YOUNG WIFE

CHAPTER 33

“Mama is healthy?” gala asked as soon as she came out of her room.

In her favorite green dinasaurus pajamas, Gala came to hug me who was preparing breakfast for this little family. More precisely the heating food that yesterday brought mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

“Lumayan. Gala brush teeth first there, out of it wakein papa keep us breakfast.”

“Papa sama has not fought, right?” gala asked with a glare.

Aih...is he still thinking about yesterday? Fortunately Gala didn't tell us about our fight with Oma and her aunt yesterday. Otherwise, we might have been in court for hours.

I was silent at the question coming out of her tiny lips. Well. I can't say that we're okay. Precisely last night something happened that made me astonished to the point that om sompret wanted me to swallow alive.

After the choking incident, Aiman started acting strangely. Or maybe it's been weird since I got sick a few days ago.

Aiman started to blur like a cat. To and fro seeking my attention through small things. It was like offering me to buy the food I wanted to eat, watching me take my medicine regularly, trying to cook even if the results were chaotic, telling me stories, and the strangest thing was letting me sleep in one bed with him.

“Mel. Sleeping on the sofa can make you catch a cold,” persuasnya which even makes me remember his words when we arrived in Jakarta.

“Ngak. Here is more convenient than later fear of anything happening.”

I could hear the sound of her bed creaking when I finished muttering. I peeked at him from the reflection of the glass in the big cupboard. Aiman turned out to be posing tilting his body towards me while supporting his head with one hand.

“I won't do anything to you, Mel.”

I went back to pretending to be asleep while listening to his chatter.

“I can guarantee until you get our new deal.”

“What deal anyway? So your wife is you really?”

“Iya.”

“Neg. Because I don't want more heartache.”

Aiman let out a long sigh and then the sound of his feet approaching me. And sure enough, my body was suddenly lifted off the sofa because Aiman was carrying me. He made me stay in his head and then forcefully led me to his bed. I stared for a while, until I made a big break afterwards when he put me carefully into bed looking at me with a small smile.

A smile filled with hidden intentions.

“Ngapain anyway? I used to sleep at –“

Aiman quickly shut my mouth. He tried to keep me quiet with his big palm. Our eyes meet each other. And it happened a few minutes before Aiman whispered in front of my face.

“Once said husband, Mel. I promise not to say if we sleep in bed.”

“Why change your mind? Didn't you tell me to sleep on the couch?” ask me to still face him.

Do you guys know? I can even hear his breath sitting close to him we are talking at this moment.

“The situation is different. You're sick again. It will not heal.”

“Oh. Because you don't want a mother while Gala over time rest.”

Aiman sighed again while rubbing his own forehead with his finger. Maybe speechless because I'm still bringing it up.

Yep! That's the nature of women. They forgive easily, but not by forgetting!

“Still say so,” reply with a cranky tone. “I'm sorry about that. I promise I won't say it again,” he said this time gently.

I ignored him while he was cheating.

“And one more. I have nothing to do with Raline. I swear, by Allah.”

“But he ngejer-ngejer you tuh.”

“And he scolded me, not the other way around.”

“But you want to. Do you know that Raline did not know you? It can't be. Elah base rubber playboy.”

Aiman smiled to himself as I interrogated him. It really.sucks these gentlemen.

“You're jealous, Mel?”

Uh, I'm jealous anyway?

“Now!” shanka.

“But I'm jealous see you're familiar with Rendi.”

Eh?

Basic om-om labile. He said it was hard to like someone. But why wear all jealousy?

“Mana may. You don't like me.”

“But that's what I currently feel.”

“That's selfish. You have no right to say jealous of people you don't even like.”

As soon as I heard my words, Aiman immediately fell silent. He looked at me for a long time until finally I was the one who let go because of the constant uneasiness of being stared at like Ozan.

But before long Aiman re-embraced me until I drowned in his arms. And you know Wak how it feels to be hugged Aiman?

Very nice because he has a chest that field as wide as a ping pong field. Not to mention he smells. Whooch! My puppet has lost too!

