FORCED CHEATING
117MEMORIES

Sofi saw the busyness of the servants as usual this afternoon. Feeling astonished to eat he called out to a servant who was passing by in front of him.

“Hey, what's up? Why are you so busy? As if there were important guests only.”

“True Mistress. The big master and the young master were on their way home with some of his business colleagues. We have to prepare a dinner banquet for them.” A servant who Sofi asked.

So the bewok and the old man are going home? Why so bad? Though I haven't got what I was looking for in the brewpub's room.

“Excuse me, Mistress. I'm back to back.” The waiter asked himself to open Sofi's mind.

Sofi was forced to go back to her room and undo her intention to visit her parents. Sofi was pacing back and forth in her room, she was looking for a way to not be worked out tonight by her husband because she suddenly remembered the message of her husband who before leaving asked her to prepare herself after he came home from out of town.

Hiyya!

Sofi shuddered in horror at her own making because she imagined her husband's brutal action in bed.

TUWIWIW.

TUWIWIW.

The sound of a cell phone from the top of the nightstand makes Sofi jump in shock because she is too busy with her own thoughts.

“Sial! I guess what sounds like!” Sofi swore to herself while reaching for her phone. “Ngapain the brewok called? Present, lest she would ask me to drink strong herbs ..” Sofi parno himself while looking at the screen of her phone where the photo of her husband is plastered there.

His phone continued to scream several times demanding immediate service. Finally, after reading the verse of the chair as much as 7x Sofi ventured to receive the phone call her husband.

“Halo, Brother ..” Sapa Sofi rather nervously.

“Halo, my wife dear.” Greet Ramzi with a very sweet sounding voice. “What are you doing? I just got to the airport, I'll be home soon.”

GLAKES!

Sofi was stuck, unable to answer her husband's question. It was like he was at a loss for words.

Have you reached the airport? That means an hour to get home? He would shower immediately and entertain the guests, and after that towards midnight after making small talk with his guests, he would immediately finish me off! Or it could be worse, lest after taking a bath he attack me first. Or even faster than that without bathing and cleaning himself first, once he entered the room he would immediately pounce on me and flip through my body mercilessly.Oh, Lord…!

“Hey, why are you silent?” Ramzi's question surprised Sofi's daydream a little. “ Are you still sick, baby? The butler said two days ago the doctor came to check on you.”

AHHH!

CLINGY!

Suddenly Sofi got a very brilliant idea.

“Iya, Brother .. I'm still not feeling well.” Sahut Sofi with a voice that was deliberately made limp and occasionally hissing like holding back pain.

“Oh, baby... Why didn't you tell me yourself?” Ramzi sounded very worried.

“Heum, I don't want to interrupt your work, brother. I had the butler call the doctor and my condition gradually improved even though my head was still dizzy and my body was limp..”.

“I'm sorry yes, you must be exhausted also because of my night ... well, you know, I. I'm sorry..” There are regrets from Ramzi's words.

It's good that you realize, too, brewok! Your behavior is like a thief meeting a virgin!

“Alright, as my apology I will buy you something. What do you want, baby?” Ask Ramzi then.

“Ehm, no need, brother. I don't want anything. I just want to rest.” Sahut Sofi was still pretending in her weak voice.

“So yeah? Yes, later if your situation has improved, we will buy the gift together. You can ask anything from me.” Ramzi said with great tenderness.

“Thank you, Brother.”

Ramzi then ended his phone call and Sofi smiled in satisfaction. It turns out that her acting talent is indeed very stunning.  Not in vain also he had read the verse & chair 7 times, wkwkwkkk 😁

Sofi immediately walked over to the dressing table and removed her make up. He also changed his clothes in pajamas and did not forget to mess up a little hair to impress just waking up.

“Perfect!” Sofi excitedly stared at the reflection of her own face in the mirror.

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In the rented house Via, ahead of Maghrib Tia and Arya parting home but Ica whine not to be invited home even though Arya and Tia have seduced him with a variety of sharp moves. In vain, the child is always sticky if he has met his favorite Via aunt.

“Ya done, Ma'am. Let me just Ica nginep here all nemenin me.” Say it at last.

“She will definitely take care of you later. Tau itself is the Ica if I've been working it must often sulk?” Replied Tia who did not want to trouble her sister. 

“Ica promise will not make aunty Via bother, kok.” Sahut Ica reassured while not willing to release his embrace from the waist Via.

