Waiting for the Love of the Husband

MCSS10S

Aish got into the blanket and hugged the sleeping Zia behind her. She hid the red hue from her husband. It was not time that Ashraf knew everything.

The letter may have been true Juan sent it. And maybe her husband is jealous. This is an unexpected plan.

Alright marikita continue. Temptation with cooking, teasing with arrogance, teasing with pettiness, and teasing to make her jealous. A brief chat with Juan and hendrick last time seemed to have succeeded in making Asraf's mood bad. Jealous of it, let's go fishing again.

Early in the morning after finishing breakfast, Aish asked something that made her brother squint.

"Well, brother Juan last night at what cottage came home?"

Aish's question surprised all the adults who were sitting there and enjoying breakfast. No exception to Ashraf.

Aish glanced at Asyraf through the tail of his eyes. Asyraf was able to stop the bribe but soon resumed.

"Because no? ask Ais in the heart.

"Home home" replied flatly. My old man did not like Aish's attitude of asking other men in front of her husband. What is the purpose try.

"No, Bah. Kaya Juan nginep deh at the son's cottage," said Hanif-brother Aish's eldest. "Why ask him, Aish?"

"No papa, ask me," Aish replied as casually as possible. In his heart he was being stared at by his father. After this he will be called and addressed.

Completely finished breakfast, Aish was asked to go to Abah's study. The charismatic shade felt so scary when Aish had entered and closed the door again.

"What did that mean, Aish?"

Aish is confused as to what to say to Abah. It is not possible to ulcer his household he dismantled in front of abah. Shouldn't she cover up the ugliness of her husband.

"Aish?" Abah repeated the question.

"Bah, Aish is sorry to offend you. So ...." Aish hesitated to tell a story.

"You're having trouble with your husband? She's dzolimi?"

"No, Bah. Look, last night Mas Asyraf offered a letter that expressed a feeling. But the name of the sender is Juan. Aish asked for fear that Asyraf was bullying Aish, or maybe if the sender was Juan, Aisyah was afraid that Mas Asyraf misunderstood. That's it, Bah."

"Well, you understand, but you think the way you ask is right? Everyone was enjoying breakfast, including your husband. So you put a man in front of him? You can meet Abah after you finish eating."

"Yes, Bah"

"Aish, you're a woman educated with science. Don't let love make you erode science and adab, son. You are a dignified woman, do not let your marwah fall because you are not good at processing feelings."

"Yes, Bah, Aish, I'm sorry."

Outside the room Ashraf wanted to know which aoa his wife and in-laws were talking about. Unfortunately the voice from within was unable to.

When the door opened, he did not leave. For the umpteenth time he was caught. "Mas Asyraf?"

Asyraf scratching money's nose is actually not itchy. It's just that he was covering up his embarrassment with his so jutek attitude.

"Asyraf?" asked Abah who was approaching the door.

"Ah yes bah, just wanted to say that Aish still wants to be here or not. I was waiting for it." Finally, Asyraf's brain functioned well to provide a reason even though smpean died lice.

"I'm going home."

They also headed for the car. Inside Zia was already sitting pretty in it.

"Surely, Bah. I left first," said Asyraf as he kissed the back of his in-laws hand.

Aish followed after doing the same. "Look at your husband too late" whispered the father as he yawned the head of his youngest son.

There were actually many things Ashraf wanted to know about his wife. But where to start, this weird feels awkward. Like a young man who has just heard the word love.

Aish is ushered home with Zia who is today back absent while Asyrfa himself returns to the office and is greeted by Hans.

Nindy who saw the arrival on him immediately stood up. The woman was still trying to attract the attention of her ast whom she thought was cold-cold tender.

There was much to be done by Ashraf. Checking employee work reports, financial statements and some companies that want to be a relationship in the company.

It was only until ten o'clock he worked but tired in the body had begun to feel. He rests his head on his throne backrest.

His hand reached into something from behind his pocket. Showing a smile when what he was looking for was in front of his eyes.

The chubby cheeks, and the slightly fat female body in the photo are capable of the majestic pussy taste that he feels. Yes, the photo he took was a picture of his wife's wife from the drawer in the snah room last night.

"The change is so much. You had plastic surgery?" he asked the photo he was looking at in his grasp.

While the one who was stared at in the photo and has metamorphosed is now staring at the luxurious house waiting for him to clean.

Very well her husband, in the spacious three-story house was not provided by servants. Wait, he has an idea. He went out of the house and met the security guard of the housing complex.

"Mrs Asyraf?" Aish chuckled at the greeting from the person she was about to meet.

"No, my wife is not a mistress. I'm in need of some women to help me at home sir. The security guard can help you find it?" Aish said in a very soft tone.

"Have help at home? Anyhow, wait for me to call the guy." The security guard called someone and said there was work. "Why not use the services of the distributor, Madam .. uh ma'am. What should I call ya?" the security guard laughed softly while scratching the temple.

"Call Mom just like the others. Is there anyone who can bntuin me?"

"So forget, there's mom. Said ready. That's my nephew's same sister."

"Well, I'll wait at home, sir. Do you know Ashraf's house?"

"Whoever I will deliver," replied the security guard while saluting the military style to make the opponent biacara chuckle.

Aish returned home and it wasn't until fifteen minutes that the person who would help ease her work had come.

Needless to explain in detail, the two young women who had been escorted by the security guard already knew the task. Asih simply ordered not to enter Ashraf's room. Make that room he'll clean. Including washing the clothes of the husband.

While waiting for his two impromptu workers to finish, Aish took the time to open an email report from the store and the business he was in. Accompanied by Zia who sat down and was engrossed in enjoying snacks and cartoon shows on tv. Sometimes the little boy laughed.

Aish's phone vibrated, there was Isha's name on the screen. He immediately picked up and said his greetings. "Yes Sha?"

"Sir Aish is home, right?"

"Well, I'm home, want to play here?"

"Yes-"

Isha's voice was no longer clear, only the sound of something falling.