Not the Hope Husband

Snakehead

"Asri, what's the fuss?" the sound of Bu Yani from behind the door of Asri's room.

Bu Asri let out a long sigh before finally approaching the door. Tety ....

"What's wrong, ma'am?" Asri stood in front of her mother.

"So, there's a fuss? why?" staring in wonder while looking inward.

"There is no Mom. Nothing yet!" he answered again, looking back.

Bu Yani's face looked suspiciously. But he no longer spoke but turned his body back down and headed for his room.

"Be careful, ma'am" said Asri staring at the back of the mother who walked down the stairs.

Ms. Asri walked back after closing the door.

Ting.

Ting.

Ting.

Mr. Rusadi's cellphone the sound of Asri's heart was lured to take it. After he opened and read the contents of the message how stunned and hurt bu Asri.

Fill in a message that calls out affection and thanks for buying a place to live. And it is clear who gave the message, the young woman who is not far from the age of Sita, the princess.

"Your work, you can betray the household we have built for decades." This middle-aged woman is heartbroken. His chest tightness and pain up to the heart, again melt clear water dripping and sliding just like that.

Never did she think that her husband doing something would make the sturdy household that had been built. Never terbesit in the least will experience like this when they are not young anymore.

Ms. Asri immediately saved the phone to its original place before Rosadi came out of the bathroom. Hurriedly he laid his body on the bed and covered his body with a thick blanket until it covered his head.

Straight tears just flow down the cheeks without being invited and difficult to stop. Ms. Asri cried without the sound of a bloody wound. Then came the sound of footsteps approaching the bed and stopped not far from where Asri was lying.

Rusadi had just finished cleaning himself and was looking for the existence of the usual dressing clothes the wife provided. "Where's my shirt? why don't you get it ready?" rusadi's voice sounded annoyed.

Rusadi's voice was clearly heard in Bu Asri's ear, but Asri was reluctant to answer let alone get the items her husband needed. This time he really felt heartbroken, sick. Disappointment mixed.

"Asri, where are my clothes?" with high-pitched voice.

Before replying, Ms. Asri took a heavy breath but was still in the same position she said. "Take it yourself. My head suddenly dizzy. Want to take a break."

"Reason. You were fine, why not prepare first?"

"You, I can take it myself. My head's dizzy. I want to rest." Ms. Asri bit her lower lip. As much as possible to hold his cry, do not break.

"He ... h, useless!"

"Yes, pardon Mas .. This time I did not prepare your needs. You said I was useless. Who has served you all this time? who's? why don't you appreciate it!" batin Bu Asri's. Her tears kept falling onto the pillow and it felt so warm.

Rusadi is now neat and the smell is so fragrant filled the room space. Pick up your phone and check the chat. Unsuspecting that it had been opened earlier by the wife.his lips smile themselves imagining the woman alone has made the heart of Mr. Rusadi flowery. Especially considering the service is still aggressive, the engine is still good and the body is also still tight unlike his wife who is saggy and has dropped the engine. Less mood according to him.

From under the covers, Ms. Asri's nose snorted at the smell of her husband's fragrant perfume. Want to see if someone exists or vice versa? that intention was not he ignored. There was no sound of steps coming out the door, meaning Rusadi was still in the room.

The man knew it was sitting on the sofa as if he had forgotten his wife, all he did was look at the picture of a young woman whose heart was still fresh and body was fine, he said, not bored he looked at it with a smile that was so fluffy.

To the point of falling asleep on the spot while hugging his chest.

Ms. Asri slowly walked out of her blanket. Looking right and left then bead her eyes fixed on her husband who was asleep on the sofa with her lips flattering a smile. His heart Asri ma'am is getting sick, he thought surely Mr. Rusadi was being overwhelmed all about the woman.

Bu Asri's petals looked puffy and her eye beads were red. Her chest tightened again in light of her husband's betrayal.

