Not the Perfect Wife
318. S2 - Explanation
"It looks like you don't know my family very well. Papa I can make you bankrupt in a day." Gani threatens Khairi without feeling guilty.
The man's arrogance infuriated Afrin. He is only rich because of the old man's treasure, but Gani is already so arrogant.
"You don't know my family very well either. Papa I can make you bankrupt in a matter of hours" replied Afrin who could not stand the attitude of his guest.
"Ha ha ha, who is your father? To make my family's business go bankrupt. It's impossible."
"You can try it. Emran Al Husayn, please search for that name in your mobile search field. My father is far more powerful in the business world. Everything is clearly displayed there, if you please leave this house. I don't accept disrespectful guests."
Let it be if it is said to be impolite. Afrin doesn't like it. Gani opened the phone and typed in the name that Khairi's wife had said. He was so shocked to see it, there were also family photos including Afrin wedding photos.
Without saying much, Gani left just like that. He felt humiliated by the expulsion. Even more shameful, angry at people he did not know. The man was angry at his men for not telling him who Khairi and his wife were.
If it is like this, it is certain that Gani will not be able to get Laily even though he already likes it. However, the man was unlikely to risk his company. Gani did not want to fall poor because of a woman.
While inside the house, Khairi is still not out of thought with what happened. He looked at his wife who was also looking at him. They both laugh considering what Gani did just like he used to.
"Do you remember if you've ever been in his position?" ask Afrin.
"Yes, but he and I are different. He's arrogant overdue. I'm sure that what the man feels is just desire" Khairi said, hugging his wife.
He should have been able to do this before, but because of Gani, Khairi delayed it. Afrin returned the husband's embrace. He also missed this man a lot.
"Is your job done?" ask Afrin slowly.
"Already, Honey. I deliberately finished quickly," replied Khairi. "Darling, I miss you" whispered Khairi in his wife's ear.
The man began to lower his lips to the cheeks and to the lips of Afrin. However, just a little kiss, the woman slightly distanced her body from the husband.
"Mas, there is Bik Asih and Fatma" Afrin said in a whisper.
Without saying much Khairi immediately raised his wife in front. He took Afrin to their room on the second floor. As soon as he reached his room, Khairi immediately attacked the wife's lips without lowering the woman, slowly making her lulled.
Khairi took his wife to the bed and put her down. His lips were still in awe, while the man's hands began to work opening all the coverings of his body and his wife. Both of them were completely engulfed in passion.
The room that was cold now feels hot. The sweat washed the bodies of both. There was the sound of des*han's voice understated to each other when they had fused. One month of not meeting makes them crazy. However, it is still within normal limits.
Both know if you have to be careful, there are babies that must be taken care of. Until the two reach the peak of mutual enjoyment. Khairi looked at the wife's face and gave a kiss on the forehead.
"Thank you, honey. Baby's okay, right?" ask Khairi while rubbing Afrin's flat stomach.
"It's okay, Mas" Afrin replied, wiping her husband's hand on his stomach.
Afrin nodded and hugged her husband. He really misses this hug. It didn't take long, the woman finally fell asleep. Khairi kept looking at the wife's face. He removed a little hair covering Afrin's forehead. The man kissed his wife's forehead slowly as if afraid to wake her up.
'Thank you, darling. You came back so soon. I don't know how I would have been if the six-month sentence had happened. I've been holding everything in this one month. I really miss you, Khairi said in his heart.
The man did not sleep at all, still remained faithful looking at his wife. Until the afternoon, the woman squirms her body and opens her eyes. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was already four in the afternoon.
Afrin looked to the side, her husband was gone. There was already a glass of milk on the table. Without much asking the woman immediately drank it. Afrin felt strange because she did not vomit at all, and even tasted so delicious that every time she drank white milk, she would definitely vomit.
The woman thought, is it possible that it was her husband's making until Afrin felt fine? He'd better take a shower soon. His body feels all sticky. When the woman came out, there was already a husband sitting on the edge of the bed.
The two throw smiles at each other. Afrin sat at the dressing table while drying her hair. Khairi approached and picked up a small towel that his wife was wearing and helped dry the woman's hair.
"Mas, who made the milk?" ask Afrin while looking at the husband through the mirror in front of him
"Me, what's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"I really like it. Usually I'll throw up every time I drink white milk, but it was delicious."
"That means my son is happy because his father made him milk. From now on, I'll make milk for you in the morning. You drank it once, right?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Come, we pray ashar first after that, you have to tell me what you've been doing for a month without me."
Afrin smiled and nodded. She wanted to tell her husband everything without covering anything up. Khairi also took ablution water, while Afrin changed clothes before following the husband.
They pray in the room. Both men raised their hands to pray for the future of their household and for the good of their son.
After that Khairi took his wife to go to the park. Although Afrin is not at home, but the park is very well maintained because the man always takes care of her. Khairi did everything himself because he did not want to see the face of the wife sad to see her garden destroyed.
"Now tell me what your activities have been so far away from me this month," Khairi said as they sat in the long chair there.
"For one month I lived in Mother Yasna's house one Sunday, in Bu Nur's apartment one Sunday and in Mama Merry's house one week. One week I live in our apartment,"
Khairi was surprised to hear that. How could it be like that? He also often came to his mother's apartment and sometimes even stayed overnight, but the man did not see the whereabouts of the wife there or indeed he was insensitive.
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