The Third Match.

Caught

The drama of the couple who made Bening shake his head was over when Calista and Ufaira came out of the room.

"Papa... Where's oma? he said he'd come?" Calista looked up holding the palms of Marsel still standing in the kitchen.

"Oma is still sick, baby. Oma follows" Marsel rattles Lita's hair.

"Papaaa. kok my hair is ruffled, it's on the same comb Mama had earlier." Lita was singing funny lips to make Marsel, Diah, and Bening laugh.

"Lita.. let Papa take a bath first yes" Diah holds Lita's shoulder. Lita nodded then followed Ufaira and Bening who walked out wanted to wait for the Eagle to come home from the office on the terrace of the house.

Diah went into the room with Marsel. Marsel dropped his body on the mattress until some time did not immediately shower. Diah looked at the face of Marsel who was closed there was tension there.

"Mas...why are you, like I've noticed so sad?" Diah sat next to him.

"No, I miss Mommy." Marsel reasoned, even though he was thinking about the test results yesterday, how to talk to Diah. Although not entirely lying, because it is thinking mommy too.

"May Mom get well soon, Mas" comfort Diah holding Marsel's hand. The burly hand was raised gently rubbing Diah's cheek.

"Aamiin.." said Marsel smiling.

"Dripping Mas fast shower, dirty right, finished sitting on the plane, up to a few hours" Diah imagines sitting on the plane of the former people.

"Yes I took a shower" Marsel woke up from his sleep sticking his forehead on Diah's shoulder for a few minutes. Diah let it go, then Marsel got up after stealing his wife's lips.

Diah smiled at her husband from behind, then intended to look for a change of clothes.

"Mas, bring a change of clothes, right?" Diah intends to prepare, open the zipper bag rangsel that Marsel brought earlier.

"There's a Yank, in the rangsel" Marsel answered then undressed, and the pants, leaving only the underwear. Then rubbed his body with a towel about to go to the bathroom.

His steps stopped when he saw his wife who was busy looking for a change of clothes for him. Marsel stared at Diah's body from behind. In her little heart she wanted to tell everything immediately. But imagine that Diah will be angry in the mind.

While Diah, took out the contents of the bag, looking for casual clothes. But there is no. "The kok that you brought are all Mas shirts" he said, without turning his head. For a few minutes there was no reply Diah stopped his activities.

"Mas, hee... in asked why even see that I'm rich... why the hell... I'm weird?" Diah turned her head around and looked at her tube.

"Oh it's okay, it's natural to keep looking, I'm kangen, yes I took a shower first" Marsel rubbed Diah's head while passing to the bathroom.

"Why the hell? freaky!" Diah spoke to himself and then returned to tidying up the clothes he had ruffled.

15teen minutes later, Diah smelled the scent of soap and found that Marsel was out.

Diah who was lying on the bed looked at Marsel's body which was only covered with a towel on the hips down. Diah swallowed the saliva, again imagining infiltrating the chest of her husband.

"Well, now you're the one who's watching me go on, right?" Marsel smilingly approached his wife, instead of changing his clothes immediately, so he laid his body beside Diah. After the shower, she apparently made Marsel calm.

His feet locked Diah's waist, his hands coiled around his neck. "Strong... Papa kangen Mama" he said softly and then rubbed Diah's stomach. Marsel unleashed his already unstoppable desire.

"Mas"

"Heem..."

There was a heat struggle before Magrib arrived. In the end, Marcel took a bath twice. This time bathing both then perform the prayer magrib congregation.

"Mas, what are you wearing, the life of the shirt?" Diah is still talking about the clothes holding the clothes on Marsel to pray.

"Later to take it in the house next to Yank, I still keep the old clothes" Marsel replied as he laid down a skullcap.

"Oh that" Diah simply answered.

They then came out of the room to gather with the Bening family, apparently the Eagle had come home and was waiting at the dining table.

"Yes, did you pray first, Lita has prayed yet?" Behind him asked.

"Already together with Auntie, Om, continue Ira" said Lita.

"Let's eat first, mumpung still warm" said clear. Diah stared at the lively dinner menu vegetable brongkos, anrap, tempe bacem, and chicken opor.

"Calista said the food here is sweet all the Bun" Ira mimicked Lita's words. Staring at her bunda who was scooping brongkos for her husband.

"Lita doesn't like sweet food, does she? if so, tomorrow Mother cook another menu" Bening replied lightly.

"Like Tan. Ira, I'm not saying that if you don't like sweet food, I'm just saying that the food here is all sweet," apparently Lita tried to explain.

"I also don't say the same Mother, if you don't like sweet really" Ira did not want to lose, arguing the cash of the children.

"How are you doing Ello?" The eagle turned to Marsel, stopping the debate.

"Alhamdulillah Lang, how is your company?" Marsel pulled a chair for Diah later for himself.

"Kan, right! your husband is Diah. Long time no see not ask the news of the person, but the company in question! The cheque!" clear Grousers. Diah only smiles every time she hears Bening's joke about her husband.

"Haha, how are you?" Marsel.

"It's too late"

"Good news"

The Eagle and the Eagle answered simultaneously. They finally stopped the eating chatter in silence.

*******

It was nine o'clock in the night that Marsel did not enter the room, but Diah was waiting. There's a lot Diah wants to ask about mommy, about Bella and more.

Diah then went out of the room to the living room where Marsel had been, when Diah left to chat with the Eagle.

"Eagle's Mask, Mama's Marsel?" Diah did not see her husband there, while the Eagle seemed to be struggling with a lap top.

"So said he wanted to go to the house next to Mbak" Eagle turned to Diah at a glance then continued his work.

"Oh" one word Diah answered, then immediately entered the house next door. A house with one wall is just a different door.

He pushed the door knob, not in the lock, but inside it looked dark. There was only one room upstairs that lit up. Diah immediately headed for the room.

Diah opened the door of the room was not in the key. But there was no Marsel there. Smelled of tobacco oroma in the room. Diah walked slowly to find where the source of the smoke smell came from.

Diah opened the curtain that dangled it turns out there was a ballroom. She was flabbergasted when she caught her husband sitting back and raised smoke.

Honestly during marriage Diah had never seen if her husband was a smoker. She took a deep breath and sat down next to her husband.

"Diah" Marsel turned his head gasp, at the sudden presence of his wife. Without thinking Marsel immediately turned off the cigarette.

"Why turned off?!" Diah didn't look.

"You're pregnant Yank, cigarette smoke is not good for our child" Marsel looked terrified just looking at his wife.

"If you know not well, continue..why did you break?" cecar Diah's.

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