Waiting for the Love of the Husband

THE MCSS 24

"Sorry," said Asyraf flatly as he pushed the body that hugged him. The dim light did not make the woman's face clearly visible.

"Munafic," cried the woman but Asyraf did not care that he kept walking quickly to get out of the place.

The two of them immediately got into the car and left a place they did not like.

"I'm sorry, sir," Hans regretted from behind the wheel.

"It's not your fault, too, Hans. Maybe they don't know us that well. Maybe they are also used to working together by offering orgasm services first."

The long distance made them arrive at home late at night. Hans was immediately welcome to go home in his car. Because Hans' car was left in the office and asked him to pick it up tomorrow morning.

Asyraf opened the door using a double lock that he always carried with him just in case he came home too late. He did not want to disturb the rest of his wife or the workers.

Asyraf's gaze was fixed on the body curled up on the sofa in front of the television. His wife fell asleep there because she was waiting for him to come home. This morning, he told me he was likely to come home last night.

The movement of Ashraf while lifting and moving his wife to the bed did not disturb Aish. Asyraf smiled looking at his wife's undisturbed face. Maybe his wife's a ketchup. So the mother at once worked it is not easy, so he looked at the face that looks peaceful in his sleep. Trying to feel the sacrifice of the wife.

She also feels guilty for not giving Aish her whole love. He needs time for that but he's trying to keep Aish from living in the shadows of Syfa.

Asyraf went to clean himself up. Stepping carefully so as not to disturb the wife.

Aish squirms when she hears water gurgling from the bathroom. Forced to wake up even though drowsiness is still struggling. He glanced at the clock that had pointed at the number eleven.

"I woke up your sleep?" ask Ashraf who looks fresh when he comes out of the bathroom.

"Especially not. Did you just come home?" aish asked while sitting down and leaning on the body.

"From an hour ago. I intentionally didn't wake you anyway I could just take a change of clothes." Asyraf sat down near the wife, giving a swab on the cheek that looked a little stye.

"Want me to have dinner?"

"If my wife sleeps better sleep. Eat it tomorrow morning, now let me eat another." Asyraf went into the blanket and clasped his wife tightly. Kiss as a sign of affection even tower berberoaa Aish face.

Aish blushed. Though this was not the first time, but Aish was always embarrassed when Ashraf signaled asking for his right.

Asyraf should not have used his pajamas after bathing. After a few minutes the pajamas were thrown and fell from the bed.

"Why is my wife getting more beautiful? Even I couldn't afford to stay away from debganmy for long" whispered Asyraf.

Aish did not respond but her feelings warmed up. Asyraf never absent praise when they are together and Aish never get bored with it.

"Thank you." Asyraf kisses his wife's forehead after they both release stress hormones. They also sleep in a state of hugging each other.

Early in the morning the house became rame because of Zia. The boy protested because before going to bed he had said he wanted to sleep with Asyraf and Aish.

Aish approached the pouting Zia while scruffling. "Sorry mother overslept, mother also does not know when the father came home."

"Dad always breaks promises."

Asyraf rubbed his forehead but then smiled and lifted up Zia's body. "And you want to have a brother, right? So you can't sleep with us. It won't be a loh."

"Mas ...," protested Aish.

"Yes, yes. Let's have breakfast, I'll take you to school."

They sat together to enjoy breakfast and were led to prayer by Ashraf.

After breakfast they parted at the door, Hans had been waiting since fifteen minutes ago. Asyraf did not forget to say goodbye to his wife and gave a kiss.

"Be careful! May kindness accompany my husband's steps today. Sister's drug." Aish waved to the child.

Aish returns inside with the intention of taking out a basket filled with dirty clothes, as she does not want anyone else to enter her room. The room as privacy section is always clean by itself. He also combed some of the clothes hanging in his place including the suit that Ashraf wore yesterday. Aish was stunned when she smelled another perfume from her husband's suit. The aroma is so soft. Suddenly he remembered posting an account yesterday afternoon.

"Astagfirullah, Aishwa can-can you think the no-no. Be careful it can be prayer" Aish said grumbling to himself.

But as he was about to pick up the phone to check yesterday's post, his stomach suddenly felt nauseous. As a result he chose to go to the bathroom and ignored the bad thoughts evaporated by themselves.

Aish spewed out a clear liquid, "it looks like this crumpled stomach acid again," he lamented. He nodded his head which felt dizzy.

Getting out of Aish's room, he asked one of the workers to make him some sweet tea. "So please have some sweet tea."

"Mother's sick?" ask the case because he saw his employer frowning.

"Just a little dizzy. Please sweet tea." I let myself down on the couch. Look at the cell phone in your hand. Whether she should contact her husband or not.

"This is the tea, ma'am. Do you want me to take you to the doctor? Or should you call dad?"

"No, no need. I just need a real break, later also good myself."

***

Isha walked towards the dining room. "Well, I have a schedule this morning" he told me. "I borrowed Dad's car. I'll use mom's car."

"Sit down first, just say the goal," said H. Aqim reminded.

"Yes, I borrowed Dad's car. I have to go to college now. Don't you think I'm using dad's car?"

"This princess knows which is more expensive" Salwa said, pouring water for her husband.

"Wear only mother, if you have a father, you are afraid to show off" said Haji Aqim.

"Well, I'll say yes, Assalamualaikum." Not to forget Isha manyalami the hands of her parents. He ran towards the door because he was being chased by time.

When the door opened, Isha found Juan standing at the door. "Well, Brother Juan?"

Juan handed Isha the keys, "I want to take your car. Huh!"

"Cock-a-pocket?" Isha received a key message from Juan. "Oh brother Juan I'm sorry I'm late. I have to leave now. Oh yes brother Juan how did he go home?"

"Get ojol."

"Depart with me," said Isah, he returned to his mother's car "not to be used."

"Well." Haji Aqim followed his daughter out. He saw the same guy who drove his daughter last night.

"Sorry Pah Haji, the intention was just to nganter Isha's car alone." Juan nodded his head with a smile.

"Dad is not a father if brother Juan went with Isha. He didn't bring a car."

"So he said he wanted to ride a bulge" his father said.

"Dad please, pity brother Juan has come all the way here. I have to go now too. Brother Juan could be an impromptu driver."

Actually, H Aqim was reluctant to let his daughter one car with a foreign man. As a parent, of course, there are many considerations that he chose so that his decision does not make him regret someday.