“Ya already, if so mother nginep all of you here if you are afraid Ica make a bother.” Aryan Proposal.

“Mas Arya don't papa go home alone?” Tia reassured her husband.

“No papa, tomorrow morning I'll pick you up here.”

“Why does Mas Arya not nginep all alone here? Than back and forth.” Tymphal Via's.

“Later the night of his schedule, Vi. Not good with neighbors if not depart.” Aryan Sahut. 

“Yes, tomorrow I'll take you all to play at Mom's house. Poor Mas Arya about.”

“Good idea, Vi. Sorry yes, finally ngerepotin you too.” Arya nodded at the suggestion of her sister-in-law.

After that Arya said goodbye to go home, ica was definitely cheering excitedly because it was allowed to stay overnight. He did not want to be far from his aunt, even until Via shower Ica was willing to wait for him in front of the bathroom door.

“Aduh Mommy's child, until forget if there is a Bundan here huh?” Tia looked at Via's room and saw her daughter sitting on her back in the closet facing the bathroom door.

Ica looked surprised at her mother. “Down rest aja, tonight Ica anyway want to same aunt Via.” Celoteh Ica with her innocent face.

“Ya already, later if aunt Via has finished bathing and praying we eat first huh? Mother wait at the dinner table.” Tia's message to her son.

Ica just nodded. Waiting apparently bored Ica, her eyes began to scan her entire tant room. Ica looked at some photo albums under the bedside table and walked over to take the top photo album.

Ica's smile came out when she saw the photo album containing the wedding photos of Om and his beloved aunt.

Chequek!

The bathroom door opened, Via came out wearing clothes.

“Tante sorry, yes. Ica clay-wedding photos Om the same Aunt.” Ica on Via.

Via walked up to his nephew and sat down beside him. “Yes, not papa.” Via stroking Ica's hair dear.

“Tante, what if we call Om Mirza? Ica really do!” Ica with sparkling eyes.

“Ica want to call Om Mirza?”

Ica nodded quickly. “Video call, Aunt. Ica want to see the handsome face of Om beloved Ica.”

Via smiled at the innocence of his nephew. Via looking at the wall clock, maybe it's okay to call this clock huh?

“Come Aunty, spout!” Ica shook Via's arm.

“OK, a minute huh?” Via got up and took his phone and made a video call to her husband, before how long Mirza immediately received it.

“Halo, darling? How about a video call? Really happy with your husband?” Sapa Mirza with a smile filled the screen of Via's phone.

“Om Mirza ...!” Ica's shriek answered Mirza's question. “Halo, Om...” Ica immediately approached and sabotaged Via's phone.

“Hai, hello Ica dear ...” Welcomed Mirza rather surprised to find his nephew who knew-or appeared in place of the beautiful face of his wife.

Via was forced to give in and could only shake his head to see the behavior of Ica who continued to lean her husband with funny questions and seemed unreasonable. Ica talks to Mirza and talks about many things. 

“Oh, so Om has never met a mermaid?"

"Yet, Ca."

Mirza terekech. “Nnot too, dear. They live in the deep sea. It's just on board?”

“Oh, if so Om must have met the Flying Dutchman yes?” Guess Ica then.

Mirza's forehead looked wrinkled. “Flying Dutchman? Who's that?”

“That's Om, the evil and creepy pirate ghost..!” Ica put on a sinister face that made Mirza laugh again.

Via chuckled at hearing that. Basic ica! The conversation between Om and the nephew continued to roll and Via was not given a little chance by Ica to stay.

Via chose to clean up the photo album that is still scattered on the floor. Her eyes then captured a photo of herself and Mirza on that happy day a few years ago.

Via smilingly observed one by one images of herself and her husband in that sacred moment. Gently rubbed the picture of her husband's face. Aah..how bad he was with that handsome husband dimpled his cheeks. For a moment Ica and Via are engrossed in their respective activities. They only stopped when Tia entered the room to remind them to immediately pray maghrib and then dinner because he had prepared it since last night.

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Meanwhile, in the house of Om Jaka is also not much different. Denaya who had just set foot in the house was seen scanning the entire house. Fortunately before returning home, Om Jaka mandated a neighbor to always clean the house, so when now he returned his house remains clean and well maintained.

"It's safe, too, Beb this house." Denaya Comment.

