After Marriage
CHAPTER 122

Normally, when coming home from work like this Kiran would

welcome the husband's arrival. But this afternoon the one who welcomed was not Kiran,

except for Desi.

“Mbak Kiran is still sleeping Sir, in Aydan's room,” is clear

Desi, who had already carried Aydan in one of his hands.

Aslan did not give any response, only

nod his head in response. Aydan, eating rice, was being fed by

Desi. After stroking the head of the child affectionately, Aslan immediately

following the wife.

Go up to the second floor of the house and go to the room

son, Aydan.

The first time I opened the door, both of Aslan's eyes

immediately locked the existence of the wife, who was curled up asleep above

bed there.

With smiling lips, Aslan walked over. Sit

on the side of the bed and stared fixedly at Kiran's face. Face, which to him is getting

beautiful if you sleep like this.

For a moment, Aslan turned his attention away from the face

the wife, she saw the clock on her left wrist. That was the time

shows at half-five in the afternoon.

“Ran, wake up baby,” said Aslan, while stroking

soft Kiran's shoulders.

The awakened did not respond to anything, not even

his breathing still sounded regular. Marking Kiran, still asleep with

real deep.

“Ran,” call Aslan once again.

 Feel not

there was movement, Aslan smiled grinning.

He put his hand in his wife's shirt,

two things that feel so warm. Her gentle movements, made Kiran

even in the subconscious.

And the two Kiran netra immediately broke into the pattern, as Aslan

adds to its squeezing power.

“Mas! Ih!” Upset Kiran, she even directly patted

her husband's hand.

And Aslan just chuckled, while letting out

hand back.

“I just found out,” said Aslan later, until making

Kiran frowned confusedly.

“Tau what?” kiran asked ketus, still upset. Especially until

now his two breasts still feel pulsating.

“It turns out woke up that sleeping wife

like this,” explained Aslan later, then moved both of his hands making

squeezing movement.

“Hih! Mas Aslan!” pissed Kiran, woke up and she

it's been teased all out.

And Kiran shrieked even more, When Aslan was without a stale ado

directly carrying. Bringing Kiran back to their own room.

“Turunin Mas, embarrassed if anyone sees,” says

Kiran, though, hung her hands around her husband's neck, was afraid

fall over.

“What a shame, we are married. If not

getting married continues to hold sly like this new shame,” replied Aslan who did not

wanna lose.

Talking to Kiran, he should be even better

be blessed.

At their doorstep, Kiran is on duty

open the door, then close it tightly.

“You what?” ask Kiran, when she gets there

and Aslan hasn't yet lowered himself.

“MB. Shower Together,” reply Aslan, without waiting

the wife's reply or consent, Aslan quickly kissed Kiran's lips,

keep walking towards the bathroom.

In that bathroom, not the sound of water gurgling

that was heard, but the sound of moaning and sighing of the two, who were mutual

understated.

***

Days passed, and I don't know how long it's been for Alfath

not calling Dinda.

During that time, Dinda spent a lot of time

to make myself happy.

Travel wherever he wants, eat whatever he wants

he likes, even every day he will find Akbar to play the playground.

his thoughts on the Alfath. But at night, the miss came back

nesting.

Can't lie to yourself, Dinda's heart still

as soon as I expected Alfath to come, I went back to see him and came back

repair their relationship.

Like tonight.

Until midnight, Dinda still can't

closed his eyes.

Sometimes he smiled bitterly, remembering his fate

which became like this. It is certain, if soon he will be holding

status as a widow.

Bad thoughts begin to haunt me,

imagine if maybe across there Alfath has found a heart patch

new ones.

That's why he easily left.

“We'll be fine dear, mama make sure of it,”

said Dinda, talking to Akbar who had fallen asleep.

Even the room lamp was dimmed.

Tonight, Dinda decided to sleep in the room

Akbar, sleeping in his own room makes him always remember the figure of the

husband.

Remembering when they shared the sweat on the bed

that's.

Again, Dinda breathed heavily.

“Mbak Dinda, why haven't you slept?” ask Asih, please,

akbar's nanny was in that room anyway.

Dinda did not answer, she was only able to

bitterly smiling.

Asih does not not not know, if his employer is sure

thinking about the husband. But Asih really could not bear to see it.

Asih got up from his sleep and approached Dinda.

“I make tea yes Mbak,” Tawasih and Dinda

shake.

“No need, I'll grab a drink myself,”

dinda replied finally, and Asih finally could only nod.

At that moment, Dinda got up from the chair next door

akbar's bed and out of the room.

Walk in the kitchen.

Some of the lights in the house were turned off, but

indeed Dinda did not intend to turn the lights back on

that, he even felt comfortable walking in the middle of the dim lights.

Arriving in the kitchen, Dinda immediately poured a glass of water

white in a glass. To the full even almost spilled because he daydreamed.

Even Dinda to the point of realizing

that behavior.

Dinda, sip water in the glass to the toilet.

I don't know, his throat's dry or his heart's

which is barren.

He needed a lot of water for his body.

After the water ran out, Dinda did not return.

He opened the refrigerator and looked at the contents. Some of the favorites of the Alfath

still neatly arranged there. Dinda did deliberately keep that, hoping for a moment

alfath returned her husband would eat it to the end.

But again, Dinda could only smile bitterly.

Take one apple, then eat it, try

enjoying it even though it feels so bland.

With a faster pace, Dinda decided

to go back to the child's room. Trying to bury all those hopes

this is too high.

“If Alfath can do it, you should too

Din,” said Dinda to herself.

“Bismilah, from now on you should forget about mas

alfath,” again, Dinda said to herself, as she continued to chew the apple and continued

walk to the child's room.

But how surprised Dinda, when the wrist

his hands were blocked by someone so rudely,

Dinda screamed, and then quickly the man

smothering Dinda's mouth.

And instantly Kkedra netra Dinda balled, kala

seeing that man was her own husband, Alfath.

Mas Alfath's. Batin Dinda gamang's.