WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa is now seven months old. His stomach is also growing. The fetus in the womb is getting more active and the kick is starting to feel. Lately, during sleep Zalfa always lies on his side, because his breathing feels tight if he has to sleep in a reclining position.

Zalfa was sitting limp in the chair after doing his daily activities. Although she has a domestic assistant, Zalfa still does not leave her cooking activities. She enjoys cooking Arkhan's favorite dishes the most. To him, pleasing the husband is part of his charity field. But she does not cook alone, of course helped by Emy.

Zalfa turned his head when he heard the footsteps of shoes entering the room and approaching towards him.

“Mas Arkhan!” Zalfa smiled to see her husband had returned. “Kok, this summer you just came home from work?”

Arkhan did not answer. He looked at Zalfa who was sitting on the chair with an expression like exhaustion, even Zalfa's voice was not so excited either. Her face was slightly paled, her hair without hijab.

“You're like tired, what have you been doing all day?” Arkhan asked as he positioned his body standing before Zalfa.

Zalfa smiled faintly. “I was cooking your favorite food, uh you came home at this hour. Must have eaten outside?”

“You don't have to do that. There's Emy who can cook for me.”

“I cook not alone, really. I'm assisted by EMy. Emy did everything, from collecting ingredients, chopping ingredients, chopping spices, to washing ingredients, and I just cooked on the cauldron.”

Arkhan squatting. He positioned his gaze to align with Zalfa's. “You know that I can't take care of you twenty-four hours because I'm not your security guard, so you have to take care of yourself for at least twelve hours, the rest of me will take care of you. At night I am with you and can certainly take care of you.”

Zalfa smiled again. Uh, Arkhan can now say a lot to show his attention. Zalfa knew, that attention arises purely by itself without engineering. Because Arkhan is not smart in terms of romantic smell. Zalfa was delighted when Arkhan's hand had already landed on the back of his hand.

“Who said you were my security guard? You are my husband,” said Zalfa.

“She moves!” arkhan.

“Yes, she knows that her father is touching her.” Zalfa grabbed Arkhan's hand and guided him to rub the moving parts.

“What do you feel when your body is inhabited by another life?” Arkhan asked with a focused gaze towards Zalfa's stomach.

“Sort of flavors. A lot of it felt by pregnant women.”

Arkhan raised his head, staring at Zalfa's face. “This is how the struggle of the woman who gave up her body is used as a place for her husband's children to live. Women should also feel a wide variety of unpleasant things.” Arkhan got up, then sat down on the side seat of Zalfa.

Zalfa shifted the seat because the seat only fit one person. Forced Zalfa to hold his body by strengthening his legs so as not to fall because of his sitting position which is only half.

TB

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