It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-17. Cold war

"Then what business do you think of him? Don't you still love your ex-husband?"

After saying that, Mas Aren left me alone. My hand is still holding a credit card that wants to pay for the food we used to eat.

Mas Aren was like accidentally ordering expensive food to prank Bang Alan. Indeed, he looks very strange, suddenly asked me and Lingga to eat in this cafe. However, Mas Aren should not choose the most expensive food.

Mas Aren was not the one who was invited, so I felt very bad to make others burdened because of my husband.

"Sir, pay for everything we eat with this alone!" I hand over the credit card to the cashier. Bang Alan looks still groping his pockets. It seems like he's really out of money.

"Don't!" The phallus prevents me from doing so.

"Bang Alan has money, doesn't he, honey?" ask Linga.

Bang Alan looked smiling with his clumsy face. I know how his body language is. I've had a housewife with Bang Alan, though not for long. However, I can understand it more than anyone.

I kept handing over my credit card to the cashier, and made the payment as soon as possible.

"You don't do that, Deck. If you do, you don't value me as the one who invited you."

After I received the credit card back, with a quick movement I moved. "That's it, Bang. Deal next time. I'm going to go after my husband."

Without waiting for an answer from him, I immediately caught up with Mas Aren. Mas Aren was waiting for me in his car. I went up and looked back at that expressionless face. It has been a long time to see nothing like that. Let's see, until when does he survive such a cold.

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At night at the dinner table, the atmosphere at the meal felt so awkward. Mom and Dad asked me several times with codes that I could understand.

I also gave the code by shrugging both shoulders, returning to feed Elena. After it was over, when everyone was in their rooms, I chose to go straight into the blanket. Treat him like he treats me like an invisible human being. Yes, this is a competition who wins who loses against the ego of the couple.

I wanted to explain to him, but he didn't ask. So, I don't think he needs that. All right, let's have a cold war tonight.

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While I was getting word from Lingga, he had a fight with Bang Alan after the meal was unclear.

Aaah, if the result is even this way, I better listen to the words of my husband who initially did not give permission. I suddenly miss going in her arms again.

What kind of drama will I have to make later that night, so my husband will talk to me again? Should I apologize? But am I innocent? I just feel obligated to pay for it all, because it was my husband too.

While at home, I bathed Elena, someone suddenly entered the bathroom. It turned out that Mas Aren suddenly pulled me who was pairing a towel for Elena.

Mas Aren hugged me tightly. "Okay, I lost! I miss really curling you like a gini. But, I think you've always been kind to your ex. You should have helped me so he'd be embarrassed and not take you anymore."

I lyrically Elena closed her eyes to see this live action in front of her. I pushed my husband's body for a moment, then I opened the door to take Elena out.

"Please ask Grandma to help you wear clothes?" I said to the little girl who will soon be a kindergarten student.

"Then Ibuk?" tanyakanya.

"Have a shower first."

Elena glanced at me alternately glancing at dad. "Have you taken a bath Papa or Papa took a shower?"

I patted my forehead hearing this little girl's question. This is all the work of Mas Aren who can not keep the attitude. Aaaa ... What do I have to answer?

"Papa Doong bathes Mother. The one who bathes is a bigger person. Elena bathed Ibuk. Ibuk bathed Papa. Gituuu."

This reflex again pinched his waist. While Elena rounded her eyes and mouth that might imagine the thing that Mas Aren had just said. After that Elena nodded her head stepping her legs out.

"Neeek, would you please put on Elena's shirt? I can't wear any more clothes for Elena. You see Ibuk again bathed by Papa."

Elena's words still sounded clear all the way to the bathroom. This is so embarrassing. My husband's two cheeks became victims of a pinch of rage because of annoyance.

"Already! It's already! Saaakit!" ringis Mas Aren's.

"Well, teach a little boy who doesn't?"

Mas Aren did not lubricate the annoyed look I put on for real. He hugged me back. "After this you will not see him again. It feels so painful if you just keep losing him!"

"I don't believe him. I'm just—"

Unexpectedly he immediately smothered my mouth with his lips. Aaah .. actually I like this all, every caress and yaaa already. The process of bathing Ibuk really happened.