Not the Perfect Wife
233. S2 - She's my wife
"Darling, how come I've been drugged?" rajuk Khairi hugged his wife from behind.
"Mas, I'm doing my job. It's going to have to be collected tomorrow" said Afrin, who is still typing something on his laptop.
"Later on, now I want to be watched with you" said Khairi who increasingly disrupted Afrin activities.
"Later on, my. I really have a lot of work."
"Where, take a look," said Khairi who approached his wife's laptop screen. "I help, yes!"
"May," Afrin replied with a smile. However, everything was beyond his estimation.
Khairi instead of helping, she interfered with her work making Afrin snort annoyed. If it is like this, the work will be longer and not finished. All of this should be handed over tomorrow. Yesterday he was busy with the wedding, only today can the woman do it, but Afrin just can not do it.
"Cock, closed, honey?" khairi asked as Afrin turned off her laptop.
"You're bothering you know, anyway! My work is not done, it is getting longer" Afrin grumbled with a frown.
"In the end, I want to be spoiled with you. Some of you are taught to eat dinner outside do not want, say a lot of tasks from campus, but from earlier not finished-finished."
"You've been bothering me, so it's getting longer."
Afrin is really upset. Her husband is the smartest to give up, it's useless to blame him. There must be a reason. The door of their room was knocked on by someone, followed by a voice calling Khairi for dinner.
"Mr Khairi, Mr. Hamdan and Mrs Merry are already waiting downstairs for dinner" Bik Asih called.
"Yes, I'll be down in a moment" Khairi said with a slight shout. "Come, Honey. Everyone's waiting for us to have dinner."
"Yes, Mum." Khairi and Afrin descend from their room to the dining room. There are already Papa Hamdan and Mama Merry, and Bik Asih and Fatma who are still busy preparing the dining table.
"Mas, will I take it?" ask Afrin.
"May, this" Khairi said, giving Afrin his plate.
What Afrin did did did not go unnoticed by Mama Merry. I don't know, ever since that incident, whatever her daughter-in-law did was always wrong in the middle-aged woman's eyes.
"Well, all this Auntie cooks herself the same Fatma?" ask Mama Merry
"Yes, Madam. I also cooked my own breakfast and lunch together with Fatma. Clean-house is also the other two at a nice-to-eat sleep in the room."
Afrin who was taking food stopped her movement. He knows exactly who they mean. The girl felt as if she was in this house to help with the occupants' work.
"Oh, yes, Pa. I got an email from Ivan, he said Papa had to see it too. I forgot I didn't have a cell phone with me" Khairi said, turning to Afrin. "Honey, no papa, right, if I ask you to take my phone in the room!"
"Yes, Mas. I'll get it first." Afrin passed back to her room.
Khairi sees Afrin's departure. After his wife was not seen, he turned to look at the people in this room. Especially Mama Merry, the one who should be an example to her daughter-in-law. Now it hurts the heart of his wife.
"From this morning I was patient enough to face my mother. I know Mama took me to the mall just so I wouldn't go along with Afrin, but I tried to pretend I didn't know anything. Turns out I was wrong, the more here it seems like Mama can't treat her daughter-in-law well. If you mind where we are here, it's fine for me. I can get out of here with my wife!" khairi said by trying to hold back so that his voice was not loud. He didn't want Afrin to hear himself get angry.
"Mama didn't mean it that way. Ma—"
"Sorry, sir, it was sa—"
"Don't tell me what Aunt meant by that, not my wife! Everyone also knew without Bibi saying his name," Khairi said before Bik Asih continued his words. "I married Afrin for my wife. Not to help Aunt's work."
Actually Khairi still wanted to continue his words, but he heard the sound of footsteps. The man knew his wife was coming. Khairi pretended to do nothing and continued eating.
Afrin who had just entered the dining room felt strange. Everyone suddenly fell silent and stared at him and looked down. In his heart he asked what was it? Did something happen while he was gone? However, Khairi and Papa Hamdan look ordinary.
"Mas, here's the cell phone" Afrin said slowly, handing her husband a cell phone.
"Yes, thank you, honey. I'd like to take you out to eat for a while. The food here is not good. Come on!"
"Where to go?"
"Anywhere."
"So he said he'd like to see Papa's email?"
"Papa said he saw. Come on, let's go!" Khairi walked while pulling Afrin's hand. I don't want that woman to obey.
After the departure of the child and his son-in-law, Mr. Hamdan threw the spoon and fork he held into the middle of the table. Until it makes a noise because it collides with some of the bowls that are there.
"Papa has Reminded before, keep your attitude and do not hate Afrin too much. She's Khairi's wife, our daughter-in-law, after all, but Mama doesn't seem to hear what Papa warned her about. Enjoy whatever you do" Hamdan said. "And Bik Asih, we have done good to Bik Asih so, do not use our kindness wrong. However, always remember the position of Bik Asih in this house."
Hamdan left the dining room just like that. He had just eaten a few spoons. He no longer has a taste for food. To be honest the man was ashamed of his son-in-law because of his wife's attitude, but how else, that was his wife.
"I'm sorry, Madam. I don't mean that. I'm ha—"
"Yes, I understand. It was also my fault, not my aunt's" Merry said.
He admitted his mistake that had hurt his daughter-in-law. All because of the disappointment that the woman felt. Even so, Merry should not vent his frustration until this moment. The only child who has been hurt is sorry, why not him?
"Auntie just finish the food," said Merry as he moved from his seat.
"Mrs, don't eat?"
"How can I eat when my husband goes hungry." Merry just left without waiting for Bik Asih to say something.
"Mom, I don't want to go home. Anyway, I have to persuade Madam and Tuan not to send us to the village," said Fatma who had been silent.
"Yes, I'll try. From today do not expect to be the wife of Mr. Khairi anymore" Asih said to her pouting son.
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