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As Viona and Fatir arrive at Viona's apartment unit, they look tired after a few days out of town. Viona was on her knees opening her suitcase, taking all the stuff out and moving it to the closet.

The fatir who had just emerged from the bathroom finished cleaning himself. Seeing his wife tidying up his clothes, he helped.

Viona pulled her lips to the side. Seeing the treatment of her husband who always paid attention to her. Viona's hand stuck out and slightly pulled the towel wrapped around Fatir's waist covering her core area.

"Don't dong baby, it'll be free!" fatir said while putting away Viona's hand.

"Biarin," replied Viona as she pulled back the Fatir towel.

"Wake there, he said earlier in a hurry when I was still bathing. Now even fool around." Fatir approaches the closet storing clothes from the suitcase.

"A lot of urticaria. The towel is hard to sag. He he - he." Viona was standing about to go to the bathroom, her hands busy unbuttoning the shirt attached to her body.

When to step. Her leg Viona tripped over the suitcase so that her body was smeared and hit Fatir's body so that both of them fell.

Brugh!

"You!" cry Viona, the bodies of the two fell right onto the bed. Fatir's hand hugged Viona's body which was piercing her.

"Be careful dong Vi .." while they sat so deeply together. With a heart that dag dig dug ser. Thumping no crap.

Viona realized when she felt something was stirring between the two and something was moving down there. He jolts awake, nervous and amused by the one who just moved or thrashed. Both of his shoulders swayed and immediately went down and his feet took his steps to the bathroom.

Fatir was still in the same position as squinting at Viona who rushed in and lost behind the door. "Darling, don't you take long? responsibility is!"

"Ndon't want to!" scream Viona from behind the door.

Fatir woke up and shook his head with a smile. Get down and drag her steps closer to the bathroom door that Viona has inside.

Click!

It just so happened that the door was unlocked from the inside so Fatir slowly walked in and Viona did not notice. Viona Anteng soaking back towards the door. Fatir approached his wife, standing nearby.

"Lad! u-snakes. Be-big." Viona gasped in shock as she glanced to the right, which she saw first was not Fatir's body but the head of the snake hanging out in front of her. Covering his face with both palms.

With a shout of Viona Fatir came in shock and immediately covered her body with a towel. "Darling, it's me. There are no snakes." Holding both of Viona's hands that covered her pretty face.

Slowly Viona peeked out from the crack of her finger. Looking towards Fatir who was crouching nearby. Then Viona hit the water until it spouted. "Why do I have to jump in anyway? make people surprised. What if I try? there's-there's a.

"Yes, sorry, sorry, sorry." Fatir embraces Viona's head then in her kisses many times.

"Now, my heart is still pounding rich gini." Viona's hand held her chest that seemed to go up and down.

"Kan, I'm sorry, baby." Then Fatir rubbed the upper chest of the wife.

"It's awful." Viona muttered, her bead eyes fixed on Fatir's face which boasted her smile.

Fatir does feel funny with the behavior of his wife. The rich look just saw when it was, it was his toy!

"Why smile?" ketus Viona's. Seeing Fatir keep smiling.

"Funny baby, you're rich for the first time just look, ha ha ha ...."

"The problem is, surprise. I didn't see the guy. Suddenly his head appeared. Yes I was in shock, how to try if the one who entered it was not my husband but someone else? iiy ..." shuddering.

"Don't dong Vi, not anyone else." Cup! landing a warm kiss on the wife's forehead. While his hands were still at home wiping the fruit hanging beautifully on his tree.

Finally Fatir went into the same bathtub as Viona and soaked together. Previously threw a towel on his hanger. Then Fatir's hand grabbed the wife's body and carried her into his arms.

"I love you." Fatir's whisper was right in Viona's ear.

The whisper made his body crumble. Then feel something moist soft smog aka small kisses landed in the neck niche. Up on the forehead cheek and end up on the lips, it seems like a hot struggle will occur inside the bathtub ....

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