Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Guests not invited

Towards the magrib, our car entered the courtyard of the villa. After the two of us got off, the pickup car left our villa.

But my eyes focused on the B-plate car in the courtyard beside the villa.

"Mas, is there a lot of guests?", I asked.

Azka. Azka knows who the owner of the car is.

"We go in, baby!", Azka took my hand.

Sure enough, in the living room I saw a beautiful woman sitting on the sofa while reading a fashion magazine. Seems to have seen it, but where?

"Hi, Ka? Where have you been?", he asked standing by us.

"Well, you're here? How did you know we were in the villa?", Azka told him with her cold face. Yes, Azka has a warm face and perverted if only two with me.

Wait.... wait....this is not.....???? When I met him at papa's house, he was wearing a hijab. How is this plontos now?

"What the hell doesn't Dara know?!" said Dara as she circled the two of us.

Ah, yes. Name's Dara!

"What business are you here for? And who let you in?", asked Azka again.

"Ka, we used to stay here a lot. Of course it was you who let me in.!", replied Dara casually.

Stay frequently? I looked into Azka's eyes. But Azka didn't see me at all. Like her she was very emotional seeing Dara's whereabouts in our villa.

"Go away, I just want to be with my wife?!", Azka said flatly. Me? I still choose silence.

"Azka....Azka ..bocil is like you said wife? He deserves to be your niece!", said Dara loudly.

Azka's hands clenched. But I grabbed her fingers, I wanted to calm her down. And sure enough, his fist that was stiff now began to loosen.

"It's none of your business. She's my wife, my life choice!", Azka said firmly.

"No Azka! You're just a responsible man who fulfills the trust of your ex-lover. As long as it's going to be like that. You became a teacher, because of Bianca. You married this leak because of Anisa! All is impure because of your wishes!", Dara blabbed at length.

"Dragon's talking to you Dara!", Azka had run out of patience. Her index finger was right in front of Dara's face.

"Mas, it's already .. it's up to brother Dara to say what. The important thing is that I believe in you! The proof of this?!", I rubbed my stomach which began to bulge.

Dara's eyes glanced at my stomach.

I'm writhing spoiled in Azka's arm. Occasionally rub his smooth cheeks. Azka smiled faintly.

"If there is no love between us, if we do all this by force...no there may be a baby grandpa in my stomach right??", ask me with the tone of voice I made spoiled.

"Of course baby, we do all this because we love so much."

Now Azka hugged me tightly. Dara who initially wanted to try to make a gap between me and Azka just now felt her own emotions.

"God! the leak! You know yourself dong! It should be the same age Lo was still thinking about the task. Not this smallness, until bunting again!", exclaimed Dara.

"Centil same husband is not wrong, why is there a sewot? Helloo.so women who have self-esteem dong. You are beautiful sister, can find any model man. Don't chase people's husbands continue to dong!", I said worse.

Dara is getting emotional. His crazy chest looks up and down.

"So gini kak, better now brother dara home. Or..em..search lodging near here aja also exist. Sorry, we just want to be alone y....?", said I pretended.

"God! This time I give! but look at it tomorrow! You will mrs already giniin me. Bocil base!", said the virgin as she stomped her feet leaving the villa.

After Dara died, Azka took me to my room. We will clean ourselves before the magrib prayer.

After the prayer, we sat down. Long enough we did it. Finally, we opened up the conversation.

"Because, you believe me?!", Azka rubbed my head.

"Heum!", I answered briefly. Then Azka grabbed me in her arms.

"I'm sorry, you have to be a precocious Na."

"Why should I apologize. You never held me back from doing anything. Importantly, we both understand each other and take responsibility for each other with our duties, our obligations...."

"Sssstttt..I am indeed lucky to have you Najma!", Azka hugged me even tighter.

"Mas, laper ...!", I said on the sidelines of our romantic scene, romantic according to me heheheheh.

"What do you want to eat? Want to get out, get some food?", asked Azka attentively. I'm shaking.

"How about fried rice? But...."

"But what dear..?", asked Azka curiously.

"I want you to cook. Keep abis it's you who nyuapin. Abis that...."

"OK. I cooked the fried rice, nyuapin you."

"It's not finished yet...!", I said spoiled.

"What else?"

"I want you to bribe her not with a spoon, but use this!", I pointed at her mouth.

Azka's smile expands.

"By pleasure!"

Both of them went to the kitchen to prepare a special dinner.