. However, what can I do, I am also under contract, there is no way I can go home alone to eliminate the thirst of taste that is raining down on my wife's heart.

However, I haven't had time to listen to the answer from her sweet lips, the phone call was over already.

Did he turn it off? My mind stared at the screen of the phone that only showed wallpaper. A second later, I tried to make a call back. But unfortunately, even the voice of the operator was heard.

...💔...

"Cambodio ... Ibra ... Ibra ...," cried most of the women who were there, as we crossed the red carpet. I heard this meet and greet event was deliberately organized and needed to be done by the committee, because of the many requests from fans. Of course, we welcome him with pleasure.

With little difficulty splitting the path among the sea of humans, we still tried to reach the simple stage that had been provided. The event was held at the largest mall in the city. Naturally, if its capacity to accommodate hundreds or even thousands of people who are crammed to achieve their desires, it becomes a little doubtful. However, I did not expect, this event went smoothly without any commotion.

An hour later

"Ib, where are you going?" asked Habibi whose steps seemed to widen after seeing me out-leaving the crowd.

"I have to go home, Bi." I kept dragging a step because I didn't want to miss the plane I booked last night.

Yes, after failing to contact my wife, I immediately decided to fly after today's event was over.

"But .. isn't our itinerary home .. tomorrow. Did something bad happen to your wife?" He asked with a worried face.

I smiled lightly, then got into the taxi parked in front of the mall-ready to take me to the airport. "Greetings to the kids, Bi. Please tell them, sorry I can't go home together. Have fun for you!" my message to him before the windshield of the car swallows my face.

I couldn't possibly tell Habibi the truth, that I was coming home soon just because my wife missed me. He could have laughed so hard at me.