Not the Perfect Wife
325. S2 - Pick up Mom and Laily
"Mrs, why aren't we eating?" tanya Bik Asih who saw Afrin just silence while watching television. While at the table is still lined snacks that the woman bought.
"It's full, Bik" said Afrin.
"I told you, don't buy much, but Madam bought another one."
"I'm tempted to see it, Bik. I don't know why, I suddenly want to buy everything."
Afrin also did not understand his wishes. He is not a person who likes to squander money, especially to throw food. However, today the woman was very tempted by the variety of food she saw.
"Then, Auntie take it forward, yes! Who knows if there is an Aunt who passed by and would accept," said Bik Asih, who was embraced by Afrin.
"No, Bik. This is for Mas Khairi only. I want to see Mas Khairi eat all this."
"Huh ... Non Afrin sure? Eat everything?" ask again. He wanted to convince what he heard.
Afrin nodded with a smile making Bik Asih swallow her saliva. While the woman refocused on a rectangular screen featuring drama series.
At lunchtime, Khairi came home. The man had promised his wife would go to Mother Yasna's house. Before that he had to pick up his mother and sister first.
"Mas, we have lunch before we go" Afrin told her husband.
"Yes, Honey. I'll take a shower." Khairi immediately passed to the bathroom.
Afrin prepared clothes for her husband before leaving the room. The woman went to the kitchen to prepare a lunch that had been cooked by Bik Asih.
"Bik, tonight there's no need to cook for me and Mas Khairi. Auntie, cook for the others. We're going to Papa Emran's house. We also live there," said Afrin disela activities arranging food.
"Yes, Madam."
"Such fragrance, what cooking, huh?" asked Khairi while hugging Afrin from behind, of course it made his wife surprised.
"Mas, if you come do not need to ngaggetin why, anyway!" exclaim Afrin with ketus.
Afrin tried to take off her husband's arms. However, Khairi is getting closer. The woman was embarrassed at Bik Asih who had pretended not to see even though from earlier glanced continuously.
"I was slow, you know, honey. You are too focused on food" Khairi kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Mas, there is Make Asih," Afrin rebuked in a whisper.
"Bik, we're both staying." Instead of stopping what he did, Khairi asked Bik Asih to leave.
After Bik Asih's departure, Afrin hit the husband's arm. He felt bad for the middle-aged woman. Why did Khairi throw out Bik Asih? But he was wrong.
"Oh, honey, you hit me, anyway!"
"Some of you why ngusir Bik Asih, you're wrong."
"Here you go, anyways Bik Asih must also understand." Khairi sat on a chair, he pulled his wife's waist to sit on her lap.
Afrin felt uncomfortable eating while sitting like this. She tries to let go of herself, but Khairi hugs her even tighter. The man whispered something that made Afrin finally shut up.
"Darling, don't move on, you'll wake her up."
Afrin knows exactly what Khairi means. Although uncomfortable, the woman was silent and obeyed her husband's wishes. They also eat in one dish, occasionally feeding each other. It did not escape the sight of Fatma. Honestly, the girl was envious. However, he had no intention of seizing his master's heart because there was already a man filling his heart now.
After lunch, Afrin remembered the food she had bought. She also served him in front of her husband.
"So I went to the market, Mas. I bought all this, now you eat all of it, yeah!"
"Huh .. se–all?"
Afrin nodded with a smile. Khairi stared at all the food on the table. He just had lunch, now must eat this much cake? It may not be the stomach alone that stretched, hands and feet can also.
"Darling, this is a lot. How can I eat everything! We share with each other, right? Same Mr. Jono and Mr. Udin," Khairi persuaded.
"I purposely bought all this for you. Your son wants to see his Papa eat all this" said Afrin with teary eyes. Of course Khairi immediately agreed. Moreover, this concerns his prospective son.
Khairi eat one by one the food to make his stomach bulky. Food was left, but Khairi could no longer afford it. His stomach really doesn't fit anymore.
"Honey, I'm not strong anymore, my stomach is full" said Khairi.
"If you're full, why are you still eating, Mom? Until it's all over here."
"Can you ask me to make it all up?"
"When? I'm just saying you ate it all, doesn't mean you ate it all out. I mean that, you eat all one-on-one so you know all the flavors of the cake. Not eliminated!"
"Why not say that, baby!" khairi would like to drown himself at the bottom of the pool like this. It's been hard to eat, even wrong catch.
Bik Asih held back her laughter when she heard what her master was talking about. The woman brought the remaining cake forward and gave it to Mr. Jono and Mr. Udin. They happened to be in the security guard post.
After Khairi and Afrin's affair was over the two immediately went to the apartment to pick up Bu Nur and Laily. The show was afternoon. They came early because they wanted to get together and talk together for a while.
Afrin waits in the car, while Khairi walks into her mother's apartment. The man forbade the wife to come down. He did not want to see the woman exhausted as already from yesterday Afrin was working to help with the party preparations.
"How are you, brother?" greet Laily on Afrin as she gets into the car.
"Alhamdulillah, fine. You're the same mom, how's it going?" ask Afrin back while sitting sideways so that she can look back.
"Alhamdulillah, good too" replied Laily.
"Mother is also good" said Bu Nur.
"How was your college?"
"Currently, Brother. Although there are some that are disturbing, but all can be resolved well."
"You're not a fool, are you?" ask Khairi. He was worried if the man who was at that time was bothering his sister. Just considering it has been upset, let alone being a sister-in-law?
"No, brother," replied Laily.
"Thank God, if anyone is teasing or making trouble with you, just say the same brother. I'll make sure they're sorry."
"Yes, Brother. Thank you." Thank you."
Laily really could not believe hearing that sentence. Once every one bullied him, he always wanted someone to come and defend him, but until he grew up, no one helped.
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