The Cost of Trust

The Part 253

The wall clock shows at half-nine. But Aziz did not come home. I looked at my phone for a moment, it looked like there was an incoming message.

Sure enough! There were pictures and video messages sent to me by unknown numbers.

The picture where Mas Aziz was sitting together with a beautiful woman who I estimated her age is not much different from mine.

After that, I opened a video showing Aziz catching the woman who almost fell. There is a real sense of unwillingness, but I believe in Aziz. He won't do anything behind my back. I trust him, he's loyal to me.

I put my phone back on the table. I deliberately waited for Aziz's mas here, so when he got home, I knew. But I don't just let Diaz. I can still keep an eye on Diaz who fell asleep from where I am sitting right now.

My phone went off again. This time it is not pictures and videos, but rather chat by the same number.

[No need to wait for your husband to come home! Go sleep!] As soon as the chat. But again I tried to calm down. I don't want to take any action. Learning from yesterday-yesterday, I don't want any more misunderstandings between us. So, if possible I'll ask him later when Aziz gets home.

I leaned my head against the couch. I just closed my eyes, a warm kiss touched my forehead.

"Mas?", I opened my eyes. I saw my husband with his tired face sitting next to me. Then she put her hand on my stomach.

"Are you tired?", I rubbed his cheek because his head was leaning on my shoulder.

"Heum!", he answered briefly. And I saw him close his eyes.

"Sorry, I should....DWP is my responsibility. But even you are bothered like this!", I said softly.

"Don't talk like that dear!", said Aziz while tightening his arms.

"Have you eaten?", I asked. I just wanted to hear honesty from her before I asked her about her photo with that beautiful and sexy woman.

"Already, had eaten at the same restaurant Dewi, a representative of the great cv. The goddess is a working partner and a team of time in pt scintillating. It turned out that Dewi had moved to work there!", Aziz explained without opening his eyes. My curiosity began to recede, he explained without me asking. So 'bout those photos and videos I don't want to bother.

"Mandi deh mas, let's get tired of it."

I rubbed his arm around my stomach.

"Yes. Mas also has not prayed isya, all tarawih itself deh. Later nemenin mas sahur right?", asked spoiled.

"Yes baby!"

The cup! He peeked at my cheek for a while and then he passed into our room. I turned off the lights in the television room, and then I went into my room.

I lay myself in bed. Read my favorite online novel. Since I got sick yesterday, I've not been in the ODoJ community anymore. According to the rules, three times without news, I will be left from the group. Want how else, already the rules are so and my pain at that time not only three days, even more and give news to my group admin.

(Mamak othor experience 😆)

Mas Aziz came out wearing his inner shirt and boxer. I've prepared the cocoa shirt and the holster near the bathroom door. Mas Aziz commented on the thin smile.

Goodness.so handsome my husband. Among the five male characters here, my husband is the most handsome 🤗.

"That's really see mas,dek?", asked Aziz who made me jerk in surprise.

"Human? Em...iya. mas Aziz ku handsome!", I said briefly. Mas Aziz put on his handsome smile. I'd love to kiss her chubby cheeks.

"Mas pray first huh?", his saying. I nodded slowly.

Mas Aziz was finished with his isya prayer, now he started his tarawih prayer.

I decided to make her some warm tea. At least make him more relaxed later.

The hot water supply is running out. So I cooked hot water first. Then I mix tea and sugar in a big glass. After a few minutes, the water boiled. Then I pour it slowly.

While I was stirring, suddenly a burly hand coiled around my stomach.

"Darling, the ease of his prayer? Very cool?", how many in a row.

"Yes. The witir's prayer will run out of tahajjud before sahur!", he replied. But her lips slipped into the dilettage of my neck. Bite a little bit of my skin, and I'm sure there must be some trace he left here.

"Mas ..!", call me down.

"Mas, I'm not clean yet mas.!", I said softly. Although I admit, I also miss my husband's touch. But whatever my power, my puerperium is not over, it's still a long time.

Hearing my answer, Aziz relaxed his embrace and stopped his activity on the neck earlier. I turned to face him. I looked at the black bead. Her firm jaw, made anyone acknowledge my husband's good looks.

"But ..I'll satisfy you!", I said as I covered my hands on her cheeks. The face of Aziz who was bent, now brightly shone .

"Is it really???" asked Aziz enthusiastically. Suddenly Aziz banged me after that towards our room.

And.. after that.only the two of them know. Eling...eling....podo fasting anyway? Ojo traveling, still a cloud. Ngko bengi ae 😆😆😆😆🤭🤭.

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At three in the morning I woke up. It turns out that Aziz was setting up his circumcision prayer. Diaz only woke up once last night when I finished my promise to Aziz.

I walked into our kitchen. I warmed up the afternoon tea. Even though I'm not fasting, I have to accompany my husband, right!?

While tidying the dining table, Aziz hugged me from behind. It's strange! Why is it that since he came home from work yesterday, his attitude has turned so spoiled like this?

"Whoor was mas?", I said.

"Yes!", he broke his embrace from me. I see he's not so eager to eat it.

"Why mas? Not delicious? That's tea, you know?", I said.

"Enak Deck. But no matter how good someone else's cooking is, my wife's cooking is still better. And..mas will surely miss him!", he said softly.

"I'm sorry, God willing, tomorrow I can cook for you!", I rubbed his arm. Mas Aziz just smiled faintly.

Why the hell are you mas? My inner.

After eating sahur, we sat together in front of the television. Mas Aziz held me in his arms. Yes, my body is indeed small if you compare with my husband. But..little wild, all this time I was strong to keep up....🤭.

"Darling, you promise me the same. No matter what happens, it will always be love and love."

Mas Aziz kissed the back of my hand.

"Yes!", I answered briefly.

"If it has something to do with me, and it makes me cry, believe me. I don't want to see you sad anymore, cry let alone hurt you!"

I took off his embrace.

"What are you saying?", I looked at Aziz's face. But he just smiled thinly. Again, he smiled, but his smile.....

"It's okay baby, I can't keep you twenty-four hours."

"But why do we have to talk like that? I don't like it!", I said.

"Sorry..!", Aziz hugged me tightly. I don't know, I don't even want him to take his arms off my body.

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The guy who wants to read. As you said yesterday, there will be characters who mamak make END here. Either thrown on another planet or turned off.

So... pantengin keep writing dimeh mamak huh?

Haturunuhun🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yok....yang want to go home with mamak to Sukabumi 🤭🤭🤭 cuss lah 😆