Possessive Uncle: My Beloved Little Wife

Mas, Ask for Money.

Aya came home from Om Sam's house delivering food. She was not accompanied by her husband because she did not want to disturb Alvin who was busy in his study.

"Yes." A man who is about 5 years older.

"Pak lurah's. Where's it?"

"I'm from Mr. RT's house between KK he just so. Where'd you come from?"

"From Om Sam's house between meals."

"Oh. Mr Alvin how are you? I rarely see it."

"Alhamdulillah good. He's busy this late."

"Oh."

"Yes." The shocking sound made the two look over.

"You're here it turns out. I'm cariin too. Go home." the order went straight away without greeting that lurah at all. Gibran the man who served as the lurah just smiled. He had been in contact with Alvin many times because of the man's beautiful wife. Alvin had also warned him to be far away from Aya.

"I'm sorry, sir. I am not good. My husband is a bit of a person. Yes that is." said Aya feeling guilty.

"It's okay."

"Jas. I'll go home, sir."

"His heart." He looked at Aya's departure with a smile.

Aya followed her husband in quick steps while nagging.

"That's it again. Sensi. I was just passing by and kept her dying. My time did not answer. It's not polite."

"Mas likes that anyway. The same man in question suspected Mulu. Don't suudzon dong Mas. Sin knows it's bad to think of people."

"Ih ga reply. The older the jealous. Worry again."

Alvin smiled looking at his wife who kept babbling. He stopped arriving until he made Aya hit his back.

"Stop not saying. Sick tau." While holding his red nose.

"Where is sick. This yes. Sorry." Alvin said he could not bear to be cold if his wife had whined. The man stroked the wife's nose gently.

"Still sick?"

"Well, don't you lash anymore?"

"Still." The answer is back to the original mode.

"You didn't go tell me first."

"As busy as it is, I can't bear to disturb."

"Rather than you talking to him that even makes Mas disturbed."

"Sorry." Aya hugged her husband. Alvin enjoys Aya's embrace. Very rarely did the woman hug him first.

"You like gini. I'm where you are." Alvin returned his wife's embrace.

"Other times where to talk. It's true that I'm busy. But you are the top priority."

"Yes Mas. Sorry."

"I'm sorry." Said Alvin kissing the head of the wife.

In the afternoon Alvin was in a hurry again looking for his wife. The woman quickly disappeared. They just prayed Ashar together. Alvin just went to the bathroom for a while and Aya was gone.

"Where is my wife?"

"At the back court, sir. Madam is studying cycling with the young Master and Miss."

"That's right." Alvi went straight there.

Alvin saw his wife wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. As soon as**** and looks the same age as his child. It is only fair to go out with Aya He is called Om. The wife was sitting on the bike listening to instructions from her son.

"Yes. What are you doing anyway?"

"Learn bicycles. I want to ride a bike. I have no time to."

"Dear. If you want to ride in a bonceng."

"Come dong Mas. The time of Sampek's death I can't either."

"By the way. Yaudah. I am the one who taught. I'm not sure I'm the same kid."

"Dad ma that."

"Damn. Mom's great."

"Let's go for a little bit of surgery. I can already."

"Rest."

"But Mas.."

"Rest I said."

"Yes, it's."

Everyone gathers in the living room after dinner. Alvin sat embracing his wife on the sofa while his three children sat down below enjoying a snack while watching.

"Ih Ara disgusted. Change it up." He said he saw blood coming out of the zombies.

"Matiin. All movies are like that."

"It's quiet." Alvin said after Zam turned off the big TV.

"Mothers. Did you ever make Mom angry?"

"Often. Almost every day."

"What's That?"

"You're stubborn. What to do."

"But I've never been angry."

"Mother withhold emotion."

"You mother once made me angry."

"You don't get as close to a man as other times. Besides of. No."

"Where are you patient with your mother?"

"Mother is." Answer Ara quickly.

"Emang true. You never get angry with your rich dad." To be honest.

"Udah ah's. Mas. Ask for money."

"Make what?" Alvin asked in surprise because his wife had just asked him for money this time. But he did not think long immediately handed over his card.

"Not Mas. Cash money."

"How much? I don't have much cash."

"Two hundred thousand is enough."

"You want what the hell?"

"You treatise. Let's get our son a martabak up front."

"Mother's best. Come on."

"Yes."

"After Mas. If you want to come along, come on." Said Aya leaving her husband alone.

They walked far enough from home to buy a martabak. Alvin is lazy but he will not let his wife out without direct supervision from him. The man did not stop holding Aya's hand.

Finished buying martabak The man resignedly followed the wife to buy satay and boiled corn.

"Well. Go home yuk."

"Yes, it's." Answer obeys.

They ate voraciously except for Alvin who was not used to roadside food.

"You're just so much more."

"Every once. You don't want to?"

"No."

"Nake Well."

"You guys."

"Judek. We spend it." Said Ara excitedly.