NAUGHTY WIFE GUS HANDSOME
The Market

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"Do you know where he is?" gus Irham asked after Farhan was not seen.

"Mas Irham, Mas Farhan?" Gus Irham did not answer, but from the look of his face that looks serious Acha knows if the person in question is Farhan.

"On the road. At that time I was accidentally almost hit by a car, but fortunately there was Farhan who nolongin if not, do not know," explained Acha.

Gus Irham just nodded and before long the order came so that paused the chat until the plate was empty.

"Mas your anter!" gus Irham said it sounded like an order after they were in the parking lot.

"No need Mas, you must be tired," rejected Acha smooth. He knew Gus Irham must be exhausted after completing the study.

"Can't fight, it's late. Danger girls coming home alone!"

Acha thought there was a point in what he said, let alone the road to his boarding house now not as safe as it used to be. There are thugs who often deny in post security guards and often disturb him.

But lucky today it seemed like they didn't exist so she was safe. Gus Irham immediately went home after making sure the girl went inside and he immediately went home.

At half-nine past ten minutes Gus Irham arrived at his house and saw Alira asleep in the living room with a hand holding a photo album. Gus Irham felt pity, surely the girl was waiting for him to come home.

Actually, if Mr. Sadewa is not sick, it feels like he invited Alira to accompany him, but the situation is not possible.

Gus Irham sat down by Alira's side taking the album then sighed deeply.

Opening the album piece by piece, Gus Irham pulled both corners of his lips when he found a photo of himself and Alira as a child. Apparently his wife had not realized if the one who was carrying him was her.

Gus Irham kept the album to the table and then slowly lifted Alira's body into the room and then with the same movement also laid her on the mattress, looked at her briefly before then out again to her room-in-law.

"Sir Irham" said Mr. Sadewa when he saw his son-in-law coming.

Gus Irham came in and pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed.

"How is Papa doing now?" ask Gus Irham.

"Better, thank you, son."

"Why Papa is grateful, this has become my duty as a child Papa," he replied calmly.

Mr. Sadewa just smiled. He is lucky to have a son-in-law like Gus Irham. If only his son were still there, it would have been as big as Gus Irham because they were only two years old, but where did the child now be? Whether still alive or .. ah, sometimes he wishes if the child was still there and they could meet. How happy he is.

But maybe? It's been years and Alira doesn't know if she has an older brother.

Gus Irham returned to the room and as he expected, Alira did not move from the position at all as she laid him there.

"Basar putri sleeps," he muttered and shook his head before moving on to the sofa and then sleeping.

Perhaps because of too tired Gus Irham just woke up when faintly heard the morning prayer reverberating in the mosque, he immediately woke up and went to the mosque.

"Well, Papa's going to the mosque?" his question when he found his father-in-law was dressed in cocoa complete with peci and sarong. And the prayer is slung on the shoulder.

"Yes, Son. Papa hasn't prayed in a long time."

"But Papa just healed?"

"No, Papa's already feeling healthier. Looky!" Mr. Sadewa twirled his body, moving it in his hand to convince Gus Irham that he was well.

"Too you so we go now!"

"Come, Pah."

"Alira?"

"He's still sleeping."

"Huh, that kid. Not to change either" sighed Mr. Sadewa. Though he hopes by marrying Alira to Gus Irham his daughter will change, but in fact?

They leave immediately.

"Why am I here? Who moved in?" Alira recalls falling asleep on the living room couch last night while waiting for Gus Irham to come home.

However, he did not remember anything then who brought him to the room? When did he walk while crashing? Do not want to be dizzy finally Alira decided to wash his face all ablution then pray.

After worship Alira only realized if he was alone in the room, he could not find Gus Irham. Alira grunts annoyed. His mind was floating everywhere.

"Is it possible that he slept in the woman's place?" Alira began to digress, but not without cause. Naturally if he thinks so, if he does not see it directly maybe he does not easily believe it.

Her husband was a big Kyai son so it was impossible to have an affair, but this she saw with her own eyes, her husband sitting alone with a woman who was not a mahram. Is it worth it to be done by a married man?

"Wife?" Alira feels silly herself when calling herself 'wife'. Is not the duty of a wife to serve her husband?

Alira shook her head in frustration, what should she do now?

Alira continued to ponder until she did not realize that the door to her room was knocking.

"Not locked!"

Nurul goes in and asks if Alira wants to eat today because she wants to go to the market. After thinking for a while, Alira decided to go shopping with the girl.

"But, Non, the market is much later Non Alira tired?"

"No matter what I want to come, period!"

Nurul finally relented and let Alira come with him. Alira looked excited. This was the first time he had ever been on a public transport and had gone to the market. Alira just followed and noticed what the hijab girl was doing.

The girl also bargained for groceries and Alira was amazed to see them. All the time he had just seen the way people shop at the market because all this time he knew was just staying to eat.

"How many chickens?"

"40 grand, Neng."

"very expensive? 35 Did I buy three kilos?"

The chicken man thought for a moment and nodded. Sometimes he also glanced at Alira.

"His body, Neng?" he asked Nurul, he had often seen the girl shopping, but this was the first time Nurul brought a friend and he thought Alira was very beautiful and looked like a child.

"No. She ...," Not yet Nurul finished his sentence Alira had interrupted and said if he was Nurul sodara from East Java.

"Non Alira why don't you be honest about Non, it's my employer?" Nurul felt bad because of Alira's words earlier.

"Make what?"

"But ...," Again Alira cut off her speech.

"Don't talk about it and don't call me Non, I'm not rich anymore!" Alira. He felt unworthy to be given frills in front of his name.

"Then what should I call dong?"

"Whatever, the name can be."

"Not polite ah, Ma'am Alira how?"

"That's better. What else are we buying now?"

Nurul checked the list of groceries his aunt wrote.

"It's all, Non, uh, Ma'am.

"When we go home, yuk! Hot."

They then walked out of the market while carrying the canton of rustling in hand. While waiting for the angkot Alira occasionally wiped her sweaty face. Nurul took pity to see it, but it was only eight o'clock and the sun was not too hot, but Alira was already soaked by her own sweat.

Suddenly a car stopped right in front of them and the glass opened.

"Need a ride?"