NAUGHTY WIFE GUS HANDSOME
Small Ruckus In The Train

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The carriage they were riding on continued to go at high speed, Alira who was sitting by the window stared out. Trees and houses lined up on the rails seemed to run backwards. Gus Irham let it go, maybe his wife is not wanting to be disturbed.

The man then pulled out a small book containing notes, checking back on the schedule he had arranged a few days ago. Actually there are still two places that he must go to fill the study in place of his brother, but Kyai Syarif's condition is increasingly worrisome and even must be treated in the hospital all so he was forced to cancel.

Gus Irham took a deep breath as he recalled his brother. The man was a lot of meritorious included in his survival.

Retain the note and turn to the brown hooded girl in front of him. Asya like being cool with her world, the girl was playing mobile phone while occasionally her smile expands and looks embarrassed whether chatan is the same who.

In his late wife who was still like before, did not move a little or just shifted places. Ah, Gus Irham felt like he was between two strangers when he was with his wife and sister, but Gus Irham understood. Maybe Alira still has a hard time leaving her papa.

"Huh." A heavy sigh rang out from Alira's mouth. The woman had finished daydreaming, the rudder turned her gaze to her husband.

"Why?" then asked because Gus Irham kept staring at him intensely. The man nodded slowly while smiling.

"It's okay. What are you stitching about?"

Article, since getting on the train Alira was seen not excited.

Ali did not answer. Actually, he was thinking about the change in Farhan's attitude earlier, why the man had come with Asya. What they....

"Nothing, just Abah's thoughts with Ummi anymore." For what reason he lied, but indeed he was also thinking about the situation of his two in-laws.

"Ohh, I think what. We pray that Abah will not be okay and he will recover soon."

"Aamiin's."

"The cha! Cha!" call Gus Irham to his sister because since then the girl is more focused on the thin object in his hand rather than interested in chatting.

"Huh? Yes, Irham, what's wrong?" sahut Asya turned a glance and then returned to playing the phone. His fingers were so agile that they danced over the buttons.

Gus Irham took a deep breath as she bellowed at Asya's behavior that seemed to have not changed.

"Again chat with who the hell, to forget the same friends themselves?"

Asya realized then hurriedly save his phone and then grinned.

"Sorry, Mas. Piss." Lifting his two fingers up as a sign of apology.

"I'm sorry for Alira!"

Asya's view turned to the woman next to Gus Irham. "Sory yes, Al, I forgot you were."

"No pa-pa, who are you talking to?" As long as they were new friends this time Asya was indifferent when with him. Usually the girl was so happy to chat with him.

Once again Asya grinned to show a row of neat teeth, scratching his head covered with hijab even though not itchy.

"That's .. anu. Who .. emmm." Suddenly Asya became groggy, he was confused between having to lie or tell the truth.

"Yes, if you don't want a story yet, but then a story, okay?"

"Every Sister-in-law." The behavior of Asya who put his hands on the temple like a soldier invites laughter from Gus Irham and Alira.

"Alira?" The greeting of someone made the three people turn their heads in a voice. Standing not far from Gus Irham was a strange man, but not to Alira, the woman's face was instantly deathly pale.

"Ricky," muttered Alira almost silently.

"Hey. What I'm saying is, we're a fool. The proof is we meet again." She nodded with a smile that was hard to understand.

The man then without permission sat beside Asya making the hijab girl uncomfortable and shifted to the window.

"I-I want to go to East Java," replied Alira nervously then her gaze turned to her husband. Gus Irham was ordinary.

"East Java? A vacation? If that's a coincidence. I also want to go to my house. How about a vacation together?" The man who was none other than Ricky raised his eyebrows to tease Alira.

Once again Alira turned to Gus Irham, the man with the title of her husband still showed an ordinary and calm attitude.

"Oh yeah, who are you?" ask Ricky again. Alira did not answer, but with a tail of eyes that occasionally glanced at Gus Irham Ricky began to understand. "Oh, same Om lo, huh?"

Hearing the name 'Om' both Gus Irham, Alira also Asya patterned. Youngster. That's what's on their minds right now. Although indeed, Ricky looks younger and trendy.

Ricky wears black jean pants combined with a matching colored leather jacket. Unlike Gus Irham who wore a maroon red cocoa dress, making it look mature.

"Don't be polite. Who the hell is he, Al?" The girl asked a question while glancing at Ricky.

Not yet had time to answer Asya Ricky's question interrupted, his right hand gradually in front of Asya.

"I'm Ricky, a close friend of Alira's High School time."

Asya just stared at the hand without intending to shake it made Ricky pull it back.

"Oh, sory. Not muhrim, right? Ohiya, Al, what was my offer?"

"Can't! Alira has a husband!" With a stroke Asya answered.

"Huh? Husband? Really married, Al?" ask Ricky to make sure.

"Yes really. Next to her was her husband. He's my brother." Again Asya who answers the question.

Ricky scanned Gus Irham from top to bottom and then his cheeks grew as he held back the laughter that was about to break. Seeing that Asya was getting upset, the girl then hit the man's arm.

"Well, are you laughing? Is something funny?" If they do not remember they are in the car want it to feel Asya stuffed the man's mouth with a washcloth.

"Haha." Ricky finally couldn't help but laugh. He even laughed out loud enough to make the passengers on the train look at him.

While Gus Irham did not react to anything even though he was becoming a laughing stock by others. The man remained calm and calm as always. While Alira stared very furiously, she was eager to call Ricky, but her hand was held by Gus Irham as if telling him to stay calm.

"Have you been satisfied with her laughter? Please return to your seat!" Gus Irham said, inviting Ricky to leave.

"Lo who's upsetting me?"

"As As Asya has said, I am her husband Alira. If there is no need with my wife please leave because your presence is very disturbing our comfort."

Ricky's hands clenched, his jaw hardened, his teeth clapping at each other. "So really, you're Alira's husband?"

"Yes, he's my husband" Alira replied, no longer holding back. It used to be possible that a man like Ricky was a dream, but not anymore.

Ricky nodded in disbelief. "Can't be. Can't he be your husband?"

"Why is it not possible? Even I'm pregnant with our son." Alira said while holding her stomach to convince Ricky.

Hearing that Ricky looked shocked, the man stood up and left with a face full of anger.

"Huh, finally go too." Alira can breathe a sigh of relief now that Ricky's gone, but. "Why on earth would I like that?"

Asya also Gus Irham is now looking at him with an unusual expedition. Asya with a happy twinkle, while Gus Irham with a thousand questions terbesit in his head.

"You ... Are you really pregnant, Al?" ask Asya to make sure.