Being a Married Husband Himself
chapter 7

"Good idea is ma'am, must be comfortable living in Dara's house. Big and nice. I can bring my friends to play at home later.

Why not now, Mom?

Tomorrow." said Vita excited.

"It's night, tomorrow.

I'm still tired of clean clean up.

Tomorrow you do not need to go to school, at nine o'clock in the morning we go to Dara's house, all with your parents, let Dara not fight much." said Ms. Emi with a big smile, imagining she would stay at Dara's house.

"Sir, mother's hunch is not good, is it better to let your sister sleep here, let you have something cool?" Ms. Rohimah expressed her anxiety, since there was an unpleasant feeling that continued to disturb her heart.

"May Ma'am, as long as Bagas doesn't mind. Anyway if Bagas stays here I'll have friends."

"Yes, I'm going home. Poor yourfather. Later let me ask Bagas to sleep here. And tomorrow morning after mom cooks, mom comes to your house again, take care of Hilya. Mom became excited, had a new activity keep the grandchildren, you know, the mother was very cool. Your son is a pinter, not fussy and funny.

If he doesn't****, I'm sure I've brought him home, let's sleep with your mom and dad." Ms. Rohimah looked at her granddaughter money in deep sleep.

"Mom can come here every day.

Thank you, Mom, for taking care of Hilya. Sorry if Dara's bothering me."

"What about you, nduk!

Nothing is bothered. Mother is very happy, can be with grandchildren every day.

Yasudah mother went home first yes, let Bagas who will replace your cement."

"Damnit, buk. Matursumoon!

Heart of hearts, it's night."

"Yes, yes!

Duh mother like a little child, wong Deket's house there anyway. Yowes mom home. Asalamualaikum!" pamit Bu Rohimah and disappeared in the dark of the night.

Not long ago, Bagas had come at his brother's house.

"Sir mother, I was asked to accompany Dara."

"Yes, you sleep here, deck.

This part of the house is big, a little horrified to live alone."

"Yes, Bagas will accompany Mbak Dara.

It's night, don't you sleep?"

"So I'm still waiting for you, now you're here.

Mbak want to sleep first yes, tomorrow there has begun to be pesenan, quite heck.

If you are hungry, there is food in the kitchen and snacks in the refrigerator, take whatever you want. You go to sleep first, right?"

"Yes, mom. Thanks though.

Bagas also wants to sleep, already sleepy."

"Oh yasudah, you can sleep in the room next to Hilya. I cleaned it already.

Have you locked the same fence at the front door?"

"It's mbak!" answer Bagas briefly and go inside his room.

Dara enjoys her time without Haris. For some reason, there was no feeling of sadness let alone loss. His heart felt comfortable and comfortable. No more scathing mouth insulting him.

Dara can sleep well and eat well without the burden of mind that makes her chest tight.

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Early in the morning Dara was awake, fulfilling the obligations of two rakaats. Hilya was still asleep after drinking breast milk from her mother.

Dara started breakfast, and continued by making pesenan some cakes from neighbors and also his best friend.

For a while, Dara will work on her own, because the order is not so much, Dara can still handle it.

Deftly, Dara bathed her little daughter, feeding her with baby porridge.

"Asalamualaikum. Grandma's granddaughter is already fragrant, so beautiful again." Ms. Hananiah kissed her grandson's cheeks full of love.

"Have you had breakfast, nduk?"

"Already, Mom. Hanum just took a shower. The nitip open. Maybe later, Dara later took a shower."

"You make cookies?

Is there something pesen?"

"Yes, Mom. Thank God, there is something bad.

There are twenty cake pens.

It's got ten jars. There are ten more.

Dara is already sultry, want to take a shower first." said Dara with a radiant face. Dara was a hobby of cooking. Process any food and make cookies wet too.

"Thank God, nduk!

Bismillah yes, hopefully this will be your windfall with Hilya. Aamiin." replied Bu Hanna staring at the daughter pity. Didn't know the house had to end. But for the good of her child and grandchildren, Ms. Hanna strives to continue to provide support and encouragement. Because Haris is not a good husband so it is worth leaving.

When Dara was still busy with her cake, and Bu Hana was accompanying Hilya to play in the middle room. The sound of a woman entering the house without greeting.

"Become, get out of you. You brash son-in-law.

It could be her own husband being kicked out." shouted Bu Emi who made Bu Hanna come out with a face that did not like the iron, while Dara who was shocked by the voice of her mother-in-law's curse, which made her mother-in-law, immediately left his job and ran towards the front, which turned out to be his mother who was holding Hilya with a reddened face.

"So your mouth, Miss Emi.

If your name is polite, say hello and sit down and speak well with your purpose of coming to my son's house. Not shouting kayak in the forest alone." said Bu Hanna with a huffed face.

Basic Bu Emi who does not have manners, without being invited to sit arrogantly on a soft sofa owned by Dara.

"Help, you son of a bitch who doesn't know Toto kromo. He could have kicked Haris out of his house. So women are really cruel, like not having a heart." murmured Ms Emi with her cynical face.

"Heh, Miss Emi. Before I say it and think about it first. This is my home, not Haris's. It's good to say Haris' house. When he bought this house, all the contents of this house, my husband bought it for Dara. Think it's using the brain, don't be the same. Don't know how to be embarrassed!" rebut Bu Hanna with sharp eyes glared, his emotions really can not be contained. Facing a greedy woman like his iron, must be with more courage and arrogance, so as not to be trampled at will.

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don't forget to stop by my other work.

#Pressure From Ex-Husband (Lat)

#Love in the bonds of Destiny (ongoing)

#Scoffs of Eve (ongoing)

#Love my husband to another woman (ongoing)

#Strong Arumi (ongoing)

#Second woman (Finished)

#False love is wrong (Lone)

#Love wrapped in Lust (ongoing )

New works :

#Because my son's legacy died at my hands

#My dad prefers other women

#When Love Should Choose

#Being My Own Husband's Mick

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