Not the Perfect Wife
162. S2 - Move
Today Aydin and Nayla will move into the man's apartment. Yasna and Rani help out. Emran went to the office. Afrin also went to school in her papa.
They no longer need to clean the apartment because before, Aydin had paid people to clean all the rooms. Without some new items that were deliberately purchased by the man.
Nayla's situation has improved. The guests have arrived. That of course makes Aydin disappointed because he had to take a vacation first to enjoy the shahdu and turbulent night with his wife.
Yasna and Rani go to the nearest supermarket. There is no food in the refrigerator. In the apartment only stay Aydin and Nayla. An opportunity that the man did not want to waste.
Aydin saw Nayla arranging clothes in the closet. The man immediately hugged his wife from behind making the woman screech in surprise.
"Mas, just ngagetin. What if I hang?" nayla Gerrick.
"From that moment you were busy, I was taken" murmured Aydin with his nose tracing his wife's neck.
"Who's nyuekin you, Mas? We're all busy, aren't we?" sahut Nayla. She felt overwhelmed because of her husband.
"You must not be busy. This will let Rani be in order. You sit just like me. We moved here too so we could be alone, right?"
Previously, Aydin had said that they would be more free when living alone. Nayla is a woman who is shy to show her affection in front of others, or her own family.
"Alright, come on, sit down! But, don't ask Ms. Rani to settle down. let me take care of myself later. My husband's only need is for me to touch him."
"Yes, it's up to you."
Nayla sat on the bed leaning against the head of the bed. Aydin chose to lie down with Nayla's thighs. The man's head was facing his wife's stomach.
"Darling, how many children do you want?" aydin asked while rubbing Nayla's stomach. Occasionally the man kissed his wife's flat stomach and was covered in clothes.
"I'll do it, Mas. No matter how many children we have, I will be very happy" Nayla replied with a smile. "But, Mas, what if I can't give you a child? Are you going to leave me?"
Every woman must have the same fear, as Nayla felt. Various kinds of bad thoughts are reflected in everyone's mind. It is only prayer that they hang so that what is feared does not happen.
"Don't talk like that. There's a pepetah saying speech is prayer so, keep every word out of your mouth."
"Sorry, Mas. I'm just afraid of something unwanted" said Nayla by lowering her head and Aydin could automatically see his wife's sad face.
The man soon wakes up from his sleep and embraces Nayla's shoulder for her to lean on. As strong as a woman, must also need a place to lean and Aydin knows it.
"I want to tell you something about Mom. I told him there was no meaning whatsoever, just want you to know that my family does not mind everyone's shortcomings" Aydin said. He was silent for a moment to see his wife's reaction.
Nayla was silent, she felt there was something about Yasna and it was very important. The woman waited for her husband to continue his story.
"Actually, Mother Yasna is not my birth mother. Papa was married to my mother when I was twelve. When you first brought your mother home, I didn't like her, I used to jail her and work on her."
Flowing Aydin's story about his introduction to Yasna until now he has been married. The man told me everything without anyone missing a single bit. Even for the very small things he told me.
Nayla was surprised. He did not expect that Yasna was just a contact mother because she was so sincere in loving Aydin and Afrin. Anyone would definitely feel the same way while in the midst of that family.
"Mother has never been angry with me, let alone Afrin. He was always patient with our mischief. It also made our family love him so much, including my late mother's family. Mother also always reminded us to come to the tomb of mama. Tomorrow we go to mama's grave, okay? I haven't introduced you to him yet" Aydin said.
"Therefore, never think ill of me and my family. We are not people who like to interfere in each other's personal affairs. Only if we get into trouble will they intervene."
"So, did you ever get into trouble?" nayla asked with a look at Aydin.
"It seems like my mother has arrived. Come on, let's get out! Not good in the room continues," said Aydin diverted the conversation.
The man pulled Nayla's hand to follow her. The woman simply complies. He doesn't know if Aydin's goal is to take him out of the room, just to divert the conversation.
Aydin was grateful to see Yasna in the kitchen with Rani. The sight of so much being bought by his mother made the man shake his head.
"Mother, how many people want to eat this? It's just me and Nayla. Why buy so much food?" ask Aydin.
"Create supplies later. You guys work together, must be busy so, Mother deliberately shopping a lot."
"Whatever, Mother, just."
"Afrin is coming here. We'll have dinner to celebrate your move. It's okay, right?"
"It's okay, but Mommy don't cook. Let me just go. Mommy at home has cooked time here cook too?"
Aydin knew, Yasna must be happy when asked to cook, but she did not want to treat her parents like a maid in her residence. The man prefers to talk and joke with his mother.
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At night everyone gathered in the middle room. They held rugs to eat together because the dining table did not fit. Various dishes are already lined up there.
Rani also participated this time. Yasna had already said that today her ART was to forget about her status for today and consider them family. Although the woman nodded, but she was still limiting herself and Yasna was unwilling to force.
"So, if I go home again, can I stay here?" ask Afrin.
"Can't." It was not Aydin who answered, but Yasna.
"Why can't you, Mother?" ask Afrin with a frown.
"If all the children of Mother go, Mother who is the same?" Yasna's voice was starting to crackle.
He had been holding him back from morning to not cry with Aydin's move. However, the woman was already completely unable to hold back her tears anymore. The more detained, the more tight his chest.
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