My Wrong?
18.Frenzy

Imagining Ali with her sex clothes makes the desire to manly Helmi wake up excited to be completed, but Helmi as much as possible try to resist the desire to pounce on his wife because of self-esteem. Helmi hopes Ali will turn himself in as usual, if that happens Helmi swears she will not release Ali for a second.

But the delusion remains a very impossible fantasy to be true, because until this moment Ali did not go out of the room again. Helmi was eager to knock on the door in front of her and asked for her right to Ali but was shut down due to self-esteem issues.

"Come on Al, come out are you not afraid of sin?" yell Helmi with frustration.

To eliminate the pain of the twitching, Helmi went up to her room and completed her solo career in the bathroom, this was the first time Helmi soloed throughout her life. But still hers could not sleep even though it had been almost an hour Helmi put her to sleep.

"Syall! why don't you want to sleep boy?" helmi asked with a downward look.

"Okay, we go to the usual right so you can sleep" said Helmi finally chose to go to the bar rather than soloing non-stop. Arriving at the bar, usually he would drink to get tired and then make love to the woman there, but this time Helmi came and immediately brought one woman into the room in this bar, although making love with j****g but from the shadow of Helmi himself is crowning a small body but contains the property of his wife.

"It's crazy Al," Helmi raved in the middle of her activities.

Until the next day Helmi came when the clock showed at 6 am, when he opened the door he saw his wife was neat with her work clothes. Helmi slowed down her steps because usually his wife would ask from anywhere, but unlucky to reach the end of the upper stairs Ali did not even glance at him he only focused on the cuisine in front of him.

"Syall! why not call me, come on Al, call me" grumbled Helmi, but still Ali did not call her until Helmi went into her room.

Actually Ali realized that Helmi had come home, but she was reluctant to ask from anywhere last night because Ali already knew that her husband must have gone to the bar, there was a sense of disappointment that plagued her when again her husband was more attractive to other women than her legitimate self to be his wife even though Ali had tried to die Matian to look more fresh and beautiful. Every Sunday Ali would go to the salon to take care of her body even Ali's clothes became a little more fashionable than they used to be, but it didn't seem like it made Helmi glance at her.

"Maybe I'm basically unattractive" Ali muttered and continued his work with a floating mind.

"Awhhhhh" hissed Ali when his hand was accidentally hit by a hot frying pan, Helmi who happened to have come down directly to Ali and brought Ali's hand to the sink faucet.

"It's hearty to cook again" Helmi said without looking at Ali's face, her heart racing as she indirectly embraced Ali's tiny body.

"Sorry," said Ali with blushing cheeks to withstand the turmoil as if there were thousands of butterflies tickling his body.

"There is no need to apologize" said Helmi then took Ali to the chair and sat him there, "Other times if you cook not much bengong" continued Helmi flat without displaying any expression when deep down he was quite worried.

"Dad," Ali replied nervously as Helmi was currently applying grilled ointment on her finger

"Udahh" said Helmi blowing the niup of Ali's hand that had been smeared with ointment. "You sit down, let me continue to cook" continued Helmi, Ali only nodded in agreement because Ali thought maybe he would not be able to cook because his hands blistered.

With his lips widened Ali was constantly smiling at Helmi who was struggling with her frying pan, there was a sense of haru when Helmi gave him a little attention, he said, Ali thinks Helmi is just a cruel monster who has no feelings but in fact Ali is one of Helmi's typical attention people but difficult to express.

"Why?" helmi asked as she caught Ali looking at her with a look of admiration.

"Eat" Helmi said and gave a plate of fried rice,

"I don't think you can cook" Ali said as he tasted Helmi's cooking which turned out to taste delicious on his tongue.

"You've only known me for a few months, there's still a lot of things I'm good at besides cooking" he said arrogantly.

"I see, by the way you saw fried rice last night? when I'm looking for nothing?"

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Helmi coughed as Ali questioned her fried rice, actually last night Helmi cooked the fried rice belonging to Ali and did not order food in the good. It was just his wits, because basically he was very curious about the taste of Ali's cuisine which was always praised by David for its delicacy.

"Mmm, that's. I threw it in the trash" said Helmi lying, because it's impossible if she had to admit if last night who ate food Ali is herself. "It is not good for health to eat leftover food yesterday" Helmi continued

I want it to feel Ali laughed out loud at Helmi's answer when she clearly knew, if last night Helmi devoured it vigilantly like a thief. Even if thrown into the trash it was impossible because Ali did not find any leftover rice in the trash, he wanted to reveal the true statement but closed because Ali knew her husband would be embarrassed

"Mm, I see," said Ali.

After finishing his breakfast Ali brought his old plate up the sink as he was about to wash the dishes Helmi took over his job.

"Let me, your hands are hurting" Helmi said, washing the dishes with her heart, although Helmi is a young entrepreneur but does not mind herself to do homework alone because all this time Helmi always does her own homework without the help of a maid.

"I left first" said Ali and extended his hand to Helmi who had finished washing the dishes.

"Let me take you"

"No need, I work in a cafe under Deket anyway from here" said Ali who immediately made Helmi's heart flower because actually Helmi wanted to know where Ali worked, because in fact Helmi wanted to know where she worked, it turns out that Ali works at a cafe that actually belongs to Helmi herself.

"Mm, alright" Helmi replied and gave Ali her hand.

After Ali left Helmi hastily followed Ali from behind he was still curious whether his wife was working in the cafe downstairs or just an Alibi.

But Ali's remark proved to be true because Ali went into the cafe and wore his apron waiters, but Helmi's gaze narrowed when she saw his wife called by a man she knew.