Berlianku My wife
216. Lessons from Alya

The sun is starting to fade. The sky began to grim, the big house was again deserted, each resident settled in his room.

No exception married couples who are waiting for their baby, hoping to grow healthy and be born into the world safely.

Ardi with an annoyed face mixed with longing, sitting cross-legged on the bed waiting for his wife. Ardi had been bathing, praying and waiting, but his wife did not go up.

"Hey..." Alya opened the room door. Her husband was waiting for her. Then Alya, enter the room carefully.

The pregnant woman knew that her husband was in the position of fashion on and her horns began to nongol.

"I'm sorry, old Lian did go over it?"

"Hemm" Ardi did not flinch.

"My husband baby? Lian bawain segeran! Eat it up" said Alya carefully, while putting a box of fruit salad and mango juice on a relaxing table in front of the bed, where they worship beautifully and exercise at night.

"Tumben called you dear?" answer Ardi jutek mode.

"Lhoh, Lian is very affectionate with Lian's handsome husband" continued Lian again practicing teasing her husband.

"Hmm" Ardi cleared his throat again not answering.

Actually Ardi blushed embarrassed, but if he showed, his wife could run, and Ardi failed to teach his wife a lesson. So Ardi has to keep the image.

"Kok hmm, actually Mas, Lian love Mas" said Lian again while opening her hijab and long clothes. Now Alya only wears a tangtop and leggings pants.

Then Alya stood in front of the dressing table. Tidying his hair and left to be diluted, as compensation for a day has been smothered and closed.

Really, despite not having a bath, Alya is very sexy and seductive. Actually it was a beautiful sight that teased imron Ardi after a few days of abandonment.

It felt like Ardi wanted to get up and immediately hug his wife, but he was angry again. Cancel later scolded Alya that Ardi was lulled. Ardi simply swallowed his own saliva and endured the patience.

"So quiet, huh?" tanya Alya began to be afraid because Ardi was not as usual easily destroyed.

"Oh yes, I don't use a stick anymore? Is it healed, huh? Thank God, Lian looked at him. Oh yeah last night how's the story, dong's story!"alya continued again even though Ardi was silent.

This time Alya was very chatty, trying with all her soul, unyielding to make her husband recover from his anger. But Ardi kept quiet watching him.

Alya fell silent, bowing her head feeling like a failure, she spoke to herself like a radio.

Actually from earlier Ardi also struggled to resist his desires, seeing Alya's lips that komat kamit chatty, it felt like wanting to finish him, devouring deliciously with his lips.

But if Ardi loses, Alya will always ngeyel. Though before Lila was arrested according to Ardi they were still in danger. So Ardi survives with his on_ mode.

"Sit here!" said Ardi finally patted the mattress in front of him.

"Yes" Alya answered, and sat down on the bed near Ardi.

"Who allowed you to use that junk motorbike?" ask Ardi fashion ferociously.

"The bag is Mang Adi's bike, it's still nice and comfortable, not trash" Alya interjected.

"Jawab Mas's question and don't argue!"

"Ehm" Alya cleared her head.

"Jawab, who let you ride the bike?"

"Sorry Lian Mas. Lian really had to"

"You want to quit your internship or you want to break up?" ask Ardi again.

"Dengerin Mas" Alya answered.

"Burn that bike!"

"Huh? A burn? A maas?" alya replied feeling her husband was acting cruel and hoping to change his mind.

"Yes, the bike was for Mas ngeyel's wife"

"Lian apologized Mas, Fitri had not arrived this morning, Lian was late, so Lian was forced to borrow a motorbike. Kasian Mang Adi's? Please don't burn!"

"Call Fitri get him into the study!" said Ardi firmly did not press Alya's request. Ardi's ears itch to hear Alya's reason.

"Maaas, Lian apologize, give the punishment to Lian. Don't go to them, Dad! Don't burn Mang Adi's motorbike" said Alya again asking for her husband's forgiveness so that Alya's actions do not harm others.

But how could Ardi possibly punish Alya. Seeing Alya moody, cybeberut, silent or sad alone can immediately break Ardi's heart.

"Yes, it's your punishment. Stop going out of work!" ardi replied, making a choice.

"Maas" should have expected the mercy of her husband.

"Count 3 backwards. Call Fitri and Mang Adi or start your resignation tomorrow morning!" ardi urged Alya's choice.

Alya silently lowered his head, this time Ardi was not as easy as he usually left. Alya can not choose, Alya nature is too flavorful, do not have the heart to burn Mang Adi's motor. But out of work also can not.

Finally Alya lost his mind to answer and defend himself. Alya lowered her gaze and finally her tears came out.

