Not the Perfect Wife
319. S2 - Party plan
"I used to stay in my mom's apartment, too, but why haven't I met you?" khairi asked with a look at his wife.
"I slept in my mother's room. I also know when you stay there."
"So mom and Laily are also working with you to lie to me?"
Afrin just smiled in response. Khairi could only sigh. It turns out that people around him can meet his wife freely, but he does not know anything. Ivan also often met with Afrin.
"If Ivan? Do you meet him often?"
"No, I'm just communicating with Ivan."
"You call him? I just can't talk to you, he's free to talk to you about anything. It's worth it in the letter you sent, you said there was someone who complained to you about my behavior, it was Ivan. Just watch him later!"
Afrin laughed at it. She was happy to see her husband's cheerful face. Although he said threatening sentences, but the woman knew that the husband was not serious with his words.
"Mas, you have a meeting tomorrow?" ask Afrin.
"No, I've asked Ivan to clear the schedule for tomorrow. I want to spend a day with you."
"Tomorrow we check the contents, yes, Mas. Actually it's check time since a few days ago, but I'm waiting for you because I'm sure you'll be happy to see it."
"Yes, Honey! I can't wait to know how my son is progressing. Now just how?"
As a papa candidate, Khairi is very enthusiastic if it is about his child candidate. He also wants to know the condition of the wife, is there no problem with the womb and fetus? Given the young age of Afrin.
"Tomorrow, Mas. The doctor opens the practice at eight. If I go there now for free, I can't check. There's a doctor who's open at night, but it's a male doctor, is that okay?"
"No .. All right, we'll wait for tomorrow. I don't want you to be touched by another man."
"I checked, Mas, not touched." Afrin rectifies the words of the husband, the man's therapy does not want to know.
"Just the same, touched too, right."
Afrin shook her head. The woman knew something like this would happen because she checked in with the female obstetrician. Just like Khairi, Afrin also does not want to be examined by men, it feels strange when his skin is touched by another man. Especially if you check something sensitive.
"You want a boy or a girl, Mom?" ask Afrin while leaning on her husband's shoulder.
"I'm whatever, honey. Whether it's a boy or a girl, if she and you are healthy, that's enough. To me you are everything. No one can take your place in my heart."
Afrin smiled hearing that. She thought her husband would say he wanted a man because most men were like that, but Khairi said whatever he wanted to do. Unknowingly the woman's hand rubbed her stomach, still with a smile adorning her lips.
"Tomorrow after seeing the doctor, we go to the mall, yes, Mas. We're looking for a gift for Nuri. Two more days he's birthday."
"Yes, honey, it's up to you."
"Mother also said that we will not be a barbeque event like before, Mas. Later we invite Laily, yes, let's get more crowded."
"Can, I'll tell Laily's mother later" Khairi said. "Magrib soon. Come on, let's go in! It's not good outside the house, especially if you're pregnant."
"Yes, Mum." Khairi and Afrin entered the house. They prepare to perform the magrib prayer together.
"Why have you been smiling before?" ask Yasna who just went into the room.
"This, Honey. I got a message from a confidant of mine, he said Afrin had gone home" replied Emran
"Home home? Isn't it still a month, huh? She said she wanted to punish her husband for six months? Just one month can't stand it."
Emran laughed at his wife's grunts. He also did not know what was the reason that made the princess suddenly go home, even when she was staying at this house. Emran and Yasna repeatedly advised him to go home and solve the problem with a cool head, not go like this.
She left when her husband was asleep. However, Afrin always had a thousand reasons to give up. Emran did not want to interfere in the household affairs of his children, but the man was still watching over his loved ones.
"We should be grateful, dear. Now Afrin wants to go back to her house. Why don't you like it when your daughter comes back with her husband?"
"It's not that I don't like it, Mom. It's just free he was yesterday so the support will be gone for six months. Uh, all of a sudden now just go home. Where I've offered Ivan cooperation again."
"Indeed Mother offered what Ivan did?"
"It's nothing, it's forgotten, considering all that makes it even more dizzy," said Yasna. "Oh yeah, Pa. I want to have a birthday party for Nuri, is that okay? We just make a family event if Nuri wants to invite his friend, later make another special event for the children."
"As for you, as long as you're all happy, Papa's happy too."
"Which money, Pa!" pinta Yasna while raising her hand made Emran feel astonished. He scrunched his forehead because it was strange. This was the first time his wife asked for money. Every month the man sends money to an ATM that has been prepared for Yasna himself.
"Kan, Papa's been transferring every month."
"Ih, Papa, give cash that way. I also want to be like a mother who every time you ask for money with your father, always given cash," said Yasna pouting.
"Who has cash! There's also a little."
"It's okay whatever Mother will accept. Where's the money fast!"
"Begging for money like a nodong person, use everything quickly," grumbled Emran. However, the man still walked towards his bag and took the wallet there. He walked back to bed. "Tuh, right, Mother. Papa there's no money there's only three hundred grand."
Emran took out all the money he had in his wallet and showed it to his wife.
"It's okay, it's enough to buy a balloon" Yasna said.
"Keep now that Papa doesn't have any money, dong!"
"Papa take it at the ATM itself. Papa's money is still a lot, isn't it!"
Yasna immediately came out of her room with the money given by her husband. Emran just stared at his wife's departure with a smile. Seeing our loved ones happy makes us happy too.
"Now my wallet is empty, only two thousand remain. Enough to buy candy," murmured Emran by putting two thousand dollars back in his wallet.
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