The Tarnished Wife

The Arrival of Mirna and Kemal

In Paris, Mirna and Kemal packed clothes into suitcases. They want to see Rara and her parents. Ever since he had a conversation with Mia on the phone and the besiannya talked about the condition of her daughter, Mirna again plagued with guilt. Both of his sons who love princess Mia even become a disaster that makes the only princess of his best friend's wayang suffer.

Mirna accidentally did not tell her departure to the homeland on Zayn. He also does not tell Zayn about Rara's current condition, because if the man finds out, Mirna is worried that Zayn will worry about Rara and wants to come with her back home.

At the residence of Kemal in the country, Rara was preparing breakfast for her husband. Reza still did not want to go to the office. He still wants to do his job from home.

Reza came out of the room and headed straight for the kitchen. The smell of the cooking had been smelling ever since he came out of the room.

“Hey.” Reza wrapped her hands around Rara's waist and sniffed her neck.

Reza was most happy to make out with his wife. But remember, just making out. If they want to do more, Reza dodges and Rara doesn't understand why?

“Kak, don't come near! I have not taken a shower,” said Rara who is not confident at this time, because she felt her body was filled with the aroma of onions and spices.

“Eum ..” Reza's head shook as his lips continued to trace the slightly sweaty neck.

Actually he was very passionate about the body of the wife, maybe if the incident never happened, maybe Reza has become a perverted husband and asked for his ration more than once every day.

“Kak,” whines Rara while laughing and trying to dodge. “I still can't serve you.” Said Rara who felt something was waking up down there.

“I also don't want to ask for more, just want to fuck you.”

Rara turned off the stove and turned her body. “You know. My body smells like once.”

“Oh, yes? Where try I kiss again.” Reza tilted her head and sniffed the neck. “Hmm .. Yes Wryly.”

“Kak.” Rara whines while hitting Reza's chest slowly. “Kakak, really rese.”

Reza laughs.

“But I like. I also love this wry smell.” Reza held Rara's one hand up and kissed her armpit, coincidentally Rara was indeed wearing a sleeveless shirt.

“Kak, ih.” Rara directly lowered her hand, after Reza had kissed the part at a glance. “Jorok.” Rara put her lips together.

Reza grew more and more chuckled and hugged the body. “Gesin really if pouting gini.”

“What engine?” tanya Rara fished her husband.

Sometimes Rara questions her husband's love for her, if she remembers that she rarely gets the touch of a husband and wife relationship. According to her friends ‘si the mothers of rumpi’, harmonious household was seen from how often they make love and to see the husband still love what not, it can also be the extent to which they often make love, because between love and passion is symbiotic mutualism, they are related. Passion is born of a love, even if the passion present is not of love, it is called nafs*. And Rara agreed on that.

“Engine to kiss.”

“Not want to eat me?” asked Rara again in a sensual voice.

Reza smiled and touched the tip of Rara's nose. “Nakal.” Then, he wandered away. From there, it left Rara who was still pecking at his place with a wry smile.

Each time, he read romance novels that genre twenty-one plus. He often found the words of the husband who wanted to eat his wife in the morning. Then, the husband did it, but not with Reza, her husband is not as perverted as in novels. Rara wants to be admired.

Reza sat on the couch. He regained his composure, neutralizing the temptations of his wife.

“If you hadn't ruined everything, Zayn. I may not be a normal guy like this,” muttered Reza when he started to reopen his laptop.

Work, indeed, is the only thing that can divert anything Reza feels, heartache, passion, or sadness.

****

“Mama where to go?” asked Zayn who saw his parents dressed neatly at the dinner table, while Zayn still wore T-shirts and shorts.

“Mama and Papa leave today for Indonesia,” replied Mirna.

“Nothing, Zayn. We just want to get in touch with Mia and Sanjaya. It has been two years we have not visited them,” Kemal said.

“Oh.” Zayn rounded his lips as he put straubery jam on the bread in his palm.

“Who drove Mama and Papa to the Airport?” ask Zayn.

“We take a taxi only. You are busy.”

“No, Ma. Zayn is not busy. What time does your plane leave? Wait, Zayn will change clothes.”

“Zayn, it's okay. Papa and Mama are going to take a taxi, anyway lately you are busy and often come home late. Just rest.” Kemal patted Zayn on the shoulder, who was about to stand up from the dining table chair, Kemal happened to be sitting next to his youngest son.

“Come, Pa. When did Papa and Mama trouble me. The one, Zayn who always troubles you.” Zayn smiled.

Mirna and Kemal smiled. Although Zayn is not their biological son, but Zayn's attitude since childhood is very sweet, it is inversely proportional to Reza who is precisely their own child. They knew that their two sons loved them.

After eating two loaves of bread, Zayn changed his clothes and drove his parents to the airport.

“Zayn, Papa hasn't congratulated you on your success. Your career is rising very rapidly,” said Kemal when he, Mirna, and Zayn were in one car.

“Not how, Sir. Zayn still has a lot to learn.”

“But your ability has been widely acknowledged by people, Zayn,” said Kemal again.

Zayn's gaze remained straight towards the road while nodding and smiling. “That's all thanks to Mama and Papa. If Mama and Papa don't support me, maybe even I'll end up in a mental institution.”

“Zayn.” Mirna hit the son's shoulder from behind.

Zayn laughs. He remembered how bad he was when the mistake happened. The mistake that finally reveals who Zayn really is, until he finds his origin and settles in this country.

“Zayn, Mama titip boutique Mama yes. Mama delegated it to Susan. And, Mama also told him that she should work with you. Mama entrusts Mama's new products to you yes.”

“Susan? Ah, I'm really lazy to beekrja the same as her, Ma. She's the most annoying woman.”

“Because he likes you, Zayn.” Kemal turned to the son and laughed.

“Ck. Zayn does not like aggressive women.”

“ Anyway, Mama wants Mama's product to be worn by Celine. The famous model.you promise you can give him cooperation with Mama.”

“Ya, yes. Huft, I am ahrus dealing with two aggressive women,” Zayn said as he let out a breath and shook his head.

Mirna and Kemal just laughed. They want one of the women to make Zayn forget Rara.

Zayn stopped his car right in the lobby. He took out the luggage of his parents who were in the trunk of the car.

“Be careful yes, Ma, Pa.” Zayn kissed Mirna's cheek and hugged Kemal.

“By what do you want from there?” mirna Semabri asked, tidying Zayn's hair in the wind.

“Hmm ... Bring Rara here can?” ask Zayn while grinning.

“Zayn,” call Mirna to warn.

“Then it is not necessary, it is important that you return here safely. Give my regards to Reza. That's also if he receives.”

Mirna and Kemal were unable to say, they just patted Zayn on the shoulder and left the man who was still staring at the middle-aged man and woman he loved so much.