Not the Hope Husband

Beloved daughter-in-law

After taking off the hug on his wife, Fatir rushed to grab the towel and went to the bathroom.

Viona slumped sitting dumbly on the edge of the bed. His breathing is still irregular and entak why do not feel willing Fatir stop halfway. There's a sense of sadness. Sick, there's happy too. Biting his lower lip and taking a deep breath .. then directed his gaze toward the upper part of his body with open buttons, looking tangled.

A few minutes' delay. Fatir came back wearing a towel. Looking at the dumbass Viona and looking at her. "Mandi Non, spout. The maghrib."

"But ... shame!" Viona slow. "Should you watch this hour?" staring at Fatir's wet hair and scented shampoo.

Fatir stared flatly. "You need to pray, you need to be clean, right?"

"I'm ashamed of the others!" cry Viona restrained.

"Why should I be ashamed? we're husband and wife, not kebo-gathering." Fatir.

"Iih .." muttered Viona looked lazy and scratched her non-itchy nape. "The thing is, the bathroom is public. It's not personal."

"Do I need to bathe?" Fatir approaching. While Viona backed off.

"Come, spout! a quick shower is important clean."

With a heavy heart Viona complied, brought two towels and quickly to the bathroom half-run in shame.

Sure enough, Viona took a shower of lightning, so that quickly was in Fatir's room again as his lips trembled due to shivering cold.

Fatir shakes. Giving a mukena after Viona is fully dressed. They performed Maghrib prayers together, as if this heart was calm, cold.

After that Viona kissed the back of Fatir's hand and Fatir kissed Viona's head. This is the first time they have performed prayers together. Viona looked still shivering in the cold. Sitting on the edge of the bed still using mukena.

Fatir folds the prayer rug of both former. "Here I help dry her hair."

Viona immediately opened her face and Fatir dried her hair with a towel. The pure white nape was perfectly exposed in plain sight, Fatir dipping briefly at Viona's back neck. Makes Viona's hair bristle.

Then Fatir peaked Viona's shoulder into his embrace. He was full of warmth, Viona felt very comfortable and did not want to be released. Verily Viona was disappointed every hope something happened always just depends on it. Sometimes a bad thought is broken, is Fatir not normal? but it is also impossible if not normal, the proof is that he is able to give a terrible foreplay to him.

Viona returned Fatir's embrace tightly. Then Viona raised her face looking at Fatir. "Back yu?" keep drowning his face in Fatir's chest that field.

"Just get in here, huh?" fatir's voice was slow.

"No way, tomorrow I have a meeting" Viona replied.

"Tomorrow Sunday Non ..." Typal Fatir returns while stroking Viona's newly dried hair.

"Yes, Sunday, who said Friday? there's something I need to take care of at the branch-office"

"Out of town?" inquiry Fatir. Replied with a nod.

"Oma wants to see us" continued Viona.

Fatir took Viona off and laid her body back. "No need ah, scaring spicy."

Viona furrowed her brows. "Sedas, you mean?"

"Yes, the spiciness of in-laws."

"Bug ..." Bugh! viona's hand intended to hit Fatir's thigh which hit not the thigh but his junior who hit.

Fatur squealed and cupped his hands to where his junior was rolling his stomach while in pain.

Viona was shocked and anxious. Not yet he has rasain hit his own hand. "Awh ... insolent hands, what if the junior dies? I haven't felt it yet!" inner Viona cursed herself.

"Sorry, Fatir. I-I-I'm sorry, accidentally?" Viona was nervous her face looked anxious.

Fatir turned his body around by still covering it. "Never used it, what if it's defective? we can't feel it Vi."

Behind her anxious face Viona is painted a funny smile, hearing the words of Fatir. "I'm sorry, not intentionally, right?" viona's head while smiling to herself.

"Did, even a smile? it hurts!" Fatir woke up and looked in wonder.

"Fatir, dinner is ready to take his wife to eat." The sound of the back.

Fatir and Viona looked at each other, then Viona shook her head. "Go home now?" while pulling Fatir's hand.

Both of Fatir's eyes were directed at Viona's hand holding her hand. "If I don't want to?" then I turned to Viona.

"I can go home by myself," Viona's arm moved away. Taking out a comb and tidying up her hair, Viona's heart was irritated. Was made madly.

Suddenly Fatir's hand coiled around Viona's stomach and felt something moist at her nape. Apparently Fatir's lips kissed him.

Viona closed her eyes. Then he took off Fatir's hand, moved from his seat. Picked up the bag and passed leaving Fatir stunned.

"Mom, Vi go home first huh?" pamit Viona on bu Afiah.

"Eat first Nduk, it's ready." The word bu Afiah pointed to the dish on the table.

"Vi, just eat at home." While glancing towards Fatir who was ready and carrying his jacket.

"Beautiful don't want to creep in?" She stared at Viona.

"Em, next time, huh? tonight Ma'am has business first, healthy yes," said Viona hugged Sya briefly. Then walk away who previously said hello.

