That man is my husband

Cocked

This day I, Mas Irman also children really spend the best time off as possible. Believe in making people around happy gives its own satisfaction. Likewise, when taking the children to go on vacation, they laughed, joked together until scrambling for ice cream there was a feeling of satisfaction. I don't know what it's called, which I'm sure I'm happy when I make other people happy.

It did not feel like it was night, after telling the children to eat and pray Isya, there was a look of fatigue on their innocent faces .I didn't have the heart until I finally told them to go to sleep. And like tonight they still have to sleep in my room and Irman's mas.

Actually in Irman mas house there are still some empty rooms, but they do not want to sleep there want to sleep in their own room, or sleep in the room Umma explained them. There-there are only, but both rooms there are mattresses too, but yes the name of the children remains children, children, we as parents can only follow the will of the child while it is normal.

When I put them to sleep by telling them Islamic stories, they seemed to start closing their eyes. And before long someone opened the room's door handle, I saw Mas Irman coming in slowly. There was a disappointed face there, I understand that Irman certainly wanted to have time alone with me, but how else would there be children among us.

" Here, go with the mas yuk" Mas Irman called me and I approached him.

" Where are you? tanyaku brief.

" Temenin mas, "Mas Irman walked towards the door leading to the balcony.

Irman sat on the chair there, and led me to sit on his lap. I was shocked by Irman's treatment of me

" Well, whatever, there are children too" I said as I tried to get up from Irman's lap.

" already in this sleep Yank, Biarin rich gini first "Mas Irman hugged me and drowned his head in the niche of my neck, with my position still on his lap.

I can only give up, let Irman mas like this. While this the heart continues to pound not because of. Because of this position I only experienced again after the divorce.Respiring awkward back, feeling the first time alone in touch with the opposite sex who is now a husband.

Mas Irman somehow felt somehow not, because at this time I was really trembling, the heart beat twice as fast and this, ,ah cold sweat also appeared. Shame when previously rich gini although with different people.

" Yank, what's wrong with you? this gemeteran. And this (holding hand ) why cold rich gini?".

But Irman knew what I wanted to answer, when he had to be honest and ashamed.

" Udah ah mas, Lepasin Aisyah do not get rich gini" said I tried to free myself, so that I did not get caught more mas Irman and even asked more.

" Bentar Yank, it's halal huh, mas kangen you" whined mas Irman while hugging me tighter and swiping his head deeper and deeper in the niche of my neck.

Yes Rabb, whatever this is, why am I getting so gini.

Hugged gini aja deg-deg-an for mercy, how if you ask for more, ah notk. .

" May, tickle . . I slept at night too "

" As you Yank sleeps" said Irman as he turned my body to face.

" There will be children, where enough of his bed , have already slept mas , not tired of what all day was playing children. "

" Come Yank, sleep the same in the room next door ." Mas Irman clenched his hands begging and really he put on a cute face to make me laugh and just found out the other nature of Irman.

" Ordinary a mas muka, really cute. Ayesha is not hearty"

" Would you, right? .Irman made sure

" hemm" I answered .

Irman was unexcused and continued to shower my face with a kiss.

" Umma, Abi . What are you guys doing? and why did Abi bite Umma's lips" said the youngest Arsya full to heranan.

Irman and I could only scratch their heads without itching, fearing our negligence, uh not us but the negligence of Irman. I told you before not to act this intimate finally had to be coughed by my own child.

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Morning arrived, last night we really made a lesson not to act strange when close to the child, all of them are asleep. And here's their room fix should be finished soon, so that last night's events don't happen again. Dengn laboriously me and Irman explained to Arsya . If what he saw was just a misunderstanding, over - mas Irman said there was something in the face of Umma and abi took it, and lucky also our position was turned back to Arsya. But actually kasian also mas Irman, sorry mas failed yes plan.

At the dinner table, as usual, I served my husband and children. It just so happens that Monday is the first day for Shakira and Arsya to go to school at Shafira's school.

" Arsya, Shakira today, first you go to school, so the kids are pinter and good" I said as I put the fried nas on their plate.

" Yes, Umma"

" And for Shafira, take care of her sisters well. Umma titip same Shafira ",

" Ready Umma"

" Smart son Umma sama.Abi"

We enjoyed our breakfast without anyone talking. Finished breakfast I picked up Mas Irman's briefcase and the kids.

" Mad, here's the bag" while handing the bag to Mas Irman.

" And this is yours, "Pair the bag on their shoulders one by one.

" Later, Umma return to school to pick up, then we will go to the hospital first yah, look at me"

" Good Umma "

" Yaudah mas, the same children left first well "kiss the forehead and I kiss the shoulder of Irman's hand.

" It's a mas, be careful "

" Umma Drug,

" Bye.....

I kept watching them until they were the ones I loved out of sight, because the car was moving away. After not seeing again I rushed in and cleaned the leftover dining table for breakfast, and helped the aunty maid clean the house.

No time to show the kids to go home, I got ready to pick up the kids and went to the hospital to see Brother. What else Shafira has not had time to meet directly Abang because yesterday they were hunted brought by my former in-laws on a walk.

tbc.

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