Not the Hope Husband

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Doubtfully. Fatir's hand touched the surface of Viona's back and pulled the towel over the top. Viona who was aware of Fatir's hand movements, she immediately took off her embrace. The towel that was held with Fatir's body immediately slumped to the stomach and fortunately the back is held by Fatir's hand to make the towel not get lower and Viona's hand immediately fix upward.

Viona's face was met with red with the shame and then turned her back to Fatir. Although for a moment but clearly the scene coloring the eyes of Fatir. As an adult man even the one in front of him was halal for him. His soul thrashed and continued to whisper "Let's not waste this opportunity."

"Get out!" cry Viona he felt very embarrassed to have watched her makeup body in front of Fatir.

Fatir scratched his nape. So it went awry and then came out of the room with a strange feeling, a feeling that he had a hard time describing. "Huuh ..." exhaled his long breath.

Viona ran to the bathroom for a while, seconds later she returned with her underwear on. "Just go to the place of sale. I'm not pa-pa. I'll be home."

Fatir left with a feeling that is still not good. A feeling that has never been felt before.

Viona. Curse himself. "Something had to happen, stupid, stupid ... my eyes looked at my innocent body, Iiy ...."

Then Viona wears the clothes she took from Fatir's closet. His shirt and trousers are Fatir's. Finish changing clothes back to the bathroom taking clothes and washing them.

In the afternoon Fatir did not return home. Viona sleeps in Fatir and Sidar's room in the middle room ironing out school clothes and Adam's.

In Viona's mind, continue to imagine the incident where something embarrassing happened. "Tembarrassed. I'm ashamed." Clap her forehead.

"Go home ah," get up and snatch her bag. Sidar looks ironing, though,

"Crains? Sidar huh?"

"Not diligent Ma'am. Duty" said Sidar.

"Bak go home first!" it passed away leaving Sidar. While crossing the door, Viona receives a message that the father is asking for money for his children.

"CK, don't ask yourself through Papa. The basic weirdness that's in his brain is just money and money." Grumpily Viona while re-entering. Lazy to go home, where it is raining.

Sidar looked at Viona who turned back and sat on the sofa. "Rain is beautiful?"

"Yes, outside. Here no," said Viona with a forced smile.

Sidar. Then into the kitchen to cook the rice, Viona reentered the room. Sit on a new bed, having previously closed the window.

At about nine o'clock in the evening Fatir came home, soaked in rain. Entering the room immediately found someone curled up under a thin blanket of hers, Viona was asleep.

Fatir's lips smiled considering that Viona's car was still in front and the owner was sleeping soundly. "Hem, he said he wanted a oulang!"

Fatir took his steps out and pulled a towel over his shoulder. "Mak has dinner yet?" fatir's search on Sidar who was watching television.

"Oh, not yet."

"What are you cooking?"

"See at the table. In the fridge are lots of vegetables, fish and meat. Fulfillingly beautiful mother" said Sidar as she pointed towards the kitchen with her chin.

Fatir sneered into the bathroom that passed through the kitchen and looked at the contents of the dining table. After that, go to the bathroom.

Fatir is already in the room. After changing into Fatir's clothes looked at Viona who was sleeping.

Suddenly Viona woke up. "What time is it?" rubbing eyes. Hands twitching in search of a cell phone that somehow stores where.

"Fatir saw the clock in his hand. "Half ten."

"Huh? I have to go home!" hurriedly flicked the blanket.

Fatir approached and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Your husband is here. Why go home?" his voice trembled a little.

I don't know why Viona's heart became Dag Dig dug not because. Moreover, Fatir brought his face closer. Viona slightly turned her back to the back. "You want what you? don't fuck around!" viona's face was anxious.

Fatir's face was getting closer. "Why indeed?" Her voice was right in Viona's ear.

Viona was getting more and more petrified with Fatir's attitude this time.

Fatir's hand pointed towards Viona's chest which was progressively retreating backwards. "Don't leave your clothes open while you're out of the room. It's not good to see Adam and Sidar." Whisper her and button up the shirt attached to Viona's body.

