The Huckold Married??

Hugs Longs

Raffan came home when the rain had subsided even then when the night was really very late even before the turn of the day.

The man wanted to open the fence padlock but his hands were silent with eyes trying to look at the fence that was not on the lock.

"I didn't lock it this morning?" confused while moving the padlock that is not installed locking the fence only in the slot, "gue forgot the padlock," he said again and opened the slot and widened the fence so that his car can enter.

The car passed through the fence directly parked in the garage then Raffan back on the fence to padlock it after he finished breezing towards the terrace of the house while running small to avoid puddles used by heavy rain a few hours ago.

The heavy rain that made him finally choose to stay in the workshop waiting for him to subside, whereas with the vehicle he had he would still be able to go home even though the heavy rain did not stop, even though it did not stop, but in fact he did want to linger in the workshop with his friends because he thought coming home was useless because he would only be alone in the house, Deefa also has not told her when the woman will return home.

Raffan took out the key to the house he was carrying and opened the door, which now contained light from a dimly lit table lamp.

"Gue turn on the desk light?" back in his confusion and his brain thought to remember, but all he remembered was that he did not turn on any lights when he left the house in the morning, he remembered very clearly that he usually came home greeted with a very dark room but why now there were dim lights that greeted him.

"So the padlock and now the light? am I getting senile?" muttered to himself and accidentally his eyes wandered around looking around every room and his eyes stopped when he saw there was a light in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen.

Now that the kitchen lights were on made him curious, "these are the most!" he said then while looking for something that he could make a weapon as a resistance in case it was true his house was entering the thief.

The man's eyes went around looking for anything until he finally stopped at a small table in the corner of the room, a table where his wife's favorite vase was kept, lowering a clean white flower vase with a picture of butterflies very carefully storing the vase on the floor should not be damaged especially until it breaks because otherwise Deefa will be angry, he said, ah no! it seemed that Deefa would not be angry because the woman would not be angry just because of a meaningless object.

Now the table had been lifted above his head and walked quietly to the kitchen that glowed brightly, "gue inget this morning the front fence had been padded, how could not be to the padlock," said in his heart and increasingly convinced that there was indeed a thief who intended to take valuables in the house considering he who always came home late at night.

"It looks like it's been lying for a few days," he said again starting to think about the thief and becoming more and more.

The steps are so slow and very alert that they do not cause sound, hiding first when they are near the door that separates the dining room and living room, he said, stuck to the wall with a table that remains above his head he raised as high as possible as if it was very ready to hit anyone who was in the dining room.

Raffan peeked slightly into the dining room and squinted both eyes as his eyes caught the figure leaning his head on the table with black hair down.

"Most gondrong? wah sangar means this," inwardly.

"What people are you doing? want to lose sleep," he said slowly while waiting for the person he thought was moving but did not move his limbs.

"Eatya if you want to be the thief is at least a nap first so that the night is not sleepy," his mouth chattering can not be silent.

"Must be damanin directly, before waking up," he said and now that he was preparing to step closer to the thief, the table was ready to be lifted by him, he said, ready for him to make a weapon to paralyze the uninvited guests who come in the middle of the night.

Raffan was already very close to someone he thought was a thief, stood near the person and then set out to smash the table he had been holding onto the thief's head, intending to make him faint, he would tie up the man's body and take him to the police station.

When he was about to swing the table, the person who had turned his head back to himself was moving his head around until now Raffan could see the face of the person he was about to hit with the table.

"Kayak knows," he murmured then one hand came off trying to get rid of the child's hair that covered the face of the person who was still asleep.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, baby!" he throws the table until it barks helplessly in the corner near the refrigerator.

Brak!

Deefa flinched until she woke up to a noise and disturbed the sleep, which was calm, he was so sleepy that he was no longer able to move into the room and finally fell asleep with his head resting on the table.

Waiting for a husband who did not also come home makes him finally really sleep very soundly.

