Papa's Choice Husband

SPP - 5

Asya returned to packing El's suitcase, he also packed all his clothes in the suitcase. His gaze did not escape the posters of his idol. He hugged each other and said goodbye. There was nothing he could do but leave all this behind, because El had warned himself not to carry any posters.

"Why again now?" The successful spell of El surprised Asya.

The girl showed her sad face while pointing at the row of posters in her room. El once again firmly shook his head. He didn't want his room to be filled with his wife's silly fantasies. The young man went down with all the suitcases that Asya had packed.

"You want to go now? Don't want to stay here for a few more days?" Mama asked when she saw El coming down with her suitcases. El nodded for sure, they indeed had to leave immediately.

"Mas El has to work Ma. Here Mas, let me put the car bag, Mas El breakfast first" pinta Asya then bring all the suitcases to El's car.

After putting all the suitcases in the car. Asya returned to the dining table, preparing food for her husband. He prepared all the food until he poured El a drink. The young man was a little uncomfortable with Asya's treatment, but the girl explained that this was the duty of a wife. El can't deny anything and let his wife do what she wants.

"Sister" call Aqilla while playing Asya's clothes.

"Sister? Not dear Brother, but Auntie" Asya replied crouching in alignment with Aqilla. "Oh no no, it's old-fashioned, call Auntie Asya Imo. Okay beautiful?" connect Asya then kiss Aqilla's cheek.

The little girl nodded, but the look on her face became sad. He said nothing to Asya, only holding her stomach. Asya laughs funnyly at Aqilla, then takes her towards the bathroom. Apparently Asya's little niece is having a stomachache.

"Adel, Asya's mob who has to take care of your son? You are.." Farel's words were cut off. He was tired of fighting with his wife.

"Your son is also Mas" said Adelia Ketus.

Their small quarrels made the atmosphere of the dining table awkward. Even so the mothers try to melt it by teasing El about his first night. They rained down on El with so many questions. Unlike the innocent Asya, El answered all the questions with indifference, so impressed as if nothing happened between the two of them. It makes the mothers disappointed.

Asya has returned with her little niece, she helps Aqilla deliver oil to her aching belly. The little girl continued to complain of stomach pain, making Asya worry about being made. "Imo, it must be because I ate a lot yesterday. After the food is all good, I like it" Aqilla's story is so adorable.

El had finished his meal, he invited his wife to leave immediately. "Come" she asked briefly.

Asya still held Aqilla in her arms, calming her little niece who was in a stomachache. But El did not care about it, he told his wife to give Aqilla to his parents. "But Mas.." Asya's rebuttal was cut off because El pulled his hand to leave.

Forced the girl to give Aqilla to Mother, then went to follow El out of the house. Asya did not understand why her husband was so rude and cold. Aqilla was his nephew.

El's car drove away from home just like that, as if there was anger in him. He gave only a short, no-nonsense goodbye and left without hearing anything from his family.

"Mas, what's wrong? Mas El looked angry" Asya asked doubtfully. He tried to open the conversation.

El's answer was just a headband, he didn't say anything. More precisely he did not want to discuss anything with Asya. Asya tried to understand, thinking that her husband was tired. He also started looking for work in the car. Right, watching his favorite drakor.

While being engrossed in watching, suddenly there was a group call coming in on Asya's phone. Who else if not his two best friends.

Description: "Halooo, kangeeen"

Jihan: "Samaa, how's your wedding going? Smooth right?"

Asya : "Yes well, even though I'm beautiful like a princess, but you can't see me sad"

Jihan: "We've seen this, from Mas Galen's insta story. Beautiful asya kita"

Gita: "Omo Omo, really beautiful"

Asya : "You don't, you say. Mas El also has abs kayak oppaa gemes I tuhhh"

Hearing Asya's words, El immediately pulled his phone. Turn off the wife's conversation with her friends.

"Lohh, what the hell is Mas? I'll call again" Asya whined asking for her phone.

"I love you, but I can't talk about that anymore. Sya, don't tell me anything personal" El ordered in his cold tone. Asya nodded quickly, he promised not to tell such a thing again to his friends.

The phone finally returned to Asya's hands. He started the call again and apologized for the phone disconnecting. The girl stopped talking about El, and went back to talking about Asya's marriage. He also told how nice the husband who wanted to celebrate their marriage just for Asya's friends.

Jihan and Gita return to praise how good El is. Although they don't know El, his handsome face explains everything. They are so happy to talk until they forget time. Even Asya did not realize that she had reached her new home.

"Down" chirped El. Asya ends her phone and goes down to follow her husband.

Pak Agus and Mbak Ipah were waiting for them, taking out all the suitcases of Madam and her Master.

Asya followed El into the room. The room was clean and everything was neat. Simple but impressed luxurious, compared to the Asya room that has a lot of money there.

"Ah, Mas ngebosenin's room. I'm resetting huh?" Pinta Asya with spoiled.

"No" answered El and went out of the room. He rushed into the car because he had to get to his office.

Leaving the wife who could only stare at him through the balcony of the room. Asya waved her hand at El's car that was speeding further and further away from home. "Be careful Mas" muttered Asya.

The boring room, made Asya reluctant to stare at him for longer. His evil thoughts began to wander. Because the husband is not home, he took the initiative to reset everything.

"Madam, I'm sorry, but you don't like if the room is not as you want" said Mbak Ipah after hearing Asya's request to change the room.

Often Mbak Ipah gets nagged El just for moving some stuff. Because El had trouble finding what he was looking for, that's why he didn't want to change anything.

"Alright Ma'am, I won't change anything" Asya replied sadly. He began to dress her in the closet. Apparently El had prepared a closet for Asya's clothes.

Sometimes it looks good, sometimes it's cruel. Asya still did not understand, what her husband was like.