"Yes, unfortunately you don't want to live in the capital, Han"

"No ah. Living in the village is more peaceful." Denaya rests her back on the sofa in the middle room of Om Jaka's house. The journey from the village to the capital for almost 4 hours plus stop by some places makes Denaya look tired.

"Udah malem, we're resting yuk!" Take Om Jaka.

"I'm gonna take a shower, baby." Denaya.

Om Jaka immediately took his wife's arm to the room. Denaya is fascinated by Om Jaka's neat rooms.

BRUKK....!!

Denaya immediately threw herself on the mattress and her body inched several times.

"Ooh..., finally met the bed too..." Denaya spread out her hands while sighing deeply.

"She's gonna take a shower, Han?" Om Jaka reminded.

"Bebebeb was just. I'm pewe."

"Hemm, you bed!" Om Jaka pinched Denaya's nose.

"From Bebeb, the face of the wall!" Reply Denaya no less anxious.

Om Jaka chuckled and immediately entered the bathroom. Denaya drowned enjoying the comfort of her husband's room.

The room was nice enough for a widower. Inner Denaya. He then remembered to tell his father when he had reached Jakarta. Denaya immediately sent a short message to Pak Haji Barkah and then kept his phone on the nightstand. His eyes then pounded on a small figura above the nightstand.

"Huh? Whose picture is this?" Denaya muttered while taking a figura and observing the face in the photo.

"Han? What else?" Tanya Om Jaka who knew that he had come out of the bathroom without Denaya knowing.

"Eh, Beb ... Here, I'm looking at this picture." Denaya showed the figura she was holding. "Whose picture is this, Beb?"

"Whose picture do you think it is, Han? The photo of Udin? It's not possible, is it?"

"Ish, Beb. I'm serious about it!" Anxious Via while wanting to pinch her husband's stomach, but Om Jaka more nimbly avoid by holding Denaya's hand.

"That's a picture of me when it was jahiliah, Han." Sahut Om Jaka pointed at a photo of himself on the left with a thin mustache with the coolest pretentious style in the afterlife.

Denaya gawked in disbelief, but then her laughter broke.

"Not to suck, huh? That's when I'm hot again." Om Jaka keki because his wife laughed at a picture of him in his youth.

"This is a picture of you too, Beb?" Denaya pointed to the right.

"That's it! Cool right? That's a photo of when I was filming a powerful drug."

"What's? Filming a powerful drug ad?" Denaya shock's.

This time Om Jaka who chuckled because he saw the shocked reaction of his wife.

"It's normal, Han. Just kidding, your husband even though cool bin macho but never have aspirations to be an artist really." Said Om Jaka trying to neutralize the shock of his wife.

Denaya who felt bullied immediately pinched her husband's waist upset and this time Om Jaka did not have time to avoid.

"Aaww.., Aawww...!!" Om Jaka grimaced. "Well, how do you like to pinch, Han? Wonderful man!" Om Jaka rubbed his waist that had just been hit by a death pinch.

"Racaine! So don't like playing!" Denaya throbbed upset then put the figura back on the nightstand and looked at it again for a moment.

"Beb, but what exactly is your sixpack stomach like? How do I not know?" Ask Denaya plain.

Om Jaka smiled then approached his wife and turned his wife's face to look at her.

"Eatya if we are again NGANU you do not while crashing, Han. So you don't know that your husband's stomach is like torn bread?" Said Om Jaka while looking at the bead of his wife's eyes.

Kontan alone Denaya blushed to hear it. He lowered his head in shame, Om Jaka grabbed Denaya's chin slowly.

"Why do we prove we're doing it now?"

"Do what, Beb?" Denaya is a bit flattened.

"That's you know.... NGANU..." Sahut Om Jaka with a seductive smile. "Don't take a crumple, let you see your husband's torn bread." Om Jaka brought his face closer, Denaya dodged.

"Emh, I'm gonna take a shower, baby." Kill Denaya. "Sticking ..."

"No papa, all the sticky stuff, Han." Om Jaka's burly arm grabbed Denaya's nape. Then....

TIIIIYITE......

SENSOR 😆😆😆

Fantasize yourself yes, Sister 🤭🤭

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Photo :

wedding photos of Chico Jericho and Princess Marino. (I'm sorry, let's just say it's a photo of Mirza Mahendra and Livia Hasan) & it's a ''route.

- Dian Sidik's photo collection.

Okay, this is up today, brother. 🤩🤩

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