OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

CHEVANI AGRA

“Where is today, smoothly?” I gently stroked the top of Demian's head that was perched at the base of my feet. Didn't expect it, so it also turned out that I was married to him.

“They said my cooking was delicious,” Demian looked at me from the bottom, the man displaying a sumringai smile.

“Oh yes?”

“Iya. Have you ever felt it too?” I nodded steadily. I admit, the food produced by my husband's hands is indeed a very top markotop. Why, so soon he can be a good cook.

These nights are the time to meet your loved ones. Tells about daytime activities until drowsiness comes attacking. Pricilia has been asleep since thirty minutes ago. Now it's papa's turn and his mother's turn to combine love.

I don't know, since I married Demian I feel that my life is completely complete. Lost the emptiness first, even though Demian is not a Hero, but after I became his wife, I always seemed to be near my first husband. It seems that between Demian and Hero has the same character, his face is different.

Brrrm brrrm.

Suddenly our yard was crossed by a white yaris. At first I didn't care, but when Demian suddenly got up and went to the door, then I immediately went along too.

“What's up?” my husband now pokes his head from behind the door facing out. I don't know why I have to hide.

“Sini!” my body was pulled and then told to scan the gaze there as well. Now between my head and Demian's head were both poking at the center of the door, the man was up and I was down.

“Ibil?” a subtle mutter that turns out to be captured by Demian's hearing device.

Right now, we were both staring at a smooth-skinned woman and a middle-western outfit getting off the carriage with an old man. A pair of nets shrunk, looking at a firm hand that was coiled around Ibil's waist.

“That's who?”

“Shhht don't date!” demian immediately covered my mouth with his palm.

Up ahead, it appeared that a pair of humans were either talking about what. Both look enthusiastic. The old man's embrace never escaped Ibil's back. Likewise, the woman who seems to have no burden is treated in such a way.

Chequek!

Suddenly Demian pulled me over and shut the door tight. A little upset because I still want to monitor what the young girl is doing in front of her house.

“You can draw conclusions from the scenery earlier right?” Demian spoke again, then I replied with a headband.

“Ck! Look at it, honey. The ibil came home with an om-om,”

“Hah? You mean oom his mother's son huh?”

“Not,” Demian looks so frustrating. Then he continued a sentence that made my heart pumped. “Ibil the rented woman,”

“What? Don't just accuse you!” it was shocked and ignited emotions at Demian's original speech, but after that he gave a brief kiss on my forehead.

Clever! Demian always does if I'm angry.

“So, yesterday when I was still working in front,” heard it remember I was directly fixed on the newly-finished flats across there. “Me and my friends saw Ibil delivered with a boy her age, boy,”

“Terus?” I listened solemnly.

“Continue, they chat about rent per hour that loh,”

“Ah! Any timing? How can you hear? Kan far,” I still do not believe, but began to be affected by Demian's words.

“Kan just crossed, and they happen to be talking very fast,”

I narrowed my eyes, looking for the lie point of Demian's countenance. But he replied to me sharply, as if scolding because I did not believe his words.

“Udah ah, let's sleep.” My reply then pulled Demian's arm into the room.

“Sleep? I did not want to sleep before.” My head turned back as Demian paused his sentence. Without him continuing, I already knew what the purpose and purpose of the words were.

Basic Demian!

There is no fatigue in bed.

Hahahaha.

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“Chevani,”

“Iya ma'am,” my eyes caught the sighting of a woman who was carrying a lot of paper bags in her hands. I smiled kindly as I spooned the rice and put it in Pricilia's mouth.

“This,” bu Naumi looked enthusiastic then gave her groceries to me. My eyebrows were intertwined, after which a fluffy smile appeared on my face.

Oh my goodness. Gini if the rich. Just talked about it 24 hours ago, uh now it's there.

“Very many clothes ma'am,” I said while ruffling groceries bu Naumi. There's a lot of men's clothes in there, make Ozone.

“I'm not sure if this will work. But at least, if there is a change then a big gift will wait for you,” before leaving bu Naumi was able to give her best smile for me. I replied with a thumb floating in the air.

Yes, although it's hard, but I'm sure Ozone can change slowly. Regarding the lure of Naumi's mom just now, I didn't think too much. Because to me, it would be a pleasure to heal the strange traditions of the old Ozone.

Bismillah.

“For what mba?” the familiar saura appeared and made me turn my head. A girl in her clothes came to me in this place.

“Oh, this is a shirt for Ozone,” I looked at Alya's face which is now starting to blush, he held back a laugh.

“Not him all this time he wears women's clothes huh?”

“That's it, mba want to make him change,”

“Change?”

“Iya,”

“Hahahaha,” finally the laugh came off as well. “Mba is naive, where can,” he continued again with as much as you like. It feels so good that he mocked me.

“Usaha aja, there is a God,” I raised a smile that is still replied with laughter.

“Yaudah whatever, good luck yes mba,” Alya ngacir while still holding his stomach up and down. I don't know what's funny, I think the girl's also starting to go crazy.

When I was a kid, my mom and dad used to say that I should be an unyielding woman. If someone is berating, keep walking straight without having to look. Had to ignore their words at that time, because maybe I was a child and did not know what it was like to live. I just know helping old people, eating and playing. But now that they have died and I have grown up, I have come to understand that the journey of life is not always smooth. There must have been trials that hit from various directions. And lucky I can survive until now. Perhaps out there many women prefer to end their lives tragically rather than face the problems they are suffering from. Uh, unfortunately my parents are dead. Otherwise, they would be proud to have a daughter as strong as me.

Agra Chevani.

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