Childfree
Chapter 5

Tak .. yes ... Tak

Dilla set her foot in the house, when she parked her car in the garage earlier, did not look her husband's car there, it can be ascertained if her husband is not home.

Bruck

he directly sat his butt on the sofa, using his left leg as a pedestal on his right leg. He simply threw his bag beside him, after he reached into his cell phone from inside. "Mbak, bawain drank dong," he yelled at his housekeeper.

"Yes, No."

Directly heard a voice from behind, while waiting for the drink to come, he also prefers to play his phone. The first social media site I visited was Instagram.

His lips immediately curved into a smile when he saw the many likes he got after uploading his photo this morning, of course accompanied by the number of comments that entered as well.

Dilla's thumbs outstretched to scroll the comment column, where she found a lot of posts uploaded.

'Wah .. so beautiful'

'You dong tukeran same face Mbaknya'

'It's a real baby face'

'The body is very dream, Mbak😭'

Such is the row of comments he got, indeed the usual thing he got after uploading his photo on his social media, making him no longer surprised.

Suddenly the housekeeper came with a cold drink and also some snacks placed on the tray, the woman immediately served it on the table. "This, Non."

Dilla was smiling. "Thank you, Ma'am." He put his phone just like that and immediately grabbed the cold drink before then immediately downing it continuously until it was only half left.

"God ...." Dilla put the rest of her drink back on the table.

This is how he does when he is not working, enjoying his life alone when the husband still has to struggle with his own work.

It is a little difficult to find loose time for husbands who are still loyal to maintain their respective career levels.

Maybe this is what makes many women have to abort their dreams in a career that has long been persevered when they have married. This way the women will be more focused on family life such as taking care of the household and taking care of children.

There is nothing wrong with the decision, after all everyone does have their own choices, including in this case.

But according to him, it would be nice if women do not really depend on their husbands in all aspects of life. At least the housewife should have a handle to her own life.

Of course Dilla concluded this for a variety of reasons. Like because there is no guarantee that the household will last forever, the household is like a mystery box, which means that no one knows how to fill it.

However, there are certainly two most likely surprises obtained in the marriage bond. First, a marriage that is intact until old age, or even the second, which is a marriage that can be said to fail and requires having to separate. Either it's a farewell because of the third person or because of something else.

Whatever it is, at least fortify yourself with enough arguments. Unite yourself, and do not wait in the wailing of others.

Brumm .

There was the sound of the roar of cars out there, at once Dilla's lips immediately curved into a smile. It can be ascertained it is the car belongs to her husband, because she herself has memorized correctly how it sounds.

"Dear." Bagas himself also accelerated his footsteps, not to forget he also spread his hands.

Bukkka ....

Bagas took Dilla into his arms, he had been longing for the wife's soothing body odor for him all day.

Not to be outdone by the Husband, Dilla also memeperat his embrace. "Why come home late?" ask her without any intention to let go of her embrace.

"I'm sorry, yes .. there was additional work, so yes I have to do," Bagas replied as he peeked at the top of the wife's head, before then he pulled away and made his second embrace end.

"Yes, already. Come on, come in." Dilla immediately pulled the hand of her husband, after he took over her husband's briefcase and then carried it.

Czechs ....

Dilla let go of her hand when she reached the room, she immediately stepped into the small table where her husband kept the bag.

While Bagas himself directly walked to the sofa and immediately removed the shoes that had been in his hands all day.

"Mahhh ...." He leaned his body against the back of the sofa while pulling his tie that had been tied around his neck all day. "totally tape,"

"Do you want me to flirt?" tawar Dilla who then directly walked towards her husband.

Bagas also smiled at the offer from the wife, not forgetting his head that quickly nodded faintly. "Can."

This is the time for Dilla to switch modes to be a good wife for her husband. Although actually he himself is not good at doing this, at least there are good intentions that he did for the husband.

His fingers moved on the shoulder of the husband, somehow the sense of massage that made Bagas closed both eyes, and, either because you enjoy the massage given by the wife or even endure the pain of this unnatural massage.

Five minutes passed, Bagas pulled the wife's hand slowly, making the massage stop. "Thank you, yeah."

Dilla smiled at him, pulled into her two hands and turned her steps towards the bathroom. "I'm ready for a warm bath, okay?"

"Yes,"

Bagas also noticed his wife's body moving away from him, before disappearing behind the bathroom door. He also immediately released the tie that he had loosened, not to forget also with the belt that already felt stifling.

While in the bathroom, Dilla filled the bath with warm water, not to forget also with droplets of aromatheraphy that calm.

After making sure the water was almost full, he was quickly out of the bathroom, not to come out his footsteps stopped when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He immediately stepped closer to the mirror and immediately leaned his body.

"My skin's really dry, huh?" muttered.

A few moments later Dilla came out of the bathroom, she spread her eyes throughout the room, but she did not find her husband in the room.

Faintly listening to the voice of someone who was telephoning, Dilla immediately sharpened her exploding following the direction of the source of the sound that finally brought her to the balcony of her room.

"Yes I promise, you're patient dong," Bagas told someone across the street.

Dilla frowned hearing her husband who seemed to be trying to suppress his voice so as not to be heard more. "Mass?"