Wa Story My wife

The Part 23

After a week of coma, the grandmother breathed her last breath, in the hospital.

The Dhaniswara family lost the founding figure of BOM & FOOD. A company built by a single mother.

The funeral took place very hard.

One by one the people left the burial area, leaving Mr. Dhaniswara who was still pensive in front of the mother's grave, in company of his wife...

"Dad, let's go home, let mom rest in peace"

Mr. Dhaniswara did not answer his wife's remark, He simply stroked the back of his hand, hoping to gain strength from the touch.

Now that Mr. Dhaniswara and Bu Rita are in the car, the driver is ready to drive his car back home.

At home there are still other relatives, who may soon also return to their respective homes.

We will pray together for 7 days to pray for our grandmother. By inviting the neighbors, orphans and Mr. Kyai.

For 7 days, Anjar and Puspa, as well as Rafa and Siska stayed at their parents' house.

One month away from grandmother, the Dhaniswara family has been active as usual.they are busy with their respective activities.

No exception with Puspa, at the beginning of her pregnancy, which was only two months old, she continued to teach, although occasionally she felt dizzy and nauseous.

"Son today looks pale, is brother sick?" tanya graceful who just entered the teacher room

"A little dizzy, but nothing, the name is also the first trimester"

"That's pregnant sister?"

"Huumms"

"How many months have you not told me, brother?

"It's only been two months"

"iihh her senengnya, congratulations, sister, just be mommy again"

"Thank you" with a smile.

When Puspa and Anggun were chatting, suddenly the school security guard came to them with a bouquet of flowers.

"Bu Puspa, this is a flower delivery" he said

"Who are you, sir?"

"Lacking to know mom, try to see who knows there's a sender's name on it"

Shortly after reading the note tucked in flowers, Puspa knew that the one who sent him was a first-class brother while in High School.

"Bara, how can he know I'm teaching here, what does it mean to send flowers too" Puspa Membatin

"I'm already a photo nie, I'm up in my wa story" said gracefully

"As much as you do, the bell sounds, I'm going to class first"

"Oh my sister also has a class at this hour"

Puspa did not bother with the flowers sent by Bara. He left the bouquet at his desk and did not bring it home.

Time to go home from school, the porch waiting for the husband to come to pick him up, Puspa busy themselves to correct the daily repetition of the children. Here also there are some teachers who have not returned, there are also students who are following extracurricular.

An hour passed, the phone vibrated and the phone came in from Anjar.

"Assalamualaikum" I'm in front, said on the phone.

Even Puspa has not answered his greetings, the phone has been closed.

"What's wrong with him" muttered Puspa as he tidied up his desk.

"Mom, I'm sorry, go home first" said Puspa saying goodbye to his fellow teachers

"It's been picked up, ma'am" asked one of the teachers

"Yes ma'am"

"Be careful Puspa ma'am" said another.

Puspa just smiled nodding his head

While in front of the school, her husband was smoking and leaning on the side of his car.

"Why smoke again, when it's been a long time, don't you smoke?"

"For the bad mood, and again the pee"

The husband's answer sounded flat and cold, at that time there were also her students aji and aska who were next to Puspa and Anjar, of course the two disciples heard a cold answer from her husband. Puspa and Anjar scanned his gaze towards the two disciples.

"Good afternoon ma'am, good afternoon sir?" said the two disciples, bowing their heads

"Anjar answered coldly"

"Bu Puspa, we are there, yes, it is cold here" said one of the students and left Puspa and Anjar, giggling.

"What do your students mean?" she insinuating me?"

said Anjar then threw a cigarette that is still half"

Dinner this time was silent there was no chat between Anjar and Puspa, Anjar who was thinking about a bouquet of flowers, and Puspa who still did not understand the attitude of her husband since returning to pick her up.

"What's wrong with Anjar, he's not usually like this, leaving me for hours"

"Who dares to send a bouquet of flowers to the wife of people, what is sir Gilang?, all this time only he is a man who is friends with Puspa"

They are equally entrenched.

Without saying goodbye to his wife, Anjar immediately left the dining table, and half ran up the stairs to his room,

Puspa who was still astonished looked at her husband's back.

"What's my fault?" mumbling Puspa

Finished the activity in the kitchen, Puspa swung his legs towards the room, seen the husband had taken a bath and put on pajamas sitting with his shoulders leaning to the head of the bed, there was a leptop perched on his lap.

"Mas" Puspa mengahmpiri Anjar, sitting on the edge of the bed while holding the knee of the husband

"Have I prayed?" tanya Puspa

"Here, the answer is short

"Now't you wait?"usually waiting too

"Because" he answered still flat

"Ohh, I'm going to take a shower"

After the bath, Puspa found her husband who had fallen asleep, immediately she prayed Isya, after which he wanted to lay his body on the side of the husband.

Hugging her husband's body from behind

"Mas, if I'm wrong please?" said Puspa who she thought her husband had fallen asleep.

"Try explaining about the bouquet?"

Instantly Puspa remembered that Anggun had installed a photo of the flower in his wa story, rushed Puspa sat down and grabbed his cellphone and saw the Anggun wa story

A photo showing a bouquet of flowers with a tickling caption

"iihhh seneng deh so sister Puspa, sent flowers with her husband to school" Romantic"

Puspa clucked bitterly when reading the caption "Anggun, it does not matter if you want Up in the story, but the caption makes me get into trouble, hhhh my fault earlier did not tell him that the flowers are not from the Anjar mas"

"Kok diem" Anjar's voice, "would you now play in hiding?" resounding

"Anu mas, that's da-dar....."

"From who?"said Anjar while turning her body

"From High School friends"

"What men?" tanya Anjar was full of probing gazes

Puspa nodded his head in response.

"How many times has she sent flowers to you"

"This time it's just"

"Tomorrow to tell him, don't send flowers to someone's wife"

"I don't know, I haven't even met him"

"Then why would he send it to your school"

"Ne also know me"

"Why not Crita?"

"It's important, too, right, besides I don't think about the flower, let alone the person" not at all effective at doing inget-inget"

"Where are the flowers?

"I live in school"

"Here sleep" Anjar carried Puspa lying in her arms.

"So you shut me down because of this?"

"Mas diem because you wait to explain yourself, without question"

"Yes sorry next time I'll be critical if there's anything"

One kiss landed on Puspa's forehead

"It's only 9 o'clock, do you want to sleep" Anjar asked

Puspa looked at her husband who was smiling ignorantly, Puspa knew what he meant

"It's up to you, but slow down"

Feeling the green light, Anjar did not waste this opportunity, Hiding behind a blanket, and starting activities the night before going to bed

Seriate