Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 19. Ballad Bolen Lumer
POV AZAM
"What's up, Ma'am?" ask me when Jelita comes to me. This heart trembled, when I realized that my neighbor's clothes were too tight. Until, some of his body curves are visible. From there I can imagine how it was. Astagfirullah! Is it possible because of my unfinished desire last night, that it makes perverted thoughts pollute my brain?
"I heard earlier, Nela said that Mirna's mother had no one to look after. So ... I offer help, that too if Mas Azam is willing. I wanted to keep Mirna's mother in the hospital" she said so gently and tenderly, even though she was none of us. While the brothers alone on the sock are busy with their respective affairs.
"A–what's that not a hassle, Ma'am? Anyway, what about the job at the salon?" I answered, trying to subtly refuse. I don't want to take his offer for granted even though we'll be very helped by it. Maybe, you will also like if accompanied by beautiful and fashionable women like Jelita.
"Don't call, Ma'am why the hell! I feel old. Though, we are the same age as it is," Jelita sulked, still beautiful. Moreover, his lips were the ones he deliberately pushed forward. Haihh .. since when did Lika dress up like this. It seems like it has not been so long. Even in front of me. His face also grew increasingly greasy and spotty. Not to mention his eye bags that sometimes make me lazy to look into his eyes. In fact, Lika has the shape of eyes and also beautiful lips. I don't know why it's so scary now.
Contrary to the reverse when I looked at this beautiful widow face before me. Very fresh and not boring. Perhaps, I would be happy if I could look at a wife like this at all times. Especially if the clothes are fashionable, not as handsome as Lika. Right, said my friends last night. It's like being married to an aunt. Damn their mouths. Lika too, why come out with clothes like that. Making his large body become more unsightly.
"Oh, that's it. It looks young, it's just that I feel inappropriate," I said unconsciously praising Jelita. It was evident from both of his cheeks that suddenly became red. Honestly, it still looks young. His skin is white clean and very finely groomed. I think if you touch it it will slip so slippery and soft. Somehow, how my wife's skin. I see he never wears anything. Maybe I'm not paying too much attention either. It's just, Lika never smelled that I knew.
"Still dong, Mas Azam only thirty-two. Well, I'm thirty-one. It's one year, but our moon is the same. November," said Jelita, chuckling. Makes me instantly amazed to see his flat teeth and pink gums. Honey, the nettle covered her mouth with a palm. I was enjoying his laughter.
It turns out, laughter from women is also able to arouse desire and lust for men. Perhaps, therefore, the woman is instructed to keep her mouth shut while laughing. Because, just doing that alone is able to tempt the faith of men. I proved it myself. In the past, the first time I fell in love with Lika was also from the way she laughed and smiled. Now, my heart trembled again as this sexy beautiful widow laughed crisply before me.
This loathsome, it's bad if Lika finds out. I also immediately looked inside the house. Apparently, my wife did not know about Jelita's arrival. I heard Lulu's voice screaming while crying. Let it be, most ask to suckle or want to sleep. I'm sure Lika can handle it herself. Isn't that a mother's job.
"Don't linger, his laugh. Later flowers and butterflies will be embarrassed," I said as I looked at the woman in front of me who was embarrassed by the cat.
" Shame on why, Mom?" ask Jelita in wonder. While pulling her hair dangling forward, I could see how smooth and straight her neck was. Moreover, I like to kiss Lika on the bottom of the ear the most. For some reason, besides that there is a sensitive point of most women, that part also evokes the libido that is in my body. Ah, just a glimpse of my brain directly traveling. So, a certain part of my body feels hot.
"Oh my goodness, my. Jelita was tired of laughing. Azam can do it. Surely, his wife mas Azam was very happy. Had a husband like Azam mas," said Jelita while looking at me.
"Then anyway? Just ordinary feeling. I am a paralyzed gini," I said humbled, not intending to be pitied. But I am also self-conscious. What can Lika be proud of me. Fortunately, she is a typical home-based woman. They've been out lately because of the sale.
"Whoa, Mas. Udah handsome, his voice raspy wet, pinter ngegombal. Less what try?" praise Jelita, it makes me unable to laugh.
"Don't forget if I'm also disabled !" say, miris. It's free to have a face and a good body shape if I can just sit in this wheelchair. In fact, to make love, I had to leave everything to Lika.
"It's only temporary, Mom. One day it will heal! Especially if, Mas Azam accepted my offer the other day. Take it easy, Mas .. don't consider Jelita someone else, let it be good." The words of this beautiful girl in front of me warmed my heart. Though only neighbors who happen to subscribe to the pulse with Nela. But, already offered me tens of millions of loans.
"Look easy, which is important. Mas Azam healthy used to be back to how it was. If we are healthy, we can do anything. It's not limited, is it?" angling jelita hope I agree with his offer. It's just, I haven't talked about this to Lika. Mom and dad too.
"Yes, just think again. Jelita's going to the hospital first. Kasian Bu Mirna's. Oh yeah, it's a bollen cake. It's good to make them coffee mas Azam," he said then pamit. Rejeki really knows the neighbors as well as Jelita. Attention and very good.
I brought this expensive cake inside. Maybe the kids can eat too. If last night's martabak had eaten alone.
"Well, I'm using all the cake. This is a viral food. Must be expensive. That's it, I want to put my mom in the hospital. What, I don't feel as weird about his attitude?" The words of my wife suddenly made me stop to put the bollen into my mouth.
"It's good there are good people! You can take care of my mother!" pissed spray. Lika seems to be prejudiced. He said to join njai, gini time did not understand.
...Seriate...