Viona was relieved, she thought Fatir would do what! at once embarrassed, today he was embarrassed in front of Fatir. "Today I'm embarrassed to continue, sorry I came here!" inner Viona.

"Have you eaten yet?" tanya Fatir looked towards Viona.

"Take a ride home, huh? tomorrow I'll take you home from the hem market? outside the rain. I'm tired of the rain, coming home alone is not good either. What do you say, tomorrow? let you sleep in the room and I can sleep on the living room couch."

Viona looked towards the window. And there was indeed the sound of rain so heavy. "So you rained?" he looked towards Fatir who was standing.

"Yes, it's cold. I want some warm tea." Fatir out of the room.

Adam and Sidar may have been asleep, for they were not in the living room. Lonely atmosphere.

Viona follows Fatir to the kitchen. Fatir is making two cups of warm tea. He sat down on the chair and looked under the hood. There are vegetables and fried fish.

"Eat yu? you must not have eaten." Take Fatir while offering a cup of warm tea.

Viona responded with a headband. Just look at what you don't taste anymore eating. But Fatir ate it with gourmand.

Viona walked over to the freezer looking around which time there was something that would arouse her appetite. But nothing made his appetite go up. Though his stomach hungry, want a message also confused want what message?

He could only scratch his head that was not scratching. There are fried noodles, but want the same vegetables and eggs but do not know how to cook them.

"Em .. if you cook fried noodles. Put on eggs and vegetables, how to cook them?" looking back, his eyes turned towards Fatir.

Fatir who wanted to feed rice to his mouth he snuffed after hearing a question from Viona. Then a little laugh. "Can't cook noodles, can't you?"

"Eh .. noodles can, just leaking and vegetables can't." Viona grin. He knows he only knows to eat.

Fatir wearing a t-shirt and a sarong approached Viona who was standing near the refrigerator. Fatir led the woman to cook noodles, from boiling to making eggs.

"Want one or two?" ask Fatir.

"Two of them." Viona replied while preparing her bowl.

Fatir stood behind Viona. Doubtfully holding Viona's hand teaches her to make a shortfall. The fragrance of perfume and shampoo from Viona's head burst into Fatir's nasal cavity and he continued to suck his scent from behind.

While Viona focused on her cooking, she now knew that making cow's eye eggs was rich. Her lips smiling happily finally could.

Unaware that his back was attached to Fatir's chest. And Fatir's hand held Viona's hand, guiding her every move.

Fatir closed and sighed. I don't know what happened to him at this time, which he clearly felt there was a vibration in his body like being electrocuted. Swished great. After perfect ripening, Fatir then took off Viona's hand and moved away to continue eating the food he had left.

Viona brought it near Fatir and ate it there. "Em .. nyam-nick, nyam."

Fatir smile. Looking at Viona who was so greedy eating fried noodles, then raised her face. Sipping a drink of water that he brought from the refrigerator.

After eating and washing his food. Viona immediately entered the room to continue her delayed dream. But after a moment of closing his eyes, when he woke up to the sound of a squalid sound from above, he immediately got out of bed and brought the blanket out.

Approaching Fatir who was lying on the sofa. Sit on the side where Fatir is lying.

Sontak Fatir wake up. "What's wrong?"

"W-that's the noise of the crusts, above. Scared." Viona hugged her blanket with an anxious face.

"Most rat Non." Fatir murmured with a severe voice because he had fallen asleep.

"I'm scared, I'm sleeping on the couch, okay?" pinta Viona pleads. Then move on to the other sofa.

"Huh? no. gabe. You're in the room, at least the rat's voice need not be afraid.

"But!" Viona looked at Fatir who was just wrapped in her sleeping gloves.

The fatir who had just woken up again. He walked over to Viona and Viona's wrist was invited to stand up. "You can't sleep here not good at seeing kids."

"Why? just sleep anyway. Wear a blanket." Viona wonder.

"Just can't." Fatir leads Viona into the room ....

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