FORCED CHEATING
31MARK

Gluey!

Mirza.

“Why, Mas? How can anyone be surprised?” Via looked at Mirza beside him.

Mirza took her arm off Via's shoulder and grabbed his wife's hand. “Finally you did not say if you want to buy souvenirs, darling.”

Mirza's eyes seemed to imply concern that Via would ask even further, but Via was unaware of that. For her Mirza was used to being sweet like that, so she did not harbor any delirium.

Via backwards picked up a pack of grilled fish and Mirza's backpack lying in the gazebo. Fortunately, there is no cat garong, if not, it has been lost to fish so the cat's dinner menu.

“Mas, but I haven't laper, I just ate Yana!” Excited Via from the kitchen.

“I too, baby! Save it for the fish!” Mirza.

Via then busied himself making drinks for Mirza. While Mirza sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Mirza's mind drifted everywhere. Ternayta is now burden twice as heavy, what if Via knows in fact he has been pouring from Jakarta since yesterday? Then Via also knows what happened in Jakarta between himself and Sofi?

“Mas, it's me bikini tea.” Via placed a cup of hot jasmine tea on the side table of Mirza.

Mirza looked a little surprised.

“Ndreamunin what the hell?” Via threw his ass next to her husband.

“Who daydreams? More people watching TV.” Mirza ngeles's. His right hand was holding onto Livia's shoulder.

“Oya, how do you plan to invest with Om Jaka? Good prospect ahead?”

Well, why is Via even asking about this anyway?

Mirza nodded not wanting Via to be suspicious. “Good to do, promising.”

She smiled and did not continue asking anymore. To him hearing such an answer alone was already pleasant. Via was then engrossed in watching a TV broadcast that was airing a reality show. Mirza watched his wife silently.

God, what have I done with such a good woman? He has put his full trust in me. But why would I hurt him?

“Tuh, right? Dreaming again?” Via moved his right hand in front of Mirza's face.

Mirza turned Livia's face straight in front of her. Livia's hair tucked in both of Livia's ears to the neckline of his wife's level looks perfect.

“You are a beautiful and very good wife, I am happy to be your life companion, dear.” Mirza with an earnest look.

Via fingered her husband's forehead. “You're healthy right, Mas?”

“I'm serious, darling.” Mirza grabbed Via's hand and kissed him softly.

Via was a little careless trying to let go of his hand slowly. Although Mirza was used to being sweet and romantic towards her, this time Via felt a little strange.

“Please forgive your husband if he disappoints you so much.”

“Mas you said what the hell? Coming home from Jakarta is this weird? Kesambet jin tugu Pancoran what?” Via looked at her husband with a frown.

Mirza dropped her head into Livia's chest. He wanted to say that he was a traitor and hoped that Via would forgive him, but he could not say that. Mirza's hands were coiled around Livia's body.

“I can't afford to lose you.” Mirza is very sad.

“Mas ..” Reply Via Shrink also.

“I'll do anything as long as you're always with me.” Mirza.

“Mas ..”

“I want to age with you without anyone being able to separate us.”

“Mas ..”

Mirza looked up, putting her right index finger on Livia's lips. “Do not say anything, I did not ask for your answer.”

“Mas but you are very heavy, my chest tight almost can not breathe,” said Via finally.

Mirza immediately loosened her arms but did not want to get out of Livia's arms. “But I want to do this. Very comfortable it feels here, tender.”

Spontaneous Via pushed Mirza while glaring stifledly. “Basic perverted brain, less work!”

Mirza chuckles at his wife's curse.

BUGS!

Via pounding Mirza's head with a sofa cushion.

“Mask there!”

“Eh, where are you going?” Mirza quickly pulled the hand of Via who almost moved to sit down again next to him. “Abis I shower, we make bakwan huh?” Whisper Mirza while twitching flirtatiously.

A deadly pinch was immediately launched Via on Mirza's waist .

Aaaawwwh!

Mirza screamed in shock.

“Sick, baby!” Mirza held onto her waist while grimacing in pain.

“Eatya don't pervert just.” Via throbbing then immediately headed to his room above.

Mirza followed as she prepared to tease Via again.

“Mas tea brought aja if you do not want to drink now.” Said Via turned the body which of course makes Mirza not so bad at it.

Mirza, according to her, took her steaming tea and took her to her room above.

Click!

Mirza locked the room door, spontaneously Via nengok.

Mirza showed off her mischievous smile. “You won't be able to escape.”

“I want to take a shower first.” Via to the bathroom in that room.

“Mandi first? Satisfy after that we ..”

“Sholat maghrib, time out!” Cut Via cuek ngeloyor into the Bathroom.

Mirza intercepted him at the bathroom door. “Kalo so should we take a shower together? Let's save more time?” Mirza moved her eyebrows up and down.

Via prepared to pinch her husband's waist again, but Mirza immediately stepped aside with a masygul look did not dare to block anymore. Via entered with a triumphant smile.

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Who does not know with Mirza the successful sailor, handsome, tajir, has a rice field and teak kebon which is very broad for the size of people who live in the village? Many say Livia was so lucky to have married Mirza. But it was Mirza who felt lucky because he had a beautiful wife, obedient and not much demanding like Livia.

“Honey, mother phone?” Mirza shouted from the balcony on Via, who was cleaning the front yard.

“Luck aja, Mas!” Via half yelled.

“Iya, this is it. I want to talk to you, he said he wanted to talk about his birthday Ica.”

Via halting its activities.

Oh, did my mom call? Kirain's mother is Mas Mirza! Pantesan aja, I became shocked also rada was doing why Mas Mirza's mother called early in the morning.

