My Wrong?
67.

In the afternoon Helmi came home just as usual, there was no look of sadness or disappointment implied in his eyes there were only loving eyes left there as he looked at the face of the wife who ran small towards him.

"Why not angkringan hm?" helmi asked as the wife was already in her arms.

"Let the same son of Mr. Yanto ajah who ngurus, I just want to take care of the husband doang" said Ali with eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Are you tired of it?" tanya Ali looked up at the lethargic face of the husband but did not bother to display a big smile on him.

"You see every day, even though I have to be a pelvis like I will not feel tired" said Helmi who immediately got a pinch on her stomach. "Sick baby," whined Helmi sulked.

Like night they usually spend time in bed by warming each other's bodies.

Until the morning Ali woke up when the clock was showing at 12 pm, well this morning her husband invited her back to exercise so inevitably she had to want to serve the husband who is notoriously crazy with unification.

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The sound of laughter down there made Ali wake up from his soft bed, he got up and took out a long dres and instant veil to cover his reddened hair and neck.

"It's not possible either, is it? I am confused, must believe or not, after all you often sleep with Angel without safety she is not pregnant at all, turn to sleep with me she even immediately ngaku pregnant, even immediately ngaku pregnant, you think I want to believe the same words j****g like Angel, I'm sure who sleeps without security just as he's not just me" gerutu Verrrel who immediately got a throw of slippers from someone who was now looking at him full of anger.

Verrel could only dumbly glance back and forth with a confused look while Leo's eyes could not be separated from the current scene where the woman who attracted their attention these few months, was, now in front of them with a stern look.

"Based on a pervert, he wants good!" ali shouted thunderously throwing all the items nearby.

He understood that even though he did not hear their words from the beginning, he was sure if the Angel they were talking about was his friend Angel, if not Angelica where else.

"Honey.... STOPP... Are your hands not sore hm?" tanya Helmi held Ali's hand and grasped it by occasionally peeping the back of the wife's hand to relieve her anger a little

"STOPP you said? you see this bastard? she should have protected Angel who was pregnant with her son, not mocking him here" Ali shouted with teary eyes.

Ali felt what Angel was feeling. Which woman is not hurt when judged only by her behavior, no one wants to listen to the words of sinners like Angel. He remains a human once in a while his life telling the truth without any lies.

"Where are you going?" helmi asked after the wife who was in a hurry.

"Don't mind my business, just take care of your crazy friend" Ali said, then closed the bathroom door.

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Helmi can only stroke his chest with a change in his wife's mood. He had to be extra patient with his grumpy wife.

"Is she your wife?" verrel and Leo asked with lethargic faces. Well they don't know who Helmi's wife is yet, because yesterday they always met outside Helmi's room if visiting the friend in her office.

"Hmm," replied Helmi nodding in agreement with a resigned face if at any time his wife would ask him to sleep separately again if he did not finish Verrel's affairs.

But Helmi's current focus is the disappointed look of the friend who looks like a broken teenager because it was decided by the lover.

"Heyy hey hey.... Is there a pa with your face huh?!" tanya Helmi raised her chin with furrowed brows.

Helmi's memory returns to the ambiguous utterances of her two best friends, where they fell in love with the hijab women who were never afraid to defend anyone even though they faced the rulers in this country.

"Don't tell me that the woman who made you sick is my wife" said Helmi, staring intently at Verrel, who could only sigh in relief.

"How else," said Verrel resigned with the rampage Helmi next.

"Suck!" helmi yelled, pushing Verrel's body to the back of the sofa, his hands clenched, ready to throw a punch at the man who had dared to love his wife. But his punch came to a halt in space as a snorting sound stopped his action.

"Ckk! I'll go, never look for me" Ali said, then walked out.

"Darling where are you going? wait" cried Helmi tried to chase after the wife who walked in a hurry with neat clothes even without a polish on her face at all.