My Husband's Wedding (The Perfectly Demanded Wife)
84: Cheating?
Nurma's pregnancy was getting bigger because it was very close to HPL. Until the routine traveling trade work that the woman usually lives, no longer decorates her days. Now, Nurma spends her time at Syamsiah's mother's house while trying to find work. Because as the pregnancy grows, Nurma's health is also increasingly problematic. Nurma's body that remained large and far from se*k*si became more frail, besides the woman who had experienced high blood pressure and was very dangerous for her who was pregnant.
No longer trading around also makes Nurma no income. Therefore, Nurma became sasar*an soft mouth spicy Syamsiah mother. Moreover, the more days, myopic woman is getting worse and make Syamsiah's mother must be assisted.
“Bent, Mom. That someone bought. Warung again is quite rame, but if Mother screams continuously, there are neighbors are also afraid to buy!” sebal Nurma is still not appreciated by Syamsiah's mother. Though every day, although not directly completed directly, homework still he took care of. Including Shamsiah's mother's bath, Nurma also bathed the jahara woman.
No different from homework, the warung business is still Nurma who takes care, although not Nurma who shops because the situation is not possible. Budi who started smoothly the road was tasked with shopping for stalls in the midst of busyness of the man became a travel driver. Because even though he already does not have a private car, now Budi works for one of the famous travel managers in the next district.
Their economic situation is not okay. Everything is still lacking even though they work day and night. Almost every day eating only potluck, that's all if there is so that the stalls can still be filled. Let alone the business of taking care of yourself, just supplements and pregnant milk, or at least check the pregnancy regularly, no Nurma live because there is no money or time to do it. Nurma was even forced to evacuate her two children to the mother, not wanting her two children who must be starving as well to be the target of Shamsiah's mother who no longer believed the presumption of boys to be a source of sustenance. Who existed when Shamsiah's mother was fraternity, longing for Bandi and the treasures of the past, Al and El were also forced to turn on Bandi who had died for many years.
“Almost Syamsiah is indeed bloated!” cibir Nurma looked over as she stared at the door of Syamsiah's mother's room. While the intent of the word blustery is the same as not sane.
The aroma of perfume that was so fragrant and Nurma believed to be expensive, increasingly strong smell when finally the large-bodied woman entered the room. Nurma looks at the husband who is getting dapper day by day, apart from Budi who does have a handsome face above average, even Bandi ex-husband Nurma.
Honestly, Nurma was happy because she had a husband who returned handsome when stepping, Budi still looks pin*cang. Even though their busyness also makes them rarely make out, let alone routinely do relationship ranj*ang. Very contrast when there are still Saints and anything is fulfilled even though they do not work though. Which at that time, almost every day they could do it more than three times. Only, if Budi actually spent most of his work money for Budi's own self-care, Nurma objected, disagreed.
“Mas ...” Nurma tried to wake Budi who remained sound asleep even though he shook the man's arm firmly.
“I'm tired Nur, don't bother me just yet. Later pu*kul nine I have to pull again. Later please wake up,” reply Budi not one bit glanced at Nurma.
Budi remained on his stomach ignoring Nurma. Nurma who was dikeki and not the slightest bit of attention, immediately frowned.
“Mas, you've been working for a long time, how come the money never gets to me?” said Nurma deliberately ventured to offend Budi's salary. Where is the money from her husband's three months is so busy traveling that she is dry of affection, let alone material?
“Mas Budi also put on lipstick? Should it, to the extent? Mas Budi is a travel driver, not an artist let alone wari*a lip class should be polished-polished. But if it's swollen, he's taped*eng people or even out of teeth*t-gigi*tan?!” inner Nurma who has nothing is already emotional. His chest rumbled violently along with his blood which also seemed to instantly boil.
“Nurrr, it's at the stall someone bought! Why are you in the room? Know your husband came home directly gat*el! Kel*on continuesssss!” shamsiah's mom from out there.
Nurma was sure Shamsiah's mother was screaming from her bedroom doorstep. Nurma who was initially emotional deliberately set aside her anger because however she needed money. He must still take care of the stalls and as much as possible accommodate loyal buyers so that today he can still eat. Therefore, he also did not hesitate to take Budi's wallet secretly from the table. The owner is still missing.
“Alhamdullilah slap!” inward Nurma deliberately hid her husband's black wallet inside the waist negligee so that it was not detected by Shamsiah's mother who had an accurate money signal detector that exceeded Ojan's widow's signal detector.
“Ke*lon continues!” shamsiah's mother nagged when Nurma finally came out of the room and immediately closed the door carefully.
“Lah same husband himself yes kangen, commonplace. Is Mom not going to husband? Mother's husband in Jakarta continues to never come home, do not-don't be confused*in other women!” reply Nurma is no less cynical to Syamsiah's mother who until now still wears sunglasses as well as auxiliary sticks.
“Lambem*u well Nur, by the way!” shamsiah's mother's emotions do not hesitate to use a cane to help her way to memuku*l Nurma.
Although Nurma's stomach is large, facing rab*un women like Syamsiah's mother, Nurma is not a significant problem. Nurma still can avoid, although her bok*ong which is almost like a bokor laundry container, also to feel Syamsiah's mother's scepter. Due to the fact that Budi's wallet is full of toll bonds and used shopping ro*ok and drinks to the minimarket, more make Nurma sick.
“This expert, a fraction does not exist?” batin Nurma to purge Budi wallet which is not decorated with money at all.
Only bonds accumulate, other than a KTP.
“Uang Mas Budi where to? Yesterday he cheated because it is not possible also the money for Binar because I understand, mas Budi prestige to go to the house Sepri!” lirih Nurma stared at the frustration of the wallet and some of the bon that adorned the stall table.