“Love me time, Mel. I will learn to forget the hurt in the past. After that, I will try to love again. And it's just you,” he said confidently.

How brothers? Can Aiman's words be trusted?

I'm the.don't.

Back to Gala's question.

I calmly told her the good news was that we were no longer fighting. Well.maybe for now. In the future no one knows. It could be me who breaks the mood later. Or it could be Aiman who starts a new story with someone.

I need to be ready for this relationship. Because indeed from the beginning of this household life is built like an egg shell that is easily fragile. Anytime it can crack and anytime it can fall apart.

There were times when I felt comfortable with this little family. My legs refused to leave even though we were only a few months together.

But moments like this happen, right? Where I'm getting greedy and want to be the only one, but in fact my opposite sex doesn't think I'll be with them forever. So how should I behave? Surviving without being considered anything, it was a futile act.

I am not the kind of woman who is willing to be used!

“Not really. We both are better.”

“Serious?”

“Two rius Gala,” sahut Aiman who was already awake from his sleep.

Aiman came near his son. He then carried Gala up to his shoulder and was shaken until the child laughed while shedding tears. After comforting his son, Aiman stopped. They both quickly sat in the pantry kitchen where I served two dishes of fried rice ready to eat.

“If papa has improved with mom, kiss dong kayak at that time.”

I who was drinking, immediately choked to hear the babbling of the boy. Contrary to the reverse also with Aiman, who even casually pulled my shoulder and kissed my cheek without permission in front of his son.

“Udah right? Later to tell om Raka there if papa and Mama have improved.”

Gala laughed loudly while showing her two tiny thumbs. I still frowned towards Aiman who looked so happy.

“Continuously well look for opportunities,” pinch me on the stomach.

Aiman chuckled as he bit me with one hand.

“Name also business —”

“Usaha what?”

“If you are really fit, we go to the Safari park yuk,” Aiman switched the conversation.

“Safari? Where the hell?”

“Yey! We're going to the Safari park, Pa?”

Aiman nodded while holding Gala again.

“Iya. Want to show mama, what animals look like this mama of yours.”

Surely want to show ugly.

“You yes, Ma. Gala wants mama to come,” whine that makes my heart of course immediately softened.

“Emang you don't work?”

“Kan still takes leave.”

Without a mother-bi-bu I agreed to the invitation. And Aiman gave me two more thumbs as a form of gratitude.

But my head immediately dizzy because of the invitation to the Safari park that suddenly dangdut this. So be prepared is not done perfectly.

“Not bother. We can buy only if there is less.”

“Surely bring this just enough?” askaku only bring a few snacks, drinking water, and a change of clothes that may be needed.

For supplies, I just enter the stock of the side dish that I opened earlier. I think there is less. But Aiman made sure it was not a problem because later it can be followed by buying it.

“OK. Nobody misses, right?” aiman asked as he began to lock the door.

Just about to get into the car, there was the sound of another car stopping right in front of the fence. I thought it was Raka because every day she would stop by here.

But it wasn't.

She's Susan —a former wife of Aiman— who came carrying a big handbag that she gave straight to Gala who was standing right beside me.

Actually, I was a little distracted by the way he pulled Gala from my grip. He pulled Gala as if I had snatched the child from him.

But yeah, that's it. I can't fight back. Because after all, Gala is indeed Susan's son who until anytime, I have no right to forbid them to meet, right?

“Cock here don't say it first?” ask Aiman with a slightly tinge.

“You want to meet your own child kok use say-say the hell mas?”

“That time I was —”

“Yayaya I know it's wrong. But I can't do that anymore. Because my longing for the Gala was huge. You took him to the field long enough. So can dong if I often see Gala.”

Aiman looked to be twitching his forehead while looking down. She may be speechless because Susan seems stubborn enough to be advised.

Poor this too. Got a wife and ex-wife who are both tough. Huh!

“As of you. But today can't because we want to go out.”

“Oh! On where to? Can I follow you? Long time ago, we did not walk. Can ya?”

Alamac. What kind of situation is this?

Why did I feel bad after this widow showed up here?