My wife's a fraud
I'm yours (End)

The doorknob swung, but Arki could not see who had entered his study from the table where he was sitting. He had to shift his chair to the back to see the person who came. The little creature ran cheerfully grasping the A3 picture book in his right hand, barely stepped on by his feet. In his left hand an assembled robot is hugged to the chest.

The little girl seemed excited to see her father. His appearance is a little unkempt. Mixture and match clothes that are not in harmony. Two stacked cardigans are brown and green, tutu skirts are pink, and socks are criss-crossed. One is floral and the other is tosca-colored.

Not to mention the lipstick splashing on his lips and braided hair two with a variety of clasps attached no reason.

Gita said her son is experiencing developmental stages according to his age. You can choose clothes and button them yourself, try to wear socks and shoes, including maybe dress up like your mother. Especially now that he is trying to show off his new hobby to Arki.

“Papaap!” Ilsa shouted while running towards Arki.

“Yes? How come your face is that shit? Here Papa netiin!” Arki carried her daughter sitting on her lap.

“This mikup kayak Mama,” reply sounds serious. Arki just laughed and took a few pieces of tissue then cleaned the lipstick on Ilsa's face.

“Ooh make up. Where do Ilsa wear make up?”

“Mau kayak Papap. No, Papapm! Micupnya not in tissue!” reject Ilsa while wriggling refused Arki to clean her face. “Here see Ilsha kelja,” she added raised her big picture book that almost slapped Arki in the face.

“What's new?”

Arki takes the picture book Ilsa gave him and spreads it out on the desk. The long-stretched image has eyes and mouth plastered on the paper. Some colors are also used to distinguish one character from another. Arki just smiled at his son's work. At the age of 4 years Ilsa is good enough to draw and color. He is also active and able to do many things. It seems that he does not have to worry because tomorrow Ilsa will start to enter kindergarten.

“This Mama, Ilsha, Papap, Oma, Om Adit, Om Iyan,” said Ilsa pointed to one by one the characters in his picture book.

“Papa's skin is red? Different by yourself anyway?” tanya Arki was confused to see a different image of herself with other characters.

“Soalya Papap likes it even, so walna melah. Om Adit said that even his body was like a demon,” said Ilsa plain.

Arki is confused, between wanting to laugh and upset listening to his daughter's explanation. Aditya is really a bad influence for his son. Moreover, Ilsa really likes his Om that. Surely all of Aditya's words will be heard by Ilsa.

Recently, Aditya began bringing his son a robot assembly until Ilsa was obsessed with having a gundam collection. Though Arki always gave her a beautiful and adorable doll, adjusting because Ilsa is a girl. However, for Ilsa the robot is more interesting.

“Ilsa,” calls Arki, makes his son turn his head and look at him. “Emang Papa looks like a demon? Papa's face is red?” arki looked serious.

Ilsa looked at him fixedly, knowing a hint of annoyance on her father's face. He smiled then raised his arm, pinching the air with his index finger and thumb. “Slightly,” he said then laughed.

Arki sighed. “This time Ilsa do not need to ask for more snacks with Papa. Asking the same Om Adit because Ilsa is more obedient and more horrified him. Later Papa Anterin Ilsa to stay with Om Adit and Oma,” said Arki feigned anger.

“Jangaan..!” yelled Ilsa then cried sobbing. A round of tears rolled down his cheeks. Ilsa hugged Arki's neck tight, frightened by Arki's words.

“Habis Ilsa says Papa likes to be angry like a demon. Stay with Om Adit gih!”

“Motions!” Ilsa was not willing. “Papap is not like a demon,” he continued still shed tears.

While her son sobbed, Arki enjoyed it by laughing and kept teasing him. Ilsa hugs Arki's neck getting tighter, unwilling to be abandoned and delivered to Aditya's place as her father had said.

Hearing the sound of her son crying loudly, Gita walks into Arki's study. He frowned seeing Ilsa look so sad, but Arki instead laughed cheerfully. Her husband must have done something fun again with their son. Always like that, Arki was so happy to tease Ilsa to tears. Finally, the one who had to bother calming him was Gita.

