The Heart of Raisya

Haris Jealousy

In the car, Mas has to interrogate me.

"Bund, Mr Han is your friend?"

"Yes, long time in school, yeah!"

"Friends doang, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"His gaze is different, it seems like he admires you. I don't like it!"

"I don't think I have any feelings for him, Dad!"

"So right yeah, she likes Mommy?'

I just nodded, mending me honest than he knew from anyone else.

"Yes, he used to like me secretly. But I didn't reciprocate his feelings, because indeed I had no feelings at all for him."

"I've guessed, it's a good thing he's married."

"What if not, Dad? I want to find a wife, is that it?"

"Yes not! If not, I have to take care of you even more, afraid that someone is married!"

"Astaghfirullah! Even if he wants to marry, but I don't want to, it won't happen, Dad! You are just there."

"Yes, yeah, I know that! But you were very friendly with him, he also seemed very happy to meet you! I don't like it!"

"Lha, how do I keep doing, Dad? Pouty, so?"

"Lack smiles to other men, period!"

"Okay, I'll just wear a veil, how about it?"

Mas Haris did not answer me, because we had arrived at the front of the house. He got off the car and slenderly opened the back door of the car. Then bring down the things.

My husband seems to be PMS, is it possible that I am too friendly?

Arriving home, our four children waited for our arrival in the living room.

"Ndaa. dede wits (Mother dede naughty)!" Salwa.

"Dede apain Ma'am Salwa?" I held Salwa who had spread her hand out and asked to be carried.

"Dede ucul nutmeg atu (Dede hit my head)!" Salwa's demonstrating Salman's actions."

"Maybe it was unintentional, son. Isn't it De?"

"No...!"Salman answered with a wink.

Similar to his father, it looks like you'll be more detailed than your father, son. My mind is in my heart.

Mas Haris brought things into the room. This time he didn't talk much.

"Mas, please take care of Raka! I want to give ASI Riky first."

"Hem.." Answer's short.

"Riky, you're so greedy, son! Thirsty huh, huh? Slowly Rik! No one wants to take it."

Usually Mas should be nimbrung when I talk to him myself like this, but right now he is indifferent. Carrying Raka out of the room.

Where the hell are you, Mas?

The next night, after dinner. Riky and Raka I fell asleep on the bottom carpet in the front living room of the TV. Salwa and Salman are busy menoel his sister.

"De. de... let's ndong brother."

"Later if the brother is big, then the adeknya carried. Now my brother is not strong."

I saw Mas Haris was focusing on his laptop, maybe he destroyed something. Salwa and Salman started yawning, as if they were already sleepy.

"Cus, take the kids to his room! It looks like they're sleepy."

"Good, Mom."

"You go to sleep, it's night! Play the same tomorrow."

"Nda camera!" They imitate his father's style. I kissed both of their cheeks.

"Good sleep, honey! Sweet dream!"

I glanced at Mas Haris who was still struggling with his Laptop. Both of my hands were holding onto Raka and Riky's dot. A few minutes later, they finally fell asleep. I moved them one by one to the room.

"Well, I'm going to the room! The kids are already asleep."

I don't want to bother, because I don't feel anything wrong with Mas Haris. I better go to the room first to rest. Tired of energy and mind, I do not want to be tired of heart. Let me ask him tomorrow.

kreeek... The door sounds open. Mas Haris went into the room, I pretended to be asleep.

Mas Haris opened his tee shirt and only used a sarong. She walked over to the crib, and kissed the cheeks of her two children. I was still in a slanted position and pretending to be asleep.

Mas Haris climbed onto the bed and laid himself facing me.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm jealous, I shouldn't have guaranteed you. You're not wrong anything! I'm too possessive, even though you've behaved naturally." Mas Haris said softly. I heard it, because I haven't slept."You're tired of taking care of the kids and taking care of me, but I even guaranteed you just because of a small problem. Who is not fascinated by you. The more beautiful you are. Your beauty is not just from your face, but from your heart. I can't deny that, because that's what made me fall in love with you so many times." Mas Haris grabbed me. I can't hold back my tears. I finally sobbed.

"Hiks..."

"Lho, Bundo! Are you crying?What dreams, Hem?"

"Dreams cuddled by goats." Lying said.

"Kok hugged the goat anyway, who was hugged by the handsome prince!"

"Sorry Dad, I heard what you said! I think I should sleep."

"Wah.wah... So you're just pretending?"

"You're finally going! I'm tired of even being cheeked. I can't if I'm being questioned, mending being scolded."

"Sstt..have not cried anymore, ashamed of the duo R! I'm sorry, you've heard everything, right? So I won't repeat it again. Forgive Aya yes, Bund? You're jealous, can I be jealous?"

"Can! If you're not jealous, that's dangerous. But next time don't repeat, will you? If you don't like it, just say it!"

"Yes, I told you, I don't like it!"

"Not extended anymore! We'd better go to sleep, but the R duo is still slumbering."

"No way, I want us to make love first. You've taken the pills, haven't you, honey?"

"Eh uh..."

I haven't answered the question yet, Mas Haris has unbuttoned my pajamas. He began to gently and passionately touch me. I always felt so overwhelmed by his touch. I am also leaving tonight. Our romance continued until Riky's voice finally broke our romance.

"Oek..uk...."

"Stop, Dad! Your son's crying!"

I saw him right away, it turns out maybe Riky was just dreaming. He went back to sleep after I clapped his bo*og.

"Huft.luckily, it's been done once!" Mas Haris took a long breath.

"Well, I'm going to go to the bathroom first, Dad!"

Out of the bathroom, I saw Mas Haris was asleep. I followed him to dreamland.

"Good sleep, good dreams!" I kissed her forehead.

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Day after day we passed, it did not feel Rakadan Riky is now 7 months old. Salwa and Salman are 2.5 years old. My days, I spent at home with them. Sometimes I go to the boutique to check the state of the boutique. Mas Haris has been able to buy more land area of 1 hectare. He plans to build it into subsidized housing again. We are always grateful for all the care God has given us. Hopefully in the future we will become a better person.

"Darling, please get my clothes and your clothes ready! Bring black and white, others can carry any color! But not too much! 5 Cuts only. Salwa and Salman's clothes too!"

"Where are we going, Dad? How sudden is gini?"

"We'll go umroh the day after tomorrow. Today we have to go manasik. Salwa and Salman will be brought. Raka and Riky, we're going to send it to the Encus. Buar later Ummi or Mother who stays here, as long as we umrah."

"Mas, you want to go umroh kayak to Baki, so! It's serious, right?"

"Seriously! We should have left last year. But you gave birth, so I'm pending. Ask Mbak Jum to help you clean up tomorrow's clothes. At 10 we leave for Manasik. Tomorrow we have a small scale."

"You're acting like a round fried tofu impromptu, Dad!"

"Haha. You could have, Bund! It's not impromptu, I've made it to our parents. Oh yes, we will also go with Sofi and Irfan. But their children were not taken, deposited in Mama Irfan."

"Alhamdulillah, so that me and Sofi can go to Umrah together then? Thank you, Mum! You are the best!" I kissed my husband's cheeks.

"Whatever to you, and our family! Let's get ready, let's go manasik! Remember, don't wear lipstick!"

"Yes-yes, I remember."

After preparing myself, I prepared Salwa and Salman. You leave the R duo to Cus Nina and Cus Aan. Then we went to the manasik.

Seriate.....

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Thank you for being faithful here, brother. Sorry if my story garing😂 author again gallon eh gallau. The novel is coming to an end, the author wants to make another story.

See you again.