"Mom, I'll go first." Pamit Fatir then followed Viona's steps first and a little faster.

"Are you beautiful?" greet the young man hanging out on the porch of the house that Viona passed by.

Viona replied with a smile and nodded respectfully.

"Oh Lord .. how sweet is his smile. Sweeter than sugar" the young man told his friend.

"You want her smile." Tempt them.

Despite feeling annoyed, Viona's lips smiled to themselves while glancing at Fatir's hand which was on her waist.

"Happy own way, in a guy's goddamn." Fatir muttered in a strange tone.

Viona. "What the hell?"

Fatir did not answer but opened the car for Viona. Viona gave me the key.

Throughout the journey no one opened his voice except the sound of car engines and other vehicles. In Viona's mind is still berubel the real question Fatir is normal, no?

How every making out is never more, just that. Making his heart growl, he somehow also expects to there. "Ah, crazy. How I'm being a gini bitch." Viona shook her head.

Upon arrival in front of the house, the scurity nodded respectfully after opening the gate. Viona gets off at the tail by Fatir.

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Oma ... Mammy? call Viona while crossing the door.

"Eh ... Oma's grandson, has now forgotten the same Oma?" Oma Yani warmly welcomes Viona and Fatir.

"Busy Oma, not forgetting." Viona replied while hugging her Omanya.

Oma Yani turned her head towards Fatir with a sharp look. Making Fatir bow and his heart dag Dig dug.

"Fatir, have you forgotten about Oma? here it's bringing chicken noodles to, Oma kangen same chicken noodles you made."

Fatir raised his head. "Sorry Oma, I forgot to bring it. But if Oma wants to, I can make it here!" while kissing the hand of Oma Yani.

"With Noodles can there be?" Oma Yani frowned.

"Can Oma. I made ya?" Fatir went straight to the kitchen to execute the noodles that were there.

"How are you, Bi Ijah .." said Fatir to bi Ijah who was washing.

"Eh, Den Fatir, Good Den." Answer bi Ijah.

"Bi, please show me the noodles and vegetables. There ain't?" Fatir looked at bi Ijah's back.

Aunty left her job and walked to show her the place where Noodles and vegetables were in the refrigerator. "And at the table there is still a lot of cooking for you to have dinner, the lady has eaten. Den Fatir and Non Viona just eat."

"Oma, want to eat chicken noodles, Bi. I forgot to take it, anyways don't ask," Fatir replied.

"Oh, but have eaten kok," short. Bi Ijah is so dumb.

"Auntie just keep working." Continue Fatir while preparing the pot and Chicken.

Viona who was in the living room with Oma, her mother was chatting. "What did Oma tell me to come here?"

"Can't you? this week you don't come back here, it's natural that Oma tell you to come here."

"Mama misses Mama's daughter too." Ms. Asri was embracing Viona's shoulder.

Viona. "Mama too, in the office also met ih. Lebay deh."

"Ih, not lebay, it's kangen too. Together in this house. Isn't it Mom?" looking at the mother.

"Yes, this is the kid who keeps it going every night, forgets about us." The Timpal Oma Yani.

"Ow ... Oma, Mama I'm not a kid who likes to sleep with you guys-"

"Emang yes, this Vi once a month there just want to sleep with Mama or Oma."

"That's it, but Asri. Means now Viona is more mature, the responsibility is more and more as well.

"Oyeah, where's papa?" viona asked, deliberately diverting the conversation.

"I don't know, haven't come home yet" said the mother.

Oma Yani moved from her seat. Walking towards the kitchen wanted to see her mantis cooking noodles that would become home-cooked chicken noodles. Viona follows her Oma.

Oma Yani stood by the door looking at Fatir who was busy cooking noodles for her.

Viona mollipir and took an apron. "This cake was. It'll get dirty on his shirt."

Fatir looked back, and slightly bowed to Viona for Viona to wear. Viona put it on and tied it to the back. Then Viona backed down to let Fatir continue his work.

A few minutes later the Fatir cook was ready, two bowls of chicken noodles in the hands of Fatir for Oma and Bu Asri. "The chicken is ready ...."

Fatir served at the front dining table Oma, Bu Asri who just appeared was directly sitting next to Oma Yani.

They directly devoured the chicken noodles that Fatir served.

Viona walked away from the dining table. Climbing the stairs to his room which he had not lived for a few days.

Both of Fatir's eyes stared at Viona's steps up the stairs. Then turned his gaze to Oma and her mother-in-law. "How, yummy?"

"Son, the roof fits." Oma Yani gave a thumbs up.

"Have a spicily fitting name. Keep it!" timpal Bu Asri bribing.

Fatir's lips were attracted to a wide smile. Looking at the expressions of the two women before him.

"Wah-wah, wah .. there is a favorite ghost apparently! who secretly had a lover and betrayed my daughter. Cueh, marrying our son is just a lure to get a lot of treasure." Mr. Rusadi's voice from behind Fatir.

Fatir was startled and immediately turned to the source of the voice that directly blasphemed him ....

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