“Ilsa why? Papa why take Ilsa nangis gini, hm?” Gita grabs Ilsa from Arki's sling.

“Any-apain. Ilsa is spoiled and crybaby again. Aye, right? Papa is good,” said Arki who still can't stop laughing.

“Ilsha you are given the same Om Adit,” said Ilsa staggered between tears that began to subside a little.

“Habis Ilsa said Papa likes to be angry and looks like a demon anyway,” reply Arki.

“Bener Ilsa said like that?” tanya Gita confirmed. “Can't tell me it's like Papa. Disrespectful. Let's apologize Papa,” he continued.

“Papap, sorry,” murmured Ilsa. Arki replied to her with a smile and a kiss on her little girl's cheek.

“Yuk ah, Ilsa wash your face, brush your teeth and change clothes first. Abis it bobo deh, tomorrow Ilsa will start school,” said Gita walked outside the workroom Arki.

“No to bobo!” reject Ilsa.

“Ilsa want tomorrow bad luck and scolded Missnya? No?”

“Bobonya Mama.”

“Mama temenin to Ilsa bobo in room. Ilsa promised that the school would bobo itself in the room Ilsa.”

Gita goes into the room after putting Ilsa to sleep. He sees Arki who is still playing his phone on the bed and has not yet fallen asleep. Soon Gita joined the blanket and hugged her husband. The smell of mint emanated from the body of the man who was clean and ready to sleep it. Something that pleases and soothes the Gita when it is close to Arki.

“When will Ilsa have a sister?” arki suddenly said. Gita looked up at her husband with a strange look. “Ilsa is TK. So he can already have a sister,” he continued.

“Okay! Later if Ilsa is already 2nd grade SD. I'm still tired and want to enjoy a good sleep without the nangis child's interference. You are so good to be more relaxed, which takes care of me 24 hours!” gita's Omelette.

“I also took Ilsa time. Follow the saddle until the time staggering.”

“If until staggering means delay first and enjoy a good sleep kayak now. Two or three more years I just want to get pregnant again,” reject Gita firmly.

Arki just smiled and kissed his wife's forehead. “But if you make it every day can, right? Still wear IUDs, right? No way so also if someone patrolling secures,” said Arki teasingly.

“Ck .. say aja from earlier if again the mode request ration. Pake talking pingin have another child all.”

“Truly I nanyain, do not mean anything.”

Arki chuckles then drowns her kiss on Gita's lips. Start tracing the oral cavity with his tongue. Lying and frowning excitedly.

Her hands began to reach wildly on her thighs, revealing Gita's sleep dress made of satin to roll up her waist. Featuring a cover garment that protects his wife's secret parts. The rogue fingers swelled into the section. Pressing it deep until Gita gasps and releases the pagutan.

One by one the clothes that covered Gita's body in spite of his place. His stretched body lying under Arki was now plain without any cover. Of course, it is an easy target for both hands of her husband who immediately grasps the chest that is so tempting. The Gita's body remains beautiful and seductive even after giving birth. Arki could not possibly refuse something like this from his wife.

After enough warming to arouse desire, Arki is ready to rush into his secret places. Immerse the heirloom in warmth and insecurity that is hard to imagine. Something that must be felt in order to know that the world is as pleasant as it is when it comes to love.

Regular movement and rhythm are like burning both. Almost obliterates the consciousness around and drowns in pagutan and touch faster.

“Mamaaaa! Maamaaa!” whinek Ilsa stomped on the locked door knob.

Suddenly the two people who were enjoying the union were shocked to hear it.

“Candy bobo with Mamaa,” say voice behind the door. It was obvious he was crying and whining spoiled.

He wasn't willing if his business stopped in the middle of the road. But his wife had already gotten rid of Arki who was shackling him. Her hands deftly took the scattered dress, tidied her long hair and still had time to glare at Arki to get dressed immediately.

“Mamaaa!”

“Iya, Ilsa. A minute!”