Ardi who had been holding back his desire to see his wife crying his defense broke down. Ardi's weakness is Alya, how can he see Alya crying sadly.

"Aish don't cry" decak Ardi.

Ardi hugged Alya tightly.

"Hiks hiks, sorry Lian Mas, sorry, Mba Fitri was not home this morning, he was licensed, Lian was late, Lian who maksa Mang Adi minjamin motor" alya said in her husband's arms.

Ardi did not reply, but Ardi let go of his wound, reaching for Alya's nape. Kissing Alya's tiny lips with hi*a* her soft and warm pans. Alya stopped crying and enjoyed the movements of her husband's tongue.

After Ardi's emotions subsided, his desire was channeled. And Alya began to have difficulty breathing, Ardi took it off and re-hugged Alya.

"Mas worried darling, remember you are pregnant again, if on the road why-why how? Mas can be crazy to imagine it" said Ardi softly.

"Sorry Lian, but now that Lian has returned Mas, Lian is healthy, Lian is safe. Don't punish them, sorry"

"Ck" Ardi clucked Alya still did not understand.

"Listen Mas! You're the one who told me someone would want to harm Mas?" ask Ardi intensely.

"Yes!" alya replied.

"You know, right? Mas, Farid, Anya your friend and Mr Arlan almost got fucked?"

"Lian tau Mas"

"Mas survived because Mr. Arlan helped Alloh find mountains of sand, not ravines not rivers, not housing. Can you imagine if the side of the road is a ravine?"

"Yes Mas Lian is sorry"

"And you know what that means?" ask Ardi again

Alya just silently bowed her eyes from Ardi's gaze.

"They have no mercy, dear! When they damaged Papah's car, they didn't think about how many people, even our deaths they wanted" Ardi told Alya.

Alya silently listened.

"And if they alone have no mercy to the lives of Farid and Anya who know nothing, let alone to you, Mas's wife. They can hurt our family anytime. They're not human. They don't have the same taste as you think? Understood?"

"Yes Mas"

"Keep if you're careless how is this? Bener? Heh?"

"Sorry, Lian was wrong"

"Mas not angry with you Honey, I don't want to lose you, I can't live without you?"

"Yes, Lian promised, Lian won't repeat. The problem was not there this morning Fitri"

"Ck. Arlan how the hell nyari employees work not becus" decak Ardi upset.

"Yes, you took a shower!" Ardi's orders.

"Yes"

"Well, tonight you owe me a lot of money"

"Yes"

"Yes, I want to find Fitri"

"Will I have him?"

"The Emperor!"

"Lian can't come?"

"No!"

"Mas don't be mad at him, Kasian, maybe he needs to be with his family Mas"

"Haiish" hiss Ardi was anxious for his wife and wanted to nguwel-uwel. Why his wife is always messianic to people when people are wrong.

"Yes Sorry!" alya answered again not tired of saying sorry.

"This is your weakness. Always the kasian kasian continues to be the same person. Nope! You stay here and that's beautiful for me!"

"Yes"

No matter what time it was before the magrib, Ardi walked out of the room, calling the butler calling Fitri to his study.

****

"Mas Ardi, if angry turns out serem" Alya's inner self in the bathroom.

"Mas Ardi was right, which means I have to take the photo to Mas Ardi"

"TB? What is Mba Fitri? Mba Fitri has a big bike. Mba Fitri looks calm and good, it doesn't seem"

Throughout flushing her body and rubbing her body with soap, Alya continued to think about the photo of her who was doodled.

****

Ardi sat straight in his study. Ardi massaged his temple waiting for Fitri to come. Not 10 minutes of Fitri coming. Not yet Ardi talk, Fitri is already dry with his face down.

"Sit down!" ardi's orders are cold.

"Good Sir"

"Do you know why I called you here?" ask Ardi fashion ferociously.

Fitri looked down, she knew she was wrong. But he looked scared as he answered.

"How much severance do you want?" tanya Ardi was subtle but straight sharp to the base.

"Sorry sir, what do you mean I will be fired? I don't want a severance, I want to work. Please don't fire me, sir" Fitri replied with teary eyes.

"What's the reason I didn't fire you? You think you're doing your job right?"

"Pak Arlan said Mr. at the hospital, Mrs Alya was waiting too, so I am looking forward to the holiday. I did not know that Non Alya was already actively working. I, really do not know and intentionally Sir. Please forgive me"

"Ck. You're still wrong!"

"My uncle is sick, sir. So I went to see him, please forgive me Sir. Don't fire me, I promise I'll always be ready to look after Mrs Alya, sir!"

"Can you be trusted?"

"Yes sir, I promise" Fitri replied cupping her hands and pleading.

Then Ardi silently looked at Fitri's face and thought about what Fitri could be dipeecaya?