Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 122

The theme for lunch today is a healthy menu. Nila ordered it through an online application. Although indeed every day served to Fatan was a healthy menu, but the presence of Nila became more special for Fatan. Because usually Fatan more often eat alone in the room, if there is no meeting outside the office with clients just after lunch.

Nila approached her husband. She was standing right next to her husband.

"Mas, it's a break. Lunch is yuk!" invite Nila then change position to sit on the lap of Fatan. His hand did not stay still, he deliberately draped spoiled to Fatan's neck with a seductive look.

While Fatan was getting that treatment, flinched in shock. How could a Nila whom he knew be calm, suddenly become a 'rogue' woman in front of him? Did Nila no longer hesitate to act spoiled to her husband? During this time Fatan who always 'requires' when going to have a husband and wife relationship. Or maybe Nila is afraid to be tempted by a woman who is more 'rogue' to the husband?

Fatan tried to be calm, glancing his eyes at the time hint that was coiling up on his wrist. I don't know, a Fatan's desire is like darting up. He stared into the eyes of both wives. "When I eat you how?" He returned an unexpected mischievous look.

"Maas ...." Nila rounded her eyes, while both of Fatan's hands coiled around her waist purposely snapped until there was almost no distance between them.

"Who told you to sit in this position? What if I can't stand it?" scatter Fatan while raising both of his eyebrows, and suddenly pinning Nila's nose with his fingers.

"Mas, geez!" pekik Nila was in pain. Because it was too anxious, his nose looked red as Fatan removed his clasp. "Bad hell, sick tofu!" lamented Nila, her eyes were bead until glazed.

"I'm sorry, who told you to go fishing!" tukas Fatan then give a kiss repeatedly throughout the area of Nila's face.

"Yes yuk, eat ... I'm the same with deede. If I eat first you can run out," invite Nila pampered while moving from her position.

Fatan was also chuckling amusedly. "When you get another message, darling ...."

"Ih ... Let's have lunch first ...." Nila put on a pouting face.

"Yes, yes, yes." Fatan finally wanted to obey the will of his wife. The man then got up from his seat of greatness, and walked by the coming drawn by Nila.

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It does not feel soon when the clock home office will arrive. Nila got off the couch and went to the toilet.

"Where are you going?" ask Fatan who just finished his work.

"To the toilet, Mas," replied Nila stopped her steps and turned to her husband.

"Oh yes, I want to go to the marketing department for a while yes," said Fatan, then Nila nodded her head.

Fatan came out of the room and Nila went to the toilet to get ready.

A few minutes later, Nila came out of the toilet. But he has not seen Fatan back. While the laptop is still on and another minute it's time to go home.

"Mas Fatan is still a long time? The laptop is still on. I turned it off once, yes. Let me see first," he murmured and walked up to the husband's desk and sat on the oversized chair.

When looking at the work desk that is still not neat, Nila also cleaned it first. Then suddenly an incoming email appeared on Fatan's laptop screen. Nila accidentally read it. But seeing a glimpse of the contents of the message is personal, then because of curiosity Nila opened it.

Dear Fatan, please,

How come my message is not answered? Can you ask for your mobile number, right? Let's get some news and be as close as ever. Don't forget to reply to this message.

Regards,

"Message? Has he ever sent a message to Fatan? But he said not reciprocated, is it possible that Fatan did not respond to him? I kept his email address. Who knows what to do." Nila hurried to do her intention, but since the message had already been read, she finally chose to delete it.

At first glance Nila felt jealous and wondered. Who's Ocha? Is he Fatan's past?

However, the woman basically does not just accept negative things without direct confirmation from the recipient. As a result Nila tried to be ordinary, and still think positive.

Shortly after, Fatan walked into the room and saw Nila sitting in her chair. Nila smiled sweetly in front of her husband.

"Are you done, honey?" ask Fatan.

"Udah, Mom. Want to go home now?" nila answered and asked back.

"Okay, we're going home now. But my laptop hasn't been turned off. Can you ask for help, honey?" pinta Fatan's. The man did not suspect Nila at all. While Nila nodded excitedly.

After everything was tidy, the two of them walked out of the room. Nila always looks happy, he tried to forget about it and was reluctant to ask Fatan before Fatan himself told the story.

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Arriving home, they cross paths with Lalisa who also just got off the car.

"Where's the mother?" tanya Nila, walked over to her mother-in-law.

"So I finished my aunt's shopping to the supermarket. There is food that has run out. Yep. Mother bosen at home continue, so just follow me." Lalisa kekeh ticklish. Indeed, when viewed from the look of his face at this time he looks fresher. It was late afternoon and not shower yet.

"Oh yeah, Bun. I think Mother from the salon, it looks like a lot, '" praised Nila.

The two women walked in front of Fatan. Indeed, if his wife is the same mother, he sometimes seems forgotten. Especially if the conversation is very exciting, Fatan is ready to become a statue.

"Huh! Mother was very sleepy but could not sleep. Good thing the aunt came, yes all refreshing! Come along Mother shopping together again yes. Good thing if your content is thirty-six weeks and above," said Lalisa.

"Why Bun? It's still a few weeks away!" nila Sahut.

"When the third trimester, you have to move a lot. Walking, pregnant gymnastics, same ... " Lalisa brought her face closer to Nila's ear. "Often your husband is talking to you" he said, but his voice was deliberately hardened because there was a Fatan behind Nila.

Hearing Lalisa talk like that, Nila laughed. "Should it be, Bun?"

"Must!" lalisa firmly glanced sharply at Fatan.

"Obviously Bun saw it. Fatan also knew," timpal Fatan then rolled lazily his eyeballs.

"Good! You take a shower and rest first. After dinner, do not leave his room. It's not good to eat too late at night!" lalisa said then passed from facing the child and his daughter-in-law.

Nila glanced at Fatan. "What are Mas's hell?"

Hearing that question, Fatan immediately patted his forehead. She thought Nila knew what 'ditengokin' meant like what her mother said earlier, but it turned out ... Not understand.