"Mas is home?" innocently Deefa asked when her eyes faintly saw the figure she longed for was hugging and clutching tightly to her body.

Deefa had no idea just now that she was almost a victim of domestic violence by her husband by accident, if only she had not changed the direction of her head it would have been certain that she had not only slept but had also fainted from the pounding of the table by her husband.

"Don't ask me anything just let me hug you" said Raffan.

At the moment he really hugged the woman he missed so much, a hug and a hug of apology because he almost hurt his wife, not knowing what kind of regret he would have felt if he had just smashed a table into his wife's head.

Deefa also said, her mouth no longer asked let alone let out a sound enjoying a warm embrace from the husband as well as giving a reply to the embrace he received, her fingers now moved around her husband's back, which was covered by a black jacket.

Raffan let out a happy sigh and peeked at the top of his wife's head feelingly, sticking his lips together for a long time as if no tomorrow would give him a chance to do something like this again.

Cup cup cup cup!

Now that the wife's face was getting a kiss from her lips, so much that even too much did not stop quickly to make Deefa even close her eyes but her lips covered in a smile.

After he was satisfied he just stopped doing it and stared in disbelief that the one now in front of him was his wife, not believing that his wife was home.

"Deefa also, to the extent that Deefa returned to Jakarta without telling, intended to give a surprise but who would be surprised instead did not return home until Deefa overslept," I'm Deefa with a voice that sounds sulking.

A little disappointed indeed, but how else he was wrong anyway.

"Sorry, since yesterday I went to the workshop, you don't call me anyway, baby," said Raffan with a sorry face.

"Well on the phone but not active," the light of the woman who had let her hair down without covering it with a veil was late at night and also out of the rain so she was sure that no one would come to the house.

"Times?" Raffan looked in disbelief but then his hand moved to remove the phone from the bag of his flagship pants, torn jeans on the knee.

"I forgot the charger," he explained when he found the phone was no longer lit, "sorry," he added again because it had disappointed his wife.

Deefa shook her head, "it's okay, Deefa was wrong for not telling Mas that Deefa was coming home."

Hearing that, Raffan realized that his wife must be alone.

"Why don't you say don't ask for a pick-up, right I told you that if you want to go home it's the same way I let me pick it up, know you're home alone this way I'm even going to be a sprain on you." and now his mouth that said sorry also railed incessantly to nag his wife.

Bold women come to Jakarta alone when he has repeatedly said he will come to pick up if the woman calls.

"So already said Deefa wants a surprise," said Deefa timidly, if it's angry like this Raffan does look scary.

"I'm surprised, right? there I even want to hit you with a table," I Raffan while looking at the table that was upside down because he threw it earlier.

Deefa frowned inexplicably and followed the gaze of her husband who was staring at the small table near the refrigerator, "that's the table in the living room, how can it be there?" he continued to stare at the table where he kept the vase.

"So I thought you were a thief so I wanted to hit the table, luckily you turned around if you didn't faint," I Raffan frankly said.

Deefa stroked her chest very lucky God still protected her from her pain due to the floating table due to the ignorance of her husband.

"I'm sorry, Mas" said Deefa aware of having made a mistake even though her intention was just to make her husband happy.

Raffan nodded and then gave a kiss on the cheek of the wife.

"When I had bought your favorite food, but it was not good anymore" Deefa said regretfully seeing the food on the table that might not be worth eating.

"Let's Deef, I ate earlier in the workshop, now I ask you have eaten yet? don't think I keep going if you haven't eaten yourself."

"Deefa is not a laper, wants to sleep with Mas Raffan," said as she slipped spoiled on the husband's arm.

The light of Deefa's words made the man next to her sing a very wide smile, his eyes also radiated an aura that was impatient to let go of the longing with his wife.

"We go to the yuk room," Raffan asked not to waste time especially when Deefa nodded in agreement, just immediately he took the wife to the room.

But when he was stepping towards the stairs Deefa instead asked a question that in an instant made the body and soul of Raffan frozen.

"What about the results of the examination?"

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