Don't Blame Me for Taking Your Wife
chapter 51

Roxy is faced with two difficult life choices. His love for Ayla and the faith that accompanies him from birth to this lifetime.

"Mr Roxy?"

Roxy looked towards the woman who mentioned her name. Then smile at the face that had been bothering him all this time.

"Your coffee."

"I told you to call me Roxy, or Dady. Why are you so stubborn?"

Ayla smiled a little.

"Ayla, marry me."

Ayla was silent for a moment, she knew the proposal was no joke.

"I'm..."

"Say the terms you apply for this application to be accepted."

"Sorry Mr. Roxy..."

"Daddy!"

Ayla gave a small smile hearing Roxy always corrects the way she called.

"Sorry Daddy... I can't take it."

"Why? Because our God is different?"

Ayla nodded faintly. "Sorry..."

Silent for a moment, Ayla decided to leave Roxy's room.

"I'll be gone tomorrow. Maybe for a long time."

Ayla's steps were held back for a moment. "Be careful. I wish you all the best."

"Come with me, Ayla."

"I'm a nobody, Daddy." Ayla said then continued her steps out of Roxy's room.

"You... Which shakes my heart... This terrible... How can you turn into a nobody?"roxy murmur.

The next day, Roxy works as usual, meeting with some of her clients to settle matters here before she leaves. Of course as long as he left, Roxy entrusted the affairs in Indonesia to Veloz.

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Roxy sighed, after nearly two hours spent in her study. Then, he walked out of there. Given tomorrow he has to go on business to Russia, in a long time. If Ayla wanted to, she wanted to bring along. But, the woman was too strong to hold on to what she believed.

Once, twice, Roxy knocked on the door. But there was no confirmation or the door was open. With all her courage, Roxy pushed the door open.

Roxy looked at every corner of the room. There was only Uwais sleeping there. Where's Ayla why didn't she show up?

Roxy walked over to the bed. Looking at Uwais's innocent and adorable deep face, Roxy reviews the smile. That's what he'll miss.

Roxy kissed softly on Uwais' forehead. "Tomorrow Daddy has to go, there's a problem Daddy has to solve there. Somewhere far away and maybe we won't see each other in a long time. Don't forget Daddy."

Chequek.

The sound of the bathroom door opening. Roxy threw a glance over there. In the bathroom doorway, a surprised Ayla looked there. Wearing long-sleeved pajamas, and black hair that unraveled forward. Real beautiful.

Ayla gasped to see Roxy was in her room this late. Quickly, Ayla closed the bathroom door again. Then lean on that thing. Set his heart rate to pounding violently. His whole nerves don't work as they should. Until his body became very weak.

"What's he doing here? She saw? Astaghfirullah, I'm not even wearing my hijab." Ayla covered her face with both hands.

"Take it easy on yourself Ayla. Calm yourself." Ayla murmured to herself while touching her unreasonable chest.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of the door behind his back being knocked from the outside. Ayla sharpened her ears without opening the door.

"I'm sorry, I just came here to say goodbye to Uwais. Tomorrow I leave and I'm not sure if I can see him again or not." Roxy from behind the door.

Ayla chose to remain still without moving a bit. His heart is still irregular because.

"Tomorrow morning, please prepare my needs. Don't keep yourself in there too long. I'm leaving."

After Roxy said Ayla felt a little relieved. After a few minutes Ayla was still inside the bathroom. Finally he opened the door. Roxy wasn't there. Ayla walked up to the edge of the bedroom bed. Staring at Uwais who looks adorable with her sleeping position.

"I'm sorry mom, son." Lirih Ayla."Why is mom so weak? Wobbly, of course, at this time the mother is very shaky dear."

That morning, when Roxy was about to leave his home country for business. Of course, during these few days his mind kept being disturbed by all of Ayla's attitudes, and was reinforced with Supri's words.

Before, Roxy hadn't thought much about this kind of thing. In his brain it was just about doing business. And treat erection problems that bother him a little. After meeting Ayla, it was like finding a cure. But, again had to clash with the thing he and the woman believed.

That morning seemed quite quiet, Ayla painstakingly put on a Roxy tie. The turbulent feeling inside the man rose when he remembered the night before. Indeed, he hesitated, perhaps Ayla harbored a taste for him as well. The beautiful widow always seems flat, although sometimes the red hue can be seen Roxy in Ayla's face.

"I have to make sure, before I go, that I'm more sure of how she feels about me. I'm sure we can still get through this together. There must be a way out even though we have such a fundamental difference." Inner Roxy without removing her gaze from Ayla's face.

Roxy's hand rubbed Ayla's back. The widow did not respond to anything, remaining silent in the rigidity of completing her task.

Roxy emboldened herself to hug Ayla's waist, holding her back to get closer. While his other hand held the woman's nape. Ayla still did not respond to anything, even when Roxy's lips touched hers, Ayla just fell silent, even the eyes chose to close and the lips moved to welcome a small sigh from the bule man before her.

No longer fantasizing, Roxy really tasted Ayla's lips again. Only, this time, he got a welcome from the veiled lady in tune with her maid uniform.

Gayung together, the two tongues meet each other and caress. Roxy further held Ayla's back and nape closer. Giving Ayla a warmth that had been neglected.

Ayla's two hands are still holding the Roxy tie that she has finished fitting. Slowly his hands slightly shifted in the chest of the Roxy field. The widow of Alpha was above the clouds. Feel the aroma of coffee in each mouth cavity that adjusts. Until Ayla forgot if she had done the thing that her religion forbids.