When Gita opened the door, the little girl rushed straight into her mother's arms. He was held and placed in bed. Ilsa looked happy now, her cries died down and she kept hugging Gita. At first glance he looked at his father who was standing bare-chested on the edge of the bed.

“Papap kok not wearing clothes?” Ilsa asked confusedly.

“Papa. So Papa undress. Tuh see the dryness, gitu” reply Gita help answer.

“AC light!” Ilsa.

“Iya, it's been copied.”

Arki just kept quiet and joined the bed. His face looked sour as his game was cut off all of a sudden. He just looked at Gita with great regret and high hopes to continue the struggle. But Gita doesn't care. Busy asking Ilsa to pray before going to bed and reply to her son's babble.

“Ilsa why the hell move to Papa's room? Didn't I promise you that school won't sleep with Papa and Mama again?” arki.

“Ilsha belom school. School tomorrow, so bobo sendilnya tomorrow,” reply Ilsa do not want to lose. Gita just laughed at her son's answer. “Papap don't want kiss good night?” Ilsa looked up at Arki.

Despite his annoyance and arrogance, Arki would still not be able to scold his son just because of a trivial matter like this. He snorted and then smiled. A kiss landed on his son's cheek. Not an ordinary kiss but a straw on the round cheeks until flushed.

“Jijiiik,” whining Ilsa who then cried to find her cheeks wet because of her father's actions.

Gita hits the arm and glares at her husband full of warning. Fortunately Ilsa's cries soon subsided, replaced by drowsiness that was increasingly difficult to resist. The little girl fell asleep shortly afterwards. Leaving her parents awake and conscious. Stare at each other, code and whisper suspiciously.

“No need ah! I'm losing my mood. You sort yourself out on the toilet,” whispered Gita refused Arki's request to continue the game is not over.

“Ck, Ah!” decih Arki was upset and then got out of bed and out of the room. Finish something he can't hold back. Even if you have to do it alone.

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“ILSA MAUDY WIBISANA!” call a green hooded teacher to pass on his new students.

“I!” reply Ilsa raised a hand cheerfully.

After making sure Ilsa doesn't cry or tantrums on her first day of school, Gita soon catches up with Arki in the car park. Gita will pick her child back up before lunch, as instructed by the school to parents. They prioritize and teach independence to their students, so parents do not need to wait until their children finish learning.

Arki chose his own school for his son. Even he had planned to go to school any choice Ilsa could make as an adult. Gita believed in her husband. After all, Arki also took an education that did not play around with his quality so far.

“I have permission not to enter today,” said Arki told Gita when his wife had just sat in the side chair.

“Why should permission? I can pick up Ilsa myself later in the day.”

“The office usually gives permission for parents who nganter their children first school. Don't worry.”

“That's not what it means. What do you want to do on holiday? Inspiration is also again in class and learn.”

“Ya just spent the same time as you. Don't you want to be with me? Should the three continue to do so now?”

“Yes no hell.”

“I want to continue my unfinished business last night,” said Arki manatap attached to Gita. “You want in hotel or at home?” continue without further ado.

Gita laughed at her husband's words, as well as the expression he gave her was very serious. “You're still upset because it's not right?”

“It. Dongkol sampe to ubun-ubun. Play alone is not good,” he exasperated.

Gita laughed harder. He glanced at the clock that was circling in his left hand. “We have 4 hours to finish our business. Just do whatever you want, I’m yours.” Gita looked at her husband who was now smiling brightly.

“Because at hotel or at home?” tanya Arki turned on the vehicle and started to leave the school parking lot.

“Home alone. While soaking in the bathtub?”

“I like the idea.”

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Hi everyone!

Thank you for reading until the end.

Thanks for the support too. Like, comments, gifts and favorites. May all of you be entertained by stories from author Remahan like me.

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Currently, the author has not written a new novel. Although the story draft is already a lot on the laptop.

Because this month I want to focus on working, making a portfolio and actually CV. Including being skinny online again. (Sorry vent) 😂😂😂

I can't focus on making a new novel. Hopefully, February can work again yaa~

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