My soul mate Mas Duda Jutek
Chapter 31

"Astaghfirullah .. why don't you understand Mas," Nahla's mind as she groaned over the pain of walking into Icha's room. Cowering next to his daughter while trying to sharpen and quickly meet the dream so that the pain is gone.

Why did Mas Hanan seem to not understand, or the man did not understand that the woman sometimes experienced this kind of pain. Nahla smears eucalyptus oil to smear her stomach to warm up a little and hopes to gradually disappear.

Until meeting in the morning, Nahla falls asleep in Icha's room and finds time is past dawn. The woman got up, got out of bed. First fix the Icha blanket to feel comfortable.

When Nahla returned to the room, Mas Hanan was still sound asleep. There was a sense of intent to wake him up because it was already dawn. Suddenly, he was confused himself. Let alone fear sin. So the choice to build after Nahla shower was also his choice.

"Mas, wake up is past dawn!" nahla shakes her shoulders slowly.

"Olive .. just love!" chirp Hanan just like that.

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That woman's heart is breaking, Olive? Wasn't Olive the name of his late wife. Is the man aware of what is being said? Or just dream as a sleeping flower. Suddenly Nahla's heart was in pain. She does not want to be prejudiced, trying to be patient maybe her husband dreams and carried away to delirious.

"Not Mas, it's me Nahla. It's dawn wake up! I'm ready to change and water, right?" nahla said with a feeling of discomfort and pain. He just camouflaged it to look fine. Although his heart was actually beating.

"Eh, sorry Dek, I'm awake!" Hanan gasped as if he was caught making a mistake. Straight to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Nahla herself, began to connect her prejudice at that time with Hanan's attitude lately and this morning really mentioned her name.

"Astaghfirullah .. why do you gini Mas, I do not want to be bad to think of you, but your attitude sometimes makes me confused," Nahla began to doubt.

The woman came out of the room after preparing her husband's change of clothes. As usual, prepare breakfast. Just woke up Icha. Take care of all Icha's needs this morning and come out to the dinner table together.

"Bag darling!" haanan welcomed his daughter.

"For Pa! How am I the only one my mom called?" chirps Icha make Hanan smile.

"Mama dong too, morning Ma!" haanan then approached snatching his right cheek with a gentle smile. However, his worried heart did not respond to anything. Let alone the pink hue, his heart was even annoyed at his planless attitude and made people confused.

"Again" he answered flatly. Thin smile forced Nahla to reward behind the taste of the good that this morning began to whack.

Nahla eats quickly, focusing on the contents of her plate. Go first pack to the back after completion.

"Icha after breakfast yes, mama leave first, be careful later papa!"

"Yah .. not with Ma anymore," lamented Icha looks disappointed.

"And together papa, later mama ngekor Icha car, how?"

The little girl frowned, making Nahla even more confused while Hanan was even fun to bribe her breakfast just like that.

"I want to be together with Mama to ride a motorcycle," said Icha enthusiastically.

"Honey, the departure is the same papa, it will be noon after coming home there is also a mother at home."

Icha back frowning, the obedient girl did not dare to interrupt much if her father had told her to make a decision. Actually pity is also the same Icha, but what is the power that is not so heard the talk.

"Mas, what pa-pa does go with me, rather than want to go without that spirit," pinta Nahla softly.

"No, let's go with me. Icha it actually takes a lot of time with you, you should not just resign from school. My salary is more than enough without you having to work."

Again Hanan said what made him clearly in shock. Does the man not know his struggle to become an educator. Although it looks simple, every day is tasked with educating the nation's children. Nahla is not possible to take off just like that, after all, she can still take care of the house and also the family even though she still works.

"How's Deck?" the man was clearly asking for certainty.

"I thought about it first, Mas" replied Nahla clearly disagree. His heart grew more upset, but he held it as he could.

"No pa-pa now go with papa, Icha will be able to be with mama after school. Mom went straight home. Here hug the same kiss first." Nahla stretches her hand. The girl splashed in her arms.

Icha no longer whine spoiled after being pacified, proved the little girl was very obedient with her mother. He left with his father without drama.

"From school straight home?" order Hanan before finally getting into his car. Nahla drove their car in front of her. The woman claxed as she was about to overtake on a different path.

Arriving at school ready to dismiss for a moment the problem at home. Focus on educating the son of the nation kutri who has entrusted the shoots of the nation as a place to learn.

A little amused, even a moment of forgetting after a busy day. Battling with the theme of numbers lined up has become his daily food.

"There question? Or something is not clear!" nahla interrupted her students.

A few moments later, everyone looked forward. Some are starting to think about how to do it.

"If you already understand the work from the numbers 1-5 first the rest can be completed at home in the PR book."

After teaching the last session, Nahla is not yet interested in going home. Though yesterday he really wanted to go home quickly, but why now it feels saturated and not at home if not aware of his responsibility to the status and also pity Icha.

"Go home!" exclaim Mr. Agam pamit first.

"Yes sir, catch up!" sahut Nahla nodded with a smile.

He is good at keeping all his heart's treatises. Honestly, Nahla is embarrassed that her new marriage for corn has to be extinct.

Nahla came home feeling not seminar usually. At home, do the usual activities. Busy with Icha and other housewife jobs.

"Icha, can you ask me?" tanya Nahla began to be aware of her husband's cold attitude all along.

"Yes Ma, you can, just ask," Icha replied no problem.

"Icha has a photo of my mom Icha's bladder, right? I mean Mama, Mama Nahla wants to know, must be beautiful yes rich Icha."

"A lot, in papa's room. Styled neatly, Icha can not playin or open it."

"Owh .. Where is it stored? Mama can contact dong, want to know who has given birth to a little girl as beautiful as Icha."

"Don't, if it's opened scolded by papa," the little girl refused to be honest.

"Where is it? Keep it in a faraway place?"

"Not Ma, here Icha points, but don't say the same papa. Later papa gets angry Icha is afraid."

"Okay dear," said Nahla forced to go to find out her husband's true feelings. Because Nahla began to feel Mas Hanan close and soft only when needed, the rest was so cold and jutek. As if they were not husband and wife partners. Has he married her just as a nanny? Or even as a place of orgasm that needs to be channeled.

"Oh my God .. why is it sick," the inner Nahla screamed.