Zahwa My wife

Chapter 50

Before flying to Indonesia, Anton and Sarah took the time to go to a jewelry store, because they were confused by what was suitable for Zahwa, anton finally decided to buy his old wife a diamond necklace, and for Sarah, the woman only asked to buy a diamond ring as well.

Anton and Sarah have arrived at the airport, as usual Anton brought his own car that has been delivered by his office, home to Zahwa's house, and Sarah was picked up by the driver who worked on him.

On the way home Anton always remembers Zahwa's face, he had imagined his beautiful wife's face would welcome him when he arrived home.

While on Anton's way through the place where he bought Zahwa batagor first and given how greedy his wife was to eat the food, Anton decided to stop by and buy the food for Zahwa, after the order was completed, Anton continued his journey to his old wife's house.

Just walking for about twenty minutes, again Anton saw the food cart his wife liked on the side of the road, he decided to go down and buy the fruit and this time he bought two packs of fruit, because Anton became addicted when he felt the sour food the other day with Zahwa.

"Mang rujak fruit yes two, in the wrap yes Mang." said Anton ordered rujak fruit that.

"Sir Anton wijaya, right.?" asked the fruit seller, almost unable to believe who was in front of him and bought the merchandise.

"Yes, do you know me.?" ask Anton back. And the rancher chuckled.

"Yes sir, who doesn't recognize the Wijaya family sir.? The family is rich but very generous and also humble like Mr. Gunawan Wijaya" said the poet. Anton's family is very famous in the city, because of his hospitality so many people who like them, although with abundant wealth but the family is still not arrogant.

"Please sit down sir, let me make it first" said the street vendor, then handed Anton a plastic chair.

"Thank you Mang." said Anton while sitting his body on the chair given by the seller.

"You spicy or not sir.?" ask the seller again.

"That's just Mang." replied Anton.

Not until fifteen minutes, Anton's order was completed.

"This is sir" said the fruit seller by thrusting a plastic bag containing two packs of fruit sticks.

"Thank you Mang" Anton said, handing over one hundred thousand in payment to the seller.

"Little money sir." Said the seller.

"It's okay, change take it." Anton replied with a smile.

"Thank you very much Mr. Anton, hopefully those who are cravings at home like this rujak" said the seller with a happy smile. And Anton was surprised to hear the words of the fruitcher.

Anton was already sitting on the bench then, he so smiled his own smile heard the words of the seller who said about cravings.

Zahwa.? Funny times huh.? Anton laughed, imagining that his wife was having real cravings.

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At her home, as usual Zahwa came home from the store early, she cooked all the food that her husband liked, then cleaned the house, and after finishing all her homework, Zahwa cleaned up to welcome her husband, she did not want him to smell the unpleasant scent of her body.

Finally arrived, Anton gave his greetings and stepped in with a smiling face.

"Assalamualaikum Za." Anton.

"Waalaikum salam mas." replied Zahwa, then approached her husband on the doorstep.

"What is this mas.?'' ask Zahwa curiously.

"Open up." Anton replied, then handed the two packets of food to Zahwa.

"Wah..., buy batagor and fruit curry huh.? Thank you very much" said Zahwa with a happy smile.

"Same, let's go in." Anton said then arrived to embrace Zahwa's waist. Zahwa glanced at her husband's hand, astonished at his behavior, even though she was pleased with Anton's actions.

"Would you like to eat first, or take a shower first.?" the question Zahwa always asked when he welcomed her husband.

"It's like taking a shower first" Anton said, then walked to their room.

While Zahwa put the package of food that Anton brought to the dining table, then he followed Anton into the room. Arriving at the room, Zahwa found her husband still sitting on the bed.

"Za, please bring me my briefcase." Anton. And Zahwa took it immediately.

"It's mas." Zahwa handed her husband's bag still standing in front of Anton.

"Come here" Anton said, hitting the bed, asking Zahwa to sit next to him.

Anton pulled out a red box and handed it to Zahwa.

"Mas, I don't know what to buy you, so I decided to buy you this" Anton said, handing the box over to Zahwa.

"Mas.., this is very beautiful." said Zahwa when opening and saw the beauty of the diamond necklace that Anton bought for her, her eyes also seemed to sparkle twinkle.

"Here we put it on." said Anton. Then he took the necklace, and tried to put it on Zahwa. And Zahwa tried to open his hijab.

The position of Anton's face was very close, making his breath touch Zahwa's neck, making the woman's heart beat so much faster, this is not Anton's first touch to him, even they were ever closer than that, he said, but somehow this time Zahwa felt something different from Anton's touch and breath.

"You are beautiful Za." said Anton with a smile and looked at the beauty of Zahwa's face after wearing the necklace.

"Thank you for that." Zahwa.

"You can keep it if you feel excessive to wear it, later I will buy more that is more suitable for you to use daily" said Anton, still looking at Zahwa's face.

"Hmm, yes" said Zahwa.

"Za, looks like we haven't been around for a long time.. Ah forget it, maybe you're tired." actually Anton really wanted to touch Zahwa further, but somehow he ignored his intentions, afraid if his wife was reluctant to serve him.

"Mas, isn't it a tired mas.?" Zahwa held her husband's hand, trying to hold Anton back who wanted to stand up and leave him. Zahwa felt serving her husband was a duty she had to do.

"So can.?" anton asked Zahwa again, and his wife simply nodded with a shy smile.

 

Cheng, jeng..