I'm Again My Husband
Appearing Beautiful

ANA has abandoned its old habit of plucking hair. Now he just clamp his hair back while doing homework. She also always wears cosmetics and perfumes to perfect her looks. Resting the mother's national dress if her husband is at home is also a tactic to reclaim her husband's attention.

Prasetya was again fascinated by the 27-year-old woman. The woman cooked and responded to each of the firstborn's questions deftly and patiently, while the little one was on her lap that Ana had initially held as she made breakfast.

"Silver toys with Papa aja yuk, do not disturb Mama cook." invite Prasetya to the firstborn.

It was not the overflow of joy that his eldest son displayed as expected, but rather the expression of fear and tension that Prasetya saw on his son's face that looked paled and stiff.

Ana who was making fried rice smiled at her husband's invitation to their son. But the smile faded as he looked at his son's pale and stiff face. Ana crouches down to align her height with the son.

"What's up, honey?" Ana asked gently as she gently stroked the toddler's head crest.

"Mama.." The 3-year-old toddler hugged Ana tightly.

"Ga nothing, honey. Papa wants to play with Brother." Ana holds the tiny body of her son who still hides the face in the niche of Ana's neck. He resumed cooking while holding the firstborn.

Prasetya felt the air around him shrink, the room felt conical. Is this the impact of my attitude? Forgive Papa, Son..

Prasetya steps her foot closer to Ana, she wants to regain the love of her son. "Sister, come with Papa."

Without turning her head, Arzanka shook her head in Ana's arms.

"Sister... Papa's sorry." His words were full of regret but the toddler still did not want to see it.

Ana turned off the stove and turned around. "Let Arzanka calm down, Mas."

Prasetya stroked his son's hair. But as if to know, he brushed off the hand of the father who was in his head. Prasetya took a deep breath with his jaw hardened.

To reduce the tension, Ana immediately serves fried rice that has just been cooked and eggs ceplok to be eaten immediately while warm. "Breakfast first, Mas. You're leaving soon, right? It's late."

They were sitting around the dining table, Arzanka was still in Ana's arms with her face facing Ana's chest, while Arzetta was in Prasetya's lap.

"Sister, breakfast first yuk." asked Ana, but the toddler shook his head without looking. "You can get sick, honey. Mama doesn't want you to be sick."

"Later Papa penggi."

Prasetya found it difficult to swallow his food after hearing his son's words. Ana looked at her husband. He knows, surely Prasetya just realized the impact of his attitude lately.

"It's noon, Mas. You need to get to the office."

Ana took the little one from her husband's lap. Before entering the car, Prasetya turned back to see his son who was still in Ana's arms. The woman held her two hearts.

"Father work first. But promise, you'll have to eat."

Prasetya rubbed and kissed his son's hair. But the toddler's refusal moments ago made him undo the intention.

"Papa's gone. Let's eat."

Arzanka came down from Ana's sling. After she finished eating, Ana began to talk to her son. "Big brother why?"

"Fear Papa."

"Why afraid, honey?"

"Papa naughty. Evil." Answer the toddler is plain.

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ALONG the way to the office until arriving, Prasetya always mused about his son. He felt very guilty about the 3-year-old. Thinking too much about her son, she ignored his welcoming secretary full of smiles.

Prasetya entered his room. Una was upset that his boss did not return his greeting. He went into Prasetya's room, saw the man daydreaming in his great chair.

"Could you shut up, sir?" Ask Una.

Prasetya did not answer, he was still focused on thinking about his son. Una was upset to see his boss and his lover ignored him.

"Yes..." Una sulking.

"I'm thinking about my son!" Prasetya Sentak.

"Thinking of the child or the mother of the child?" Ask Una ketus.

"Kid." And Ana, she's different. Unaltered. "Arzanka was so scared of me that her face paled." Prasetya sighed in frustration.

"Yes let it go, his name is also children."

"He's my son! And he's like that because of me!"

Prasetya was silent, he slightly agreed with Una's way of thinking. All because of Ana!

At lunch, Una again instigates Prasetya so that the man does not feel guilty for Arzanka's change and spills blame on Ana. Una takes Prasetya to the top this weekend and the man just agrees.

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PRASETYA came home when it was late at night. She enters the house and is greeted by Ana covering her body in a sleeping kimono.

"Wash again?" Ask Ana slowly.

"I know you don't have to ask." Prasetya replied coldly.

"We need to talk, Mommy."

"I--"

"It's about Arzanka!" cut Ana firmly. Ana does not want her husband's attention for her children to be snatched away by the woman does not know herself.

"Don't make Arzanka an excuse." prasetya sizzled.

"I don't use Arzanka as an excuse! But he sees you like he's seeing a monster! Don't you feel sad? Your own son saw you with a pale face full of fear! You're already the saddest father in the world, Mas! A father who may not be wanted by his own son!"

Either get strength from nowhere so Ana is able to blaspheme her own husband. She would not be willing if her children were ignored by her husband because of that woman! He was also unwilling if his position was replaced by that woman. I still love you, Mas.

"This is what I was afraid of when you snapped at Arzanka, Mas. I've always said that it would damage his psyche, and now it's happening. She's scared to see you, so she doesn't want to see you."

Asetya silently did not reply to Ana's words, she stepped dazedly into her room. Ana's words made her very stunned, the shadow of her son's pale face this morning flashed again in her eyes. Does Arzanka not want me? Does he hate me? Have I made a big mistake?

Prasetya could not close his eyes. The fear of her son and Ana's words continue to haunt her mind. He saw his wife was slumbering with a sagging lingerie strap to show the woman's smooth shoulders. He stared at that peaceful face.

Prasetya chose to go out of the room and enter his son's room. Arzanka looks calm. Gently dressed the hair of a 3-year-old toddler. Forgive Papa, Son..

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PRASETYA tried to gain the trust of her son again. He didn't want to be the saddest father. He decided to stay home this weekend. Especially now that Ana has also appeared beautiful, not like a housekeeper anymore.

After breakfast, Prasetya invites the little one to play while the firstborn continues to stick to Ana. The 3-year-old toddler always held onto the clothes Ana was wearing and refused her invitation.

"Sister, let's go early in the morning." Take Prasetya.

Instead of answering, the toddler hid behind Ana. Prasetya's heart was again sliced by an invisible knife.

"Papa took the morning walk. Yuk we're leaving. It's Sunday, a lot of kids play in the park. Dodi usually goes there too." Ana persuades her son.

"Don't want to." Arzanka replied slowly but Prasetya could hear.

"Why, Honey?"

"There's Papa."

DEGGS!!

Prasetya felt he had been dealt a blow by a world-class boxer, or perhaps more than that. HIS SON DOESN'T WANT IT!

Prastya's phone rings. He looks upset when he sees the name on his phone screen. He immediately turned off his phone so that no one would disturb him.

And the next day Prasetya got into a fight with Una because the man canceled a date to the top unilaterally. Una who continued to undermine him made him sometimes compare the woman with his wife.

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FOR DAYS Prasetya tried to reach for the love of his son. On the other hand, Ana used this opportunity to get her husband's attention again. Prasetya realized the change of his wife who now appeared very beautiful.

To be honest, Prasetya was tempted to see his wife getting more charming, but his ego overcame his attraction.

On the other hand, Una began to be suspicious of Prasetya's indifferent attitude towards her. He investigated the man to his home. He looked at the view across there with an angry look.

So you fucked me because your wife is beautiful, Mom? Just look at Ana, I will definitely get your husband!

**cirebon, March 3, 2022

Promo again, promo continues... Don't get bored reading my other works as well, brother... 😘😘😘**