“Hoy! How come bengong? This is my mom waiting!” Call Mirza while brandishing Via's phone. “I throw it down ya?”

“Eh, no!” Sergey Via panicked and ran up the stairs to the balcony.

Mirza was laughing at his wife. Via snatched his phone and spoke to Ms. Harni.

“Yes, Mom. How?”

“Vi, can you accompany mom shopping for her birthday Ica tomorrow afternoon? You see, Tia and Riri are busy making cakes.” Reveal Ms. Harni from across.

“Oh, yes you can, Mom. Where is Mas Arya?”

“Kalo he doesn't need to be asked!” Ketus Bu Harni's. “Not reliable!"

“Ya already, later Via temenin.”

“But don't be too late, the shop will close. You see we buy it to the city, in the sub-district market is not complete, it is expensive too. If in the city the price is sloping, the plan is to shop a lot because you want to ngundang the mothers of studies also.”

Huh huh? How about study mothers? What is Ica's birthday what is mother really?

“Vi?” Call Miss Harni because Via doesn't say anything.

“Eh, yes Bu.”

“Can you ask for help from Mirza? You see if riding a motorbike bothered to bring a lot of groceries.”

Oh my mother! So from earlier talking about muters just want to say want to be accompanied by Mas Mirza shopping? Why not tell yourself.

“Vi, how come? Mirza is busy huh?” Miss Harley asked a little worried.

“Ah, not busy, Mom. Yes later Via says the same Mas Mirza.” Sahut Via while looking at Mirza who had been standing next to him.

“What did Mother say?” Mirza asked as soon as Via ended her phone.

“Mothers ask us to shop for her birthday Ica later in the afternoon in the city.”

“Oh.” Mirza's lips are rounded.

“Can't Mas?”

“Can dong.” Mirza smiled and looked at Via.

“Why? How is it like that so much?” Via strangely stared at Mirza suddenly so.

“You look sexy once if the drying is so.” Reveal Mirza while removing children's hair from Via's sweaty forehead.

Via hit her husband's chest. “Heh, start again! Meningan Mas continue to clean the front page, stay nyiram aja tuh. I want to purify, surely in Jakarta the clothes are not washed, right?”

Mirza grinning horse.

“Malah gnaw again! Can you plant a plant?” Ask Via a little annoyed.

“Can. Nyiramin you only last night I can, nyiram plant period can not?” Tempt Mirza again while trying his wife's chin.

“Hiy, tengil base!”

Via leaving Mirza rushed to the rear before Mirza's frenzy continued again, while Mirza headed for the front yard. Mirza though a man never hesitated to do homework. For him abstain from letting his beautiful wife tired of working to take care of the house alone if she is not going sailing.

Via took out all the contents of Mirza's backpack, checking that there was still something left behind.

SLAPS!

Via found a box of cigarettes in Mirza's backpack bag.

“Cigarette?” Mumbled Via.

Of course, cigarettes are not illegal goods such as marijuana and other types of narcotics. But for Via to find a cigarette in her husband's bag was an odd thing. Because she knew full well Mirza was a non-smoker from the moment she first knew her. But she remembers Mirza smoking last time when she was in deep trouble with her mother who did not approve of her relationship with Via.

That event was five years ago. Mirza sat up in a huff on the back porch of Via's house while continuing to smoke non-stop cigarettes like a running locomotive. Although at that time Via tried to calm him and ask him to be patient, but Mirza seemed very frustrated if he could not marry Via. Understand, Livia hibiscus village, many men queue to be her future husband. And Mirza won't be willing to see her maiden marry another man.

“Is it possible that Mas Mirza is also now actually in trouble?” Via pondered while keeping the cigarette box and matches in the kitchen cabinet drawer.

Mirza from yesterday afternoon did not show a strange gelagat as remembered Via, although the waves are a bit more like time in the front room of the TV.

“What might be the problem with Om Jaka? Ah, but not possible.” Via continued to mutter to himself.

Via remembered that Mirza had been delirious last night while hugging him tightly. Via wakes her husband up out of worry, but Mirza just gets stronger hugging him until Via has to pat Mirza's cheek a bit hard then Mirza woke up but immediately went to sleep again after saying I love you my wife.

It's a little strange, even though Via didn't think like that last night. He just thought Mirza exhausted just returned from Jakarta directly launched “gendjatan arm” against him.

Ah, there's no way that Mas Mirza is in serious trouble but isn't telling me? I'm always loyal to be his confiding friend all this time? Could this have anything to do with Mas Mirza's work? Or maybe just the same mother? That's why Mirza hasn't told me. But yesterday I didn't come here to say anything. Heh, why the hell am I thinking macem-macem? I can't suudzon! Mas Mirza will certainly tell himself if there is a serious problem and he is ready to show it to me.

“Hey, why daydream?” Mirza Tau-tau is next to Via.

Via stuttered a little. “Eh, Mas .. has it finished?”

“Udah dong. Cepet right, hehe..” Mirza smiled widely. “Where, he said you want to wash? how is it still messy gini?” Mirza looked at her clothes that were still scattered on the floor near the washing machine. “I'm a holy one, you're ready for breakfast. Laper nih ..” Mirza holding her stomach.

“Iya, Mas.” Sahut Via short.

Via's mind is still everywhere despite trying to win yourself. She watches Mirza putting dirty clothes into the washing machine. He stared at the back of the burly man who had lived with him for five years.

Ah, Mas .. I hope you're okay. You are truly a responsible husband and always try to make me happy even though your mother has not fully accepted me.

Via's face changed.

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