Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 77 Chapter 7•
"Cock, dear amusements? Let's eat a lot, brother bribe huh?" ask Altar.
Aisha shakes. "So, Iis full, '" he refused.
Aisha sighed staring at the food she had cooked for so long. With a heavy heart Aisha took care of it, dropped it and she will give it to Mang Ujang to take it home aja, redundant if it is thrown away even though it has not been touched.
"Let me help you!" said Altar, helping his wife clean up.
"Thank you" said Aisha with a faint smile.
Altar nodded.
After he finished cleaning, the altar washed his hands and approached his wife.
"Honey, sorry," he whispered.
"It's okay, sister," replied Aisha. "I went to my room! You take Gea downstairs, kasian, let me arrange the stuff later." Aisha tried to hold back her tears.
The altar just nodded, before going off to kiss the Altar on the cheek of the wife and then smiled faintly.
Aisha simply sighed, running up the stairs towards her room.
Once she was in the room, Aisha locked the door.
His body was very tired, his hand was fit again cut onion follow scratched but maybe Altar did not see it.
"Must be patient ok? He also doesn't keep watching me 24 hours!" Aisha tried to encourage herself.
He started taking his notebook. Choose to study, focus on next week's final exams.
Feeling that she has mastered the lesson, Aisha keeps her books back, now she will compile her husband's cousin's belongings.
"Actually I don't want to, but there's no work, too, join in making me sick," he murmured.
Aisha goes into the guest room, she takes care of it, arranges Gea's clothes to clean the bed, and puts on the sheets.
About nearly two hours he was finally done, Gea's things were so rather numerous.
Unknowingly falling asleep on the couch, the effects of soy sauce.
On the other hand, where there is an Altar and Gea in the living room, playing games together, until you forget the time has shown at 15:14 WIB.
"Gue ride first!" the Altar said to put his cell phone on the nightstand.
Gea smiled cynically, he smelled Altar's phone that had not been turned off so it was automatically not locked.
The altar slowly opened the door of the guest room, seen his wife who fell asleep on the sofa, his hand still holding a broomstick.
The smiling altar approached his wife who was so worried during sleep.
"Beautiful" he said, lifting his wife's little body into the room.
Arriving in the room. Altar did not want to wake his wife, he would give her a few minutes and then wake her up for adzar prayers.
The altar ceaselessly looked at the spotless face that was in front of him, the beautiful woman who was able to knock out an Altar Calvin Geutama.
"I know how, lately you've been bedmood with your sister, sorry if you're a ngeselin," he said.
"He looked very tired," the Altar smiled, as he rubbed his wife's nose.
Because of the Altar, Aisha was disturbed and woke up.
Aisha looked up, straight up.
"Why?" ask the confused Altar.
Aisha just shook her head. "Sorry, I took a shower first!"
Aisha hastily picked up a pororo home shirt, and ran inside the bathroom.
"He why?" ask the confused Altar.
Altar also wake up, he intends this time to prepare a prayer tool for him and his wife.
When coolly having a mukena for Aisha, suddenly the sound of a cell phone is heard.
Altar glanced at the wife's phone, because it was not too visible message, finally Altar reached the phone and opened Aisha's phone.
"Who is he? The new number but from his last message is so friendly," muttered the Altar.
The altar glanced at the bathroom, hesitatingly squeezing the message.
From the first message made the Altar heat up, even he squeezed the phone firmly.
Aisha snatches her cell phone held by the Altar. "Why?" ask Aisha.
The hand of the altar he was clenched and looked at Aisha so angrily.
"Ka-k Al-tar," panicked Aisha retreated feeling scared by the gaze of the Altar.