Not a Savings Woman

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In the middle of enjoying the food, Haris remembered Ainaya who did not come out. Since Ida and Indrawan went home, the woman continued to be in her room after breastfeeding Bilal. 

"What's up, Mom?" ask Jihan to investigate. 

Haris shakes. Chew the food slowly. 

Is it possible that Ainaya fell asleep? 

Staring at the food menu is still a lot, while they only eat two. Then look back. Still the same, there was no sign of Ainaya coming out making Haris a little anxious. 

"I'll call Ainaya first, Mas. Poor he hasn't eaten." Jihan stood up from her seat. 

Haris gave a small nod of omens to allow his wife to leave. 

Jihan knocked on the room and called out the name of the occupant. 

Shortly after, Ainaa opened the door. The woman looked pale and limp. 

"Aren't you papa, Nay?" Jihan held onto Ainaya's cold hand. 

"I'm not papa, ma'am, maybe because I'm tired, '" replied Ainaya. 

Jihan led Ainaya to the bed. Look at the large size of the bandages. 

It seemed that Ainaya had only brought a bag. Then when did he buy those pads. 

Jihan looked at Ainaya with a suspicious look. In that house there was no one but the three of them. And no one came. 

"When did you buy a pad, Nay?" ask Jihan to investigate. 

Ainaya smiled softly. "Online, Mum. That opened the door, Mr. Haris." Ainaya answered him straightforwardly. Because it was thought about before. 

Jihan mangosteen understands. The suspicion vanished and was sure Ainaya wasn't lying. 

"Oh yeah, I'm calling you to dinner. You can go to the dining room or I can take it." 

Ainaya shook his head for a moment. It was impossible for him to trouble Jihan who was currently his master status. 

"I'll eat by myself. Now I'll just eat with Mr. Haris." Ainaya held onto her stomach which was starting to feel cramped. However, he tried to put on an ordinary face. 

"Well, if that's the case, I'll go first. Later if you are hungry just eat, later tonight you can also sleep in Bilal's room." Jihan patted Ainaya's shoulder gently and then came out. 

No words were spoken from Ainaya's lips. He is trying to accept the situation, also wishing the best for his future. Divorced or not, Ainaya resigned. 

After a short break Ainaya came out of his room. He sat in the dining room. The headlights of the front room have been replaced with dim lights, which means that Jihan and Haris have fallen asleep.

I've heard the saying, that as much as hiding a carcass would smell too. Is this charade going to be exposed without me telling Haris' parents? or even will be stored neatly until anytime. 

Aimee began to wonder. Little did not want to dismantle it, but one day it will definitely flake off by itself, because the lie will not be forever eternal. 

Just a few bribes, Ainaya heard the sound of a baby crying, it was certain it was Bilal. He had to stop eating. Then look at the state of the baby. 

"Cup cup" 

Sure enough, it turns out Bilal was crying in Jihan's arms, while Haris was also confused by Bilal's increasingly echoing cry. 

"Maybe he's hungry, ma'am." Ainaya approached Jihan, taking Bilal from her hand

"When this was also the breast that I kept in the refrigerator, why did he still not want to?" tanya Jihan showed me the milk bottle she had in her hand. 

Ainaya rubbed Bilal's forehead as the baby began to suck up his food. 

"Maybe her nipples are too big so she's not comfortable" Ainaya said. 

Jihan scratched her head that was not itchy. True what Ainaya said, maybe that became an obstacle. 

Bilal regained his composure while in Ainaya's arms. The boy seemed comfortable hearing the mother's singing. Although Jihan often did the same thing, it still had no effect. 

Is it possible because Persecution is her birth mother? What if Bilal keeps getting comfortable with him. 

Jihan came out of the room followed Haris from behind. They stood at the corner of the stairs, turning back to the door of Bilal's slightly open room. 

"What's wrong?" tanya Haris grabbed onto Jihan's shoulder. 

Jihan shook her head without a sound. "I'm sleepy" he said later. 

Haris gently rubbed the head of the wife. "You sleep first, I still have an office job," said Haris kissed his wife's forehead and then went into the workspace. 

Almost half an hour with the laptop. Haris was thirsty, and there was no drinking water. He had to go back to get a drink. However, in the middle of the journey he saw a plate containing rice was stranded without the owner. 

Is that Ainaya's meal? Why not spend it, so dirty. 

Haris. Continue to move towards the back. He took a glass of water and gulped it down on the spot. Then, switch to Bilal's room. 

''You know, there are no servants in this house? That means it should not be slovenly, after eating should be washed. Just eat enough. Not good food is not spent," said Haris bertubi. 

"I haven't finished eating, sir. I will spend it, and I know myself. Take it easy," Ainaya replied explaining. 

Haris immediately left and returned to his room. 

While Ainaya moved from his seat. He took Bilal out of his room. Can't bear to leave the baby alone in the cold of a bone-chilling night. 

"The henchman yes, son. Mama eat first." Ainaya pulled his chair back. Put the plate on another chair to make it easier to eat. 

It was so hard being a mother, but Ainaya did not feel burdened in the least. 

Haris who was in his room seemed pensive thinking about his next move. On one hand he wants to be immediately detached from his series marriage to Ainaya and live a normal life as before. However, on the other hand it is impossible to separate Bilal and Ainaya at this time. Basically, the baby still needs breast milk from his mother.

As long as Ainaya keeps her mouth shut, surely everything will be fine, and Jihan will not know about my marriage to him. 

Haris closes his laptop and exits. He looked towards Ainaya who was eating while holding Bilal.

His heart moved and approached the woman.

"Other times if you want to eat call me, so that you do not bother," said Haris in a flat tone. 

Being watched in such a way made Ainaya's chest flutter. He smiled and gave Bilal to the man. 

"Don't be too ge er, I just don't want Bilal exposed to food waste" he added. 

Ainaya continued eating without answering. Reluctant to talk to Haris who must be a lot of kilah. 

No papa, at least you still care about our son. I'm self-conscious and don't deserve to be your wife.