Adult Zone
22. A Day of Being a Wife

...A DAY OF BEING A WIFE...

...By: David Khanz...

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"Where are you going, Mom?" asked me one morning to see the wife was tidy with a loose robe and a wide headscarf extending to almost cover half her height.

"There's a similar show of liqo's friends'. Kan, semalem has been said. Father forgot?" answer the wife while staying focused on tidying up the arch of the hijab on the forehead.

I remember for a moment.

Last night? Maybe at that time I was chatting with the children but did not have time to hear the words CS my bed. Understandably, men, right, the majority can not multi-tasking. If you have focused on one thing, sometimes other senses are difficult to function optimally. Including me, of course.

"Oh, is that it?" I'm scratching my head that actually doesn't itch while grinning silent, "the kids aren't taken, are they?"

He smiled between the clasps of his lips that held the needle, "It's okay, right, if today's Dad takes care of the kids? You see, if brought it must be complicated, Dad."

I turned a lip, "Oh ... fine! No problems. I'll take them carefully."

"What does that mean, Dad?" the wife's forehead shriveled a little at my answer, so the arch of her hijab sagged a little.

"Yes, it's okay. I can handle it, deh."

In my heart I murmured, "Great! Where laundry dishes the same clothes are still piled up in the kitchen. Not to mention the children's toys are still cluttered in the living room. Nyapu, mopping, nyuci, drying clothes, bathing children, cooking ... "

"Can it really be straight, Dad?" asked the wife while looking at my suddenly murky face romance.

"Can ... Small is mah."

"You guys, please wash clothes, you know, Dad. Nyapu, mopping, drying clothes and bathing children. Can, right?"

Back I muttered, "Busyet, dah! Don't tell me, too, ma'am. It was in my head, just now."

"God willing .. "I replied slowly while unplugging the fully charged phone charger.

"It's okay, deh. I did a bini job. Not every day, though. I used to go down to the kitchen again on this work holiday. Huh .. fate!" I said in my heart while patting my own eel.

Plok!

"Why, Dad? Don't wanna? Yes, I will work later if I have come home, deh," said the wife with a high tone of voice and frown.

"Well, right, I said also ... Inshaa Allah. I can, really."

"So why tepok jidat?"

Uh ... buseh bye! The business of patting the eel alone does not escape the material of speech, yak? Fucking women!

"This ... WA from temen semalem, just open now. That's why Dad tepok jidat," I said forced to lie rather than continue.

Although I'm actually aware, it can't be done. Husbands and wives should be open to each other. Especially when you go to bed at night. Uh ...

'Kan, there's also a song called 'There's No Lying Between Us'. So, lying is not. Except ... spruce!

"What's a WA pesen, anyway? How, until that tepok jidat, Dad? From the girls, huh?"

Bujug! Kirain jurus lie earlier will be potent feel 'cock'nya. It knows it's episode.

Yeah, God!

"Temen nanyain office mail file that I save on the computer. He's in the fuckin' folder. So ... Beautiful," again forced to lie back for self-protection.

From the edges even 'not' my instant message conversation history, right? Eh. .. he means later he will be in the afternoon to come to the liqanya group event. So, Viewers! But at least because there was the word 'beautiful' earlier, her originally curly lips have now turned into a knotty smile.

Potent!

"So, right, it's gone, ma'am?" I quickly connected the words before he asked again.

"Anterin, dong, Dad," suddenly spoiled whine.

Ordinary, if there is any more desire, the woman is so. No different from men, once whispered soft before going to bed, must be biological hunger again. Once again not in the mood, bini ask for dipijitin also even more milih ngorok.

Then the story continues on to the journey. One two-wheeler loaded with five lives. Complete all in accordance with the registered on the Family Card. Father, Mother and three children.

I realized, actually it's not good and not worth imitating. Very dangerous to safety. But how else? The vehicle in our household was the only one. Children are left at home, not possible.

The biggest child, a boy, was only thirteen years old, the second a girl, only five years old. The youngest is a boy, this year he is in his third year.

Yeah, it's okay. Count the family streets only. After all, the speed of the motor is no more than 30 km/h.

An hour later after dropping off the First Lady, we were safely back home.

The first thing that became my plan to be a 'wife' a day at that time was to 'destroy' the laundry of dirty clothes. This task, I think, is easiest without the need for sexy shaking the buttocks armed with a flushing board, because it is enough to plug the washing machine cable into electricity and set the laundry mill to forty-five.

While waiting for the washing machine's kenob timer to run out, I immediately rushed to execute the pile of dishes and dirty kitchen utensils. Not until thirty minutes, all have returned kinclong flavored lime soap.

My children were brackets in the front room with the front lock position of the house tightly closed and locked. They are released to play anything. The eldest was busy drawing and coloring according to his talent. Daughter playing house with her favorite cat doll. While the youngest is busy making a collection of cars and robots.

Wow ... start it!

While waiting for the laundry, I open my phone and reply to social media comments and instant messages. It also makes a new status reads, "Duh, tired euy. Nyuci heula ah sabari ngasuh."

