Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Hotel

Azka is neat with navy t-shirts paired with jeans. With clothes like this, Azka looked younger.

"Are you ready?", Azka asked Najma.

"In a minute, I'm gonna finish the dishwasher for a second. Just wait in the store. I'll be there later if this is done."

Azka passed by, snatching the key of his motorbike.

After that, he walked through the hallway connecting the house with the store.

From a distance, he saw a crowded shop. This weekend is usually crowded with visitors.

"Side...!", call Azka. He was familiar with Anisa's employees. But not close to Najma, his former step-son who is now his wife.

"Eh.iya mr. Azka. Can anyone help the side?"

"Please ready tiramisu, this sum of money."

Azka put money worth three hundred thousand on the side.

"Sir Azka bought it? Right now...."

"Once, just prepare. Don't talk too much!"

"Yes sir, just a minute!"

The side deftly prepares six boxes containing tiramisu cake. Then put it in a frictional bag.

"A lot of them too?But that's okay" asked Azka.

"That, where are you going?", suddenly Najma was behind Azka.

"Make the children!", replied Azka.

"Whose son?", asked Najma.

"Later to know too! I want to change the key first. It's hard to carry a bus with a motor."

"Oh.it's there." Azka entered the house again.

"Ciye.the new bride. No shampooing?", joking side.

"It's scary, every day it's also shampooing."

"Iih..not that Nana!''

"Keep what?"

"Where was last night? Yummy?"

"Enak? What's?"

"No need to be so naive!", Sisi's lips pursed.

"What's the fuckin' monument?"

"Udah duren belom mean brother sisi, Na?"

"Astagfirullah sis sisi!"

"Partially not very bad. I am a pinter."

"Ngapain is also rich that is questioned. Pamali!"

"Pamali if the same who does not have a husband, but if the same who has married you may atuh. Let's get some science!"

"Oh.sides, pictor mulu." I went to the terrace with a cake, waiting for Azka to pull out the car.

Tit...tit. I also approached the car, put the box in the back. I closed the gate first before I got into the car.

"Are you ready?", Azka asked me.

"Yes." Yeah."

The car rolled slowly out of my housing.

There was no conversation between the two of us. We were confused, where to start. Until finally we arrived at TPU Tertai Indah. Azka bought flowers before entering the cemetery. Not forgetting we sent prayers to our mother.

"Anisa, I've kept my promise to marry your daughter!", Azka said as if Nisa still exists.

"Mother, Nana came with the mother's chosen husband!"

Azka and Najma looked at each other. After that they went back to the car.

"After this, where did you go?", I asked while putting on my seat belt.

"To the hotel!", replied Azka briefly.

"Huh? The hotel? What?", asked me. Curious dong, why go to the hotel try.

"You know too!"

"Don't be weird. Ingest last night's deal!"

"Dih..what the hell, ngeres very much fill the head."

"Partly do not answer to the hotel to do what?"

"That's a cake for kids!"

"Whose kids are you?"

"Our men are. I thought I had a lot of kids?", he glanced at me.

"Fruit? You have any of the boys? "

"Know ah, you've also seen yourself."

The car entered a magnificent building. A twenty-story hotel maybe. After men'Tap' parking card, the car went into a special parking lot.

Azka's right hand was carrying a cake box, her left hand was holding mine. There is a sense of how it is, shame mixed with gibberish. No, there are a few eyes staring at us.

"Print Azka!", greet the two security.

"Jiang! Oh yes, this is for the same again on guard too yes!", Azka downhill right a tiramisu box.

"Well, thank you Mr. Azka."

The security guard seemed happy to receive the cake. I also nodded to two security people who were quite old.

"Yes, I'm going in first?"

"Ready sir!"

Mas Azka is still holding me.

Walk towards reception.

"Mitha!", call her at the reception.

"Eh, yes, Mr. Azka. Good afternoon!"

"Please share with other children and for you too, if you lack information will be to me. Let me add it up!"

"Yes Azka sir, thank you!"

Azka continued her steps towards the elevator.

"Mas, I can walk on my own. Can't I just say it here?"

The elevator is open. Azka dragged me back into the elevator.

"You are following your husband why?" said Azka coldly. The feeling this morning he was not gini, Why now so stiff anyway. Iiiih. My body shuddered.

"Why?"

"No why!"

"No need to think macem. I just want to keep my authority in front of the kids. It's different if we're just two at home."

Ah...he can read my mind? The elevator door was open. He took me again to a large room.

"Sit here first." He dropped me a sofa. Ish.I'm a rich little boy.

Azka sat in a large chair, pressing a number on the phone.

"Rania, bring the report to my room now!"

Azka refocused with some sheets of paper on her desk. I'm tired of seeing scenes of Azka just like that.

I approached the aquarium embedded in the wall. Colorful small fish decorate the pond which is quite luxurious in my opinion.

Tok.dok...

Ah, it must have been Rania that Azka called. I don't want to know their business. More fun to see this ornamental fish.

"Prince sir?"

"Siang, bring me Rania's report!"

The owner of the name approached, handing the map to Azka. Rania's eyes were fixed on Najma who was cool to see fish in the aquarium.

"That's Najma huh Azka sir? The late Miss Nisa's son?" ask Rania.

"Yes", Azka answered briefly without turning to Rania. I, who felt his name, looked up. Throw a little smile at me.

"Good afternoon Najma Deck!", greet Rania.

Me? Called deck? I'm your boss's wife to Rania! My mind felt unaccepted by that call. Azka is smiling.

"Yes, sister of Rania."

"It's over, Rania, we're going home! Ayok Najma we go home!", Azka came back to take me. I nodded my head at Rania. He was the same, nodding his head.

"Where are we going?"

"Where are you going?"

"Where does it depend!"

"Will mommy's house?"

"Emm..can, but then stop by first yes buy souvenirs for mama."

"Yes", Azka answered briefly.

"Mas, this is..your hotel?"

"Hem..!", that's the answer.

"Have a luxury hotel gini, why would you want to be a teacher?"

"Why is it the same as a teacher?"

"Yes.not why the hell. But you have a lot of money from here, why would you be tired of being a teacher whose salary is certainly not how much with the income of this hotel."

"Not everything is measured with Najma's money! I became a teacher also because of my own awareness, if I go to this hotel not once a week. It depends only on the need. Suppose rich earlier, just want to check Rania's work. The rest is yes. I spend time with you, my students."

"Kok sister rania knows I'm your daughter? Did you like being invited here too?"

Azka smiled slightly.

"Yes, mommy would like to make a Snack box if there is an event here. I also know your mother because of the message Snack box you know."

"Owh.", why is there such a strange feeling in my chest when Azka told me about my round.