Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair

Two Wives

"Dila." said Clara smiled faintly, her eyes looking at the face of the young mother carrying the child, of course she wondered why Dila was coming.

"Hem, I'm coming too." replied Dila knowing what Clara's gaze meant to her.

"Yes, but you're not invited" replied Clara smiling but demeaningly.

"Right, but I'm not in the mood to attend an event that doesn't matter to you. I just want to go back to the village where Mas Ricko finally married me." replied Dila making Clara's face reddened, angry.

"Let's go in." Ricko grabbed Dila's shoulder, got in the car.

"Father!" richa shouted as if she could not be Dila sitting in front.

"Yes." Yeah." Ricko.

"Let Richa be in front, honey, after all, she's used to sitting next to you" said Clara deliberately, glancing at Dila.

Dila poked her lips, looking at Ricko. He hoped Ricko wouldn't obey Clara.

"Look, you guys just sit in the back. I'm afraid later on Richa's road will be sleepy, travel very far." Ricko opened the door for Dila, in the back. Clara and Richa.

"It's narrow Ricko." annoyed Clara.

"Not really, Richa can be in the middle." Ricko closed the door and started to turn on his machine without caring for the expressions of his two wives in the back.

The car started to go, no one spoke let alone laughed, everyone was silent only the occasional whining of Reno was heard.

"Why Honey?" ricko asked looking at Dila from the front rearview mirror.

"He's hungry Mas." replied Dila slowly, deliberately so that the next door neighbor is hot.

Sure enough, he's cut-throat no like.

"Want a break?" tawar Ricko glanced at the two adult women, while Richa had been asleep since half an hour ago.

"No need, I want us to get there soon." said Clara, no matter Dila who otherwise wanted a break.

"But Mas." protested Dila, pleading a little.

"All right, let's take a break." Ricko's looking for a rest area, a food stall on the side of the road.

"Don't we have to hurry? The show will begin." Clara protest.

"Just for a moment, pity Dila. I'll go back for a minute." Ricko left the two women heading for a seat in the modest tavern.

"Manja." annoyed Clara while holding Richa.

"Indeed I'm spoiled, you just found out?" balas Dila sat nursing Reno.

"It shouldn't be spoiled, because now Ricko is married to me. It means he's not as loving as you are." said Clara coldly.

"Who said? You married it just for your son. I am his favorite wife. You think Ricko will number you? Don't dream!" whispered Dila no less cold.

"You!" Clara growled, stared at the nanar and clenched her hand.

"Susan just lost to me! The money from Susan was all about buying a house for both of us. While you are only made a source of money with Mas Ricko" said Dila increasingly make Clara tighten her teeth.

"Ricko's been expecting you, I'm his wife." Clara is still trying to calm down.

"Hem, I'm his favorite wife. The youngest and most able to keep up with Mas Ricko in bed." cynical Dila, feeling victorious.

"You don't see Richa, he was our hot game long before you and Susan were around. So, don't be the prettiest to know about Ricko. Because he won't be far from me." Clara smiled back to win.

"What are you talking about?" ricko just got back.

"There's no Mas." replied Dila.

"All right, we're on our way, we'll be there soon."

Silent for up to an hour and a half later, their car turned into an alley familiar to Ricko and Dila.

"We're here, Mom? This house doesn't have you?" tanya Dila looks up the house she once dreamed of when she became Ricko's affair.

"Yes, Kiki has been borrowing this house for a while for the family" replied Ricko standing staring at his former home.

"Darling, could you please hold Richa?" Clara handed the little boy who had just opened his eyes to Ricko.

"Let's go in." Ricko took a step, for a moment he glanced at the two cars the Kiki family had parked in front of the fence of the house. One of them he knew, Radit Susan's husband's car. Makes Ricko think Susan's inside, too?

"Who, what room did I go into?" clara asked, at the sight of the second floor's front room was already occupied.

"The room down there yeah, there's one more. Pretty comfortable for you with Richa." said Ricko persuaded Clara.

"Why isn't he downstairs?" show Clara to Dila who is still standing in the doorway picking up her bag of clothes.

"You can defeat Clara, after all we're here for just a little while. Better get ready for the show to start." said Ricko.

"No, I'd like to be in this room. You'd better move in right away." Clara pulled Dila out.

"What the hell are you, this is my room." upset Dila.

"This is a home that has been provided for the family, not for you!" angry Clara this time.

"Eh, Reno's inside. I don't want to move." Dila went back in, even though she was back at Clara's head, pushing Dila away.

"Damn." Delia pushed back and finally the quarrel between the young wife and the old wife could not be avoided.

Shouting, cursing, hitting each other and tugging.

"Stop!" ricko shouted with one hand, the next holding Richa's body in his arms.

"He started!" clara shouted unwilling to stop attacking Dila, and vice versa.

"Stop, you're grown-ups, don't be kids!" angry Ricko, seeing the two women are screwed because they attack each other.

"What the fuck?" radit's voice rang out loud, making the two women stop.

"Clara, you're the leader of a company, how can you behave like this?" angry that Dedi is ready to go with Radit.

Clara quickly straightened her hair.

"I don't want my wife's house to be a mess and an arena of contention. You better take them out!" radit said to Ricko, staring intently at Dila and Clara alternately.

"Gue knows." Ricko replied.

"Mas!" call Dila, don't want to be away from Ricko for sure.

"You'd better stay at Tami's Mom's house, after all she's your family" Ricko grabbed Dila's bag of clothes.

"You are also Mas, after all, this is the house of Aunt Susan." replied Dila, of course he meant to be with Ricko to Tami's house.

"Yes, but we're going to go to a ghost show at Andi's house. You go first." Ricko goes into the room to pick up Reno who just took a break on a soft mattress.

"Will we catch up?" tanya Dila looked at Ricko.

"Yes." Yeah." Ricko gives Reno to Dila, carrying her bag of clothes to Tami's house.

"Aante!" call Dila. I heard the answer from within.

"Well, I have to be ready." Ricko put down Dila's bag of clothes.

"Don't go in yet, Mom?" ask Dila.

"It's almost too late dear." replied Ricko then immediately to the house next door.

"Who are you looking for?"

The voice of a woman made Dila turn her head quickly from staring at Ricko's back.

"Lho, this is my Aunt's house, Om Heru's house" said Dila wonder, the woman who opened the door like a stranger, and her belly was big, pregnant.

"Are you ready?" ask the woman again.

"I'm his nephew Om Heru!" upset Dila was even turned back, he was the one who asked.

"Oh, Mas Heru is working again" he replied making Dila stunned.

"Mas Heru?" ask Dila.

"Yes, I am Mas Heru's wife."

"What!" looking at the smiling woman.