Updated quickly under the 4G network complete with selfie photo attachments without using the beauty camera application, of course, following the background of the washing machine.

"Well, laper!" sahut the first child comes approaching while holding the stomach, followed by the youngest child wants to pee.

"Yes laper, son? Okay ... I'll cook first, honey. Just wait in the front room," I replied as I glorified the youngest's pants and drove him to the bathroom.

Actually had thought to cook instant noodles plus boiled eggs. But I don't want kids being infiltrated with that kind of food. Besides not good for health, children are also accustomed to liking my own processing. In terms of dong, I am a former unemployed who used to be a hobby of snacking if again staying up late. The problem of kitchen spices is very khatam, deh.

I saw the laundry machine timer left four minutes. Means we can't yet make magicom cook rice. If reckless, KWH in front of the house will automatically 'snap' off. Understandably, the power in our house is only 450 Watts. Therefore, if the dawn has to cook rice, usually the headlights and side of the house will be forced out. Only leaving the middle room, bedroom and kitchen left lit.

Four minutes waiting for the washing machine to stop, I immediately cooked the water. Or at least it can be hot even if it does not boil. The goal is to cook rice on magicom so that it does not wait too long to mature and does not consume much electricity. Save, he said.

"Well, have you seen the bells?" shouted the firstborn from the front room, "laper!"

"Yes, in a minute. The new name is ngagolotrok!" answer me with the same scream from the kitchen.

Okay, deh. While waiting for the rice to ripen, I rushed towards the refrigerator. There are eggs, instant noodles, vegetables, raw meatballs, sambeleun, quail eggs, salted fish and some other kitchen spices. Continue back to the kitchen while carrying the vegetable soup ingredients and processed carefully immediately. Not to forget, while sitting down and cutting vegetables, I opened the phone complete with the headset.

Wanna what? I sang dangdut online through the Smule app. Success, once a live recording became my single of the day. Immediately shared to Facebook and before long phone notifications began to clatter repeatedly. I did not want to open it because I was busy cooking vegetables, salted fish, eggs and ingredients to make sambal.

Snap!

Magicom notification sounds loud. Alhamdulillah .. has matured my advice. But that meant I had to continue turning the washing machine knob a second time, after the first soaking water was thrown away. Fortunately to accommodate the immersion of new laundry water, no need to bother taking it from the well directly. Simply armed with a hose and an electric switch, the water has flowed smoothly through the help of an electric water pump.

Suddenly we heard crying from the front room. That's my daughter's voice.

"Well, Aa naughty. It's crying," said the youngest child giving a report as he approached me.

"Aa, take care of his sister, dong. Dad, right, cook it first."

There was a small commotion in the front room. One was insistent while nagging, the other was crying more and more.

Duh, Gusti! Where else do I fry salted fish anyway. If later ngurusin begin, will be 'narang' nih my cooking!

I had to bring my daughter to the kitchen. While the firstborn suddenly crank. Lastly, the youngest was left in a busy kitchen with vegetables garbage that I had put in a crackle bag.

Ambulance again, huh!

When it was time to eat, the children gathered to enjoy my processed dishes. I do not go directly to the stand, but prefer to dry clothes first. Upon his return from the clothesline, the youngest child cried because his brother diomelin because of spilling drinking water. The carpet was wet.

Another job, here! Hadh ... Gusti Nu the Great!

Which boy wants to eat by himself. Being bribed even scatter and mingkem. The eggplok one seed almost ludes, the rice is still intact.

At that time, I suddenly lost my wife's presence. Mom, come back. I can't stand it, here!

After eating, continue some houses. Sweeping, tidying up the children's play marks, dusting the dust attached to the furniture, tidying up the used bedroom overnight 'dark' with the wife, children's room and lastly mopping.

Then bathe the children to wear their own clothes. Is the housework over? Haven't. The kitchen is still a mess.

Okay, I'm staying back the kids in the front room. While I was busy washing the old cook and eating earlier. At once the used hose channeled well water into a washing machine that is still circular not because it looks like a wad oray.

Beres? Apparently not yet. Once back in the front room, the condition that had been neat jali, now back in disarray.

Oh God! Suddenly this tight chest held back the anger. But I don't want to do it. That's my kids, hard-earned, time to be scolded for trivial things, huh?

"Dad, pengen jajan," whined my daughter and seriously adopted by her two brothers.

Bussyet! The feeling of eating, huh? Not yet full, boy? That was ... etdah! The hour hand is almost noon. It feels like from the beginning entered the kitchen last hour? Almost five hours in the kitchen and the house. Very cool, yak, time turns? Pantesan aja the average of the Mother-Emak cepet feel old. This is why, almost half of his life was spent in kitchens, wells and mattresses. Day work, night 'dikerjain'.

Fate, wife!

Until I realized I was sleeping on the chair while accompanying the children to play in the front room. Waking up because of hearing the voice of the wife's 'lecture' who just arrived at the house, "Kok, the house is still a mess? What are you doing, anyway, at home?"

Why aja? I'm so fucking pat, honey!

Luckily I was born a man. It has only been realized since then ...

I love to be a man forever

...DONE IT...