After Marriage
CHAPTER 173 - Shame

Widya continues to pull Kiran out of the child's room. Even after getting out of there, Widya still pulled her best friend out of the house.

Stop, at the park next to the family room.

"Mbak Wid, let me go, it's Alana if they continue to be guaranteed what they can be," Kiran said, ambiguous and dusty. He even went back to the child's room. But Widya quickly blocked his hand.

"Ran, be patient, they're married, it's natural to do that. Although Alana has not been very understanding about it, but what about the Altar? he must also be tormented Ran," Widya argued, no less bully him.

The problem now is not only Alana, but also the Altar. However, Widya already understands if her son is already pubescent.

Already had a desire that made him tormented.

"Ran, I beg you. Let them take care of the problem ourselves, we don't interfere anymore. I think they also have their own plans for the future of their household," explained Widya, now she said so quietly. Hope Kiran will understand.

That either Alana or Altar, it is impossible to be rash in determining a decision. Moreover, about the children between their marriages who are considered very young.

Slowly, Kiran pulled and exhaled her breath slowly. Trying to accept all the words of the besan.

"I'm sorry, but I'm overreacting with both of them. I just feel anxious."

"Yes, I know," Widya replied, quickly.

From busy itself. They both forget to have a husband.

Currently Aslan and Agung are in the kitchen, complete with their two sons Altar and Aydan.

They sat together at the table, ate a few snacks and drank a glass of fruit juice.

At this dining table, the men did not talk about the Altar. Except Aydan.

"Aydan, you know a father's friend whose name is Arick. She has two daughters, twins. Her names are Anja and Jani. I think one of them will suit you" Aslan said, making everyone look up to him.

Especially Aydan.

This adult man who has a beautiful face does know Arick. His two children are named Anja and Jani.

At his college, Anja and Jani are Aydan's level older siblings. They know each other, but they are not close.

Not even the men dared to approach Anja and Jani. Because the two beautiful women are protected by the brother who is famous for his cold and scary attitude, Zayn.

"When do we go to Arick's house? you want not?" asked Aslan again, when he saw his son just fell silent and did not respond to anything.

"I've known them Well, there's no need to match-make us up" Aydan replied.

And hearing that, Aslan smiled even more enthusiastically.

"really? so you're close with Anja and Jani? don't be two-by-two Ay, just pick one" Aslan replied again.

A sentence that can make Agung chuckle. So remember the past when Aslan had two wives, Maya and Kiran.

"Yes Aydan, if any of them interest you, just set your heart, don't worry anymore." Grand, finally open the sound.

While the Altar, just listening, repeatedly looked towards the kitchen.

Looking for the existence of the wife who never appeared.

"Yes, I know them. But haven't thought that far. Anja and Jani are also being preoccupied with their apprenticeship" Aydan replied.

Aslan and Agung nodded their heads.

The four of them continued to chat, not realizing that Kiran and Widya were approaching.

"Al, go to the room, call Alaba to eat," Widya's mother told the child, Altar.

"Ready Ma'am!" replied the Altar obediently and so enthusiastically.

Basic newlyweds. Inner Aydan, he even slightly throttled when batting it.

Ever since Alana and Altar got married, her life has not calmed down. Every day, his parents asked him to get married.

No need to wait to graduate from college.

Given that, Aydan was only able to pull and exhale slowly.

And the altar rushed to his own room, where his wife was.

Without knocking on the door, the Altar went straight in. Alana who was tidying her own clothes looked up, seeing who was coming.

The two of them were both smiling, when their gazes met.

"Why so long? I thought that Wid's mother and Kiran's mother were helping you" said the Altar, as she walked up to Alana who was standing right in front of the wardrobe.

"At first, he did help, but after that Kiran's mother even cried, continued my interrogation, even though this was not finished," replied Alana, as it is.

Both of his mothers suddenly left after he finished telling the story.

"Interrogation?" repeat Altar, curious about that one word. Wanting to know both of her mothers interrogate Alana about what.

Looking at her, Alana nodded her head slowly.

"Yes, the interrogation, the questioning of us" Alana replied, now she began to smile again.

especially when remembered, the intimate touch that repeatedly Altar gave this week.

"Anything about us?" Altar, parroting.

"About us how?" again, the more curious. A little bit of a worry, if what Alana means is about an intimate relationship between them.

"Yes about us. Kiran's mother asked if we had kissed or not. Then I asked why I asked her that question, Wid's mom said they just wanted to make sure we loved each other or not. Because if you are not in love, usually we do not want to be touched by a partner," replied Alana, and the altar is still faithfully silent, faithfully waiting for the wife to continue her story.

"Well, I'll answer if we love each other. The proof, we often kiss mersa, bersepukan, even you often play my chest."

Astagfirulahalazim! inner Altar, really surprised. The altar could not even speak anymore.

The altar then chose to sit on the side of the bed, suddenly his legs felt so weak to stand.

The altar was so embarrassed, it felt like it had no face left to meet its two mothers.

Imagining both of his mothers imagining him playing Alana's chest.

Argh!! The altar really wanted to scream, but as hard as it could, it held on.

"Why you?" ask Alana, confused.

She closed the closet and approached her husband. Sit next to the altar.

"Mas why?" ask Alana again.

"There's nothing dear, I'm just very happy, now Kiran's mother and Wid's mother know that we love each other" replied the Altar, who did not want to blame his wife.

Looking at him, Alana was smiling widely.

Instantly, the tremors in his heart just disappeared. Altar, even to smile too.

"Let's go out, everyone is waiting," asked the Altar gently as she stroked one of the cheeks of the wife fondly.

And Alana, nod her head.