Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 10th Chapter

...When you've dropped your heart on the man of choice. Then you must be ready to feel the pain and pain of loving. There is no love that always gives sweetness. Especially one-sided love...

With hesitation Salsa ate a mouthful of batagor even though his stomach was already very full. He had just bought this food and the man came with the same food. His round eyes glanced towards the balcony, where the man was. Rafka stood on the balcony and looked straight ahead as she sipped a cigarette clamped to her index and middle fingers.

The sharp highlight of the man was staring at the scene below the apartment. Enjoy the cold night breeze. Rafka is getting stronger sipping cigarettes along with the burden of the mind that has plagued him these days. He turned around and found Salsa staring at him. The woman looked surprised and threw her face the other way. Both corners of Rafka's lips are curved.

The man threw his cigarette butt into the trash tub available on the balcony. He stepped into the apartment, approaching Salsa who was chewing on the food he had bought.

Rafka sits on the single sofa. Her eyes looked at Salsa who looked uneasy and clumsy with the gaze that the man gave her. Closing his nose, the smell of cigarettes burst when Rafka went inside. He found out that the man was a cigarette addict.

"Why?" tanya Rafka looked at the strange-looking Salsa gelagat.

The woman shook her head quickly without taking her eyes off the food she was eating now. It is very insolent if he says blatantly does not like Rafka being nearby when the smell of cigarettes is still attached to his body.

Silent.

"Other times if you need anything, or want to buy something call me or Arjo. Danger if the nights come out especially you're pregnant," Rafka re-opens after a few minutes of silence.

Salsa turned to look at Rafka." I just don't want to trouble you. As long as I can, I won't ask others for help" Salsa replied, after which she sighed softly." You know, right, I'm pregnant and sometimes crave something."

"You craving?" Rafka interrupted Salsa's speech with a frown.

The woman nodded.

"You should have called me. Do you have frequent cravings?" asked Rafka with a sparkling face. The man's eyes turned on Salsa's belly covered in clothes.

"I don't know, sir. But as far as I know it depends on the hormones of every pregnant woman."

"Do you know where hormones depend?"

"From the internet."

Rafka was silent for a moment.

"Come here." Rafka looked at Salsa and glanced at the sofa beside her.

"For what?" The woman looked at her husband with a questioning look.

"I want to hold your stomach."

Salsa's eyes glared in surprise. Suddenly his heart was racing. And a paled face.

"Come here." Again Rafka called Salsa to come closer to her. Not without reason He wanted to touch the woman's stomach.

With hesitation and trembling hands he got up from the spot and turned to sit beside the sofa adjacent to Rafka.

"What do you want?" Salsa held her shirt when Rafka was about to reveal it. The woman's eyes rolled back her husband's gaze.

"Give me a swab in your stomach, I want to say hello to my son. Do you mind?"

Salsa gulped his salivary brusquely and shook his head weakly. Rafka quickly put away Salsa's hand and revealed the woman's shirt. Without hesitation he rubbed the belly of Salsa, a smile rose on his thin lips and it did not escape the sight of Salsa's eyes.

"Hopefully our son will be the heir" Rafka said.

"Are you sure the child I bear is a man?" Salsa asked the question.

"Maybe," replied Rafka.

The man moved away from Salsa after rubbing Salsa's stomach. Hopefully he can continue to be next to the woman and see the fetal organization until Salsa gives birth. However, the big question in his mind is whether the marriage of this series will last long? Sooner or later Azkiya or his extended family will find out about this.

Rafka let out a heavy sigh and not long after the sound of the phone ringing sounded. Rafka's attention was distracted, including Salsa, who was now staring at the screen of the phone and displaying the name of the caller, Azkiya.

"Azkiya.." murmured Salsa.

The man quickly grabbed his phone on the table. His pupils dilated to see the name of the caller.

"I have to go home first, take care of yourself." At first glance Rafka kissed Salsa's forehead after he hurried away from the apartment.

Another case with Salsa who was stunned. He touched his forehead with a turbulent feeling.

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"Hallo honey, what's calling me?" asked Rafka when she got out of the Salsa apartment unit.

"Where are you, Mas. It's two o'clock in the night and Mas's not home."

"Sorry baby, I have business,"

"Rushan? Midnight like this?" Azkiya's voice was heard rising up there.

Rafka closed her eyes, twitching the base of her nose.

"You wait at home, I'll be home soon" said Rafka to end the phone call.

"You're not cheating, are you?"

"Why accuse me of that? I can't possibly cheat, Azkiya. I really have a sudden affair and there's no way I'm lying to you." Rafka again denies the wife's accusation.

It sounds like a long Azkiya. The woman immediately turned off the phone.

"Hallo Azkiya, Azkiya." Rafka stared at the screen of her phone.

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