You're Not the First

Maaf

After the prayer, Aya was taken to Basofi's room by her mother-in-law. Basofi himself went out somewhere.

"You lock it up later tonight, so Koko can't get in and you can sleep peacefully, baby!" Said the in-law who treated him very well.

"You look around first. If there is a need you have not provided you just say the same mom. Makeup is also like what you used to wear. Just change your nightgown, you must be tired. My mom was wrong too. The new daughter-in-law came straight to be taught to cook. Not to be told to rest first. Sorry, my mom, baby!" The good super duper mother-in-law felt guilty towards her beloved daughter-in-law.

"No papa mah. Fiah even seneng because it has a mami substitute" said Sofiyah beaming to make her in-laws happy too.

"Yes, you have rested so that tomorrow you can wake up fresher again! Not good if there is papa, mama even chat with you. Mama should accompany papa first. Tomorrow we can tell the stories, baby?" Mama Rosi commented a smile and patted Sofiyah's shoulder gently.

After closing the door and locking her sofiyah went around looking at the closet and everything in the room. The bathroom inside was not separated from his observation.

Because Sofiyah is not a chatty and picky person she just smiles at the clothes chosen by the in-laws. What matters is not tacky.

He picked up a long-sleeved nightgown as well as pants and immediately changed clothes. Although often overtime and work until night but cooking activities apparently a little different and now feel tired.

Sofiyah felt her throat dry want to drink also want to snack. Therefore he grabbed his veil and just put it on his head. The important thing is to close his hair, no one, he thought. I forgot Daniel was there too.

He walked downstairs to the kitchen. Understandably in a new place it feels a little different even though the residents are fine but there is a little awkward tucked away.

In the kitchen apparently the art were eating together exchanging stories and heard laughter too. The atmosphere was very cheerful and Sofiyah did not want to disturb them. Although they feel a little strange are they usually noisy like this?.

Sofiyah continued her intention of taking drinking water and snacks to bring to the top.

"Little....! How are you" Sapa Daniel who suddenly appeared from the kitchen made Sofiyah startled and stroked her chest.

"It turns out you...!"

"What's? me? What do you mean?"

"Just. Everything is ok" Sofiyah was confused as well to explain how. Actually he wanted to say it turned out to be the source of the kitchen was because of him.

"You say what Fi...?" Daniel sat in front of Sofiyah while eating his favorite noodles.

"You want?" Daniel offered him the food he was eating.

"No thanks". He refused even though his saliva was almost dripping when he had just eaten dinner. I don't know why he's hungry again.

"Related?". Daniel who knows that Sofiyah is also a fan of noodles like her seduces girls who are her age.

The sound of cars stopping in the yard. Sofiyah was sure it was Basofi's car that had been going somewhere. Although still angry and upset at her husband in fact there are some of her who miss Basofi. Want to see his face even for a moment before moving to the contest as a provision to sleep soundly.

"Ask....!" Sofiyah finally could not stand the seductive style of eating Daniel.

Smiling mockingly, Daniel shared his noodles with his sister-in-law and they enjoyed it together

Basofi came in with a flat expression but after seeing that there was Sofiyah being with Daniel, her face immediately changed. An angry jealousy was clearly on his face. His footsteps quickly approached his wife and became possessive. Kissing Sofiyah's forehead and allowing the location of her hijab to cover her hair and ears perfectly.

"Darling, are you still hungry?" Babas asked while pulling up a chair and sitting next to his wife.

"No!" Sofiyah replied as she glanced at the handsome one who looked lethargic and not lustful. He wants to be angry and keep his ego but in front of Daniel he cannot show it.

Daniel immediately got up from his seat, knowing there was family drama because he lived between two mothers who were often silent but actually they were fighting his mind became sensitive.

Shortly after that, the mbok entered the dining room.

"Aden want to prepare food?" Ask the mbok politely.

"Not to mbok. I want to make fried rice" Basofi said as he glanced at his wife. "You wait up there, I'll take it there!" Basofi said he was about to kiss Sofiyah on the forehead again, but her wife stood up from her seat and made him swallow.

Sofiya immediately headed to her husband's room with a drink and some snacks and fruit. The door was locked tightly so that the owner of the room could not go inside.

He immediately sent a message telling Basofi that he would sleep alone tonight.

'I will wait at the door with my fried rice. I will wait until your heart is broken. I'm sorry !'

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Guys I write this when my head is dizzy not playing. The body is hot cold when Sunday tomorrow has another wish. My youngest sister's wedding.

Doain is healing! Now that people are helping me sleep through the day.

Healthy is a very big pleasure. If it hurts like this, it feels that it is something very valuable.

I hope that the common cold is not a strange disease. Doain yes, guys!