Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 31st.

Rafka sat pensively by the side of the bed with a towel wrapped around her waist, letting the drops of water from her wet hair fall off. I don't know how many times the man sighed, as if reducing the tightness in the chest that was so excruciating.

"Yes..."

Rafka turned towards Azkiya who called out to him. The woman covered her husband's upper naked body with a blanket.

"In habit, it should be after bathing directly dressed," Azkiya advised caution. Rafka only responded with a faint smile.

"It is better that you do not have to enter the office for a few days. I don't want Mas to get sick especially now Mas like a frustrated person just a matter of work."

"No, Honey. I'm just exhausted. Maybe tomorrow it's back to fresh."

But the current one who was tired was not only his thoughts but also his feelings. She was really made to be sad just because of a Salsa, a round-eyed and petite woman. Her beauty was standard but managed to make her like this.

"Mas!" azkiya's jolt makes Rafka immediately fade his smile when imagining his wife's sir.

"Why are you smiling like that?" azkiya asked with a frowning forehead.

"It's okay." Rafka immediately got up from the side of the bed and stepped towards the wardrobe.

Azkiya stared at her husband's movements that looked different. In addition Rafka always daydreaming these few days.

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After dinner, Rafka chose to go into the room immediately. At least by sleeping faster makes his feelings a little calm. It is a lie if he does not think of Salsa. It was like this because of that woman.

"You want to go to sleep, Mom?" azkiya asked Rafka who was about to lay her body on the bed.

"Yes, dear," answered Rafka briefly, after which lay her body on the soft mattress.

Just a few minutes closed his eyes and the drowsiness that began to attack, Azkiya touched his shoulders making Him who slept with his back turned his body.

"What's up, honey?" rafka asked hoarsely with my eyes because I was sleepy.

"Mas, we haven't done it in a week" Azkiya said in a voice that was teasing. Teasing her husband and groping Rafka's chest sensually.

Rafka's eyes look at Azkiya's transparent clothes and show his wife's beautiful curves from behind the maron's red lingerie. Azkiya seemed to smile sweetly, and did not forget to use perfume and dress as beautifully as possible.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm really tired, next time we'll do it, yeah," Rafka refused as gently as possible, and tried to persuade Azkiya to understand her current situation. Right now his feelings are completely out of place with a bad mood.

Azkiya's smile instantly faded and changed with a face that looked sour.

"Usually you never refuse, Mother." Azkiya's face frowned dislike Rafka's rejection.

The man got up from his bed, and now sits opposite his wife.

"I never refuse anything you want, including to get in touch, Azkiya. But this time I really can't" said Rafka staring at Azkiya with no spark of passion or desire for the woman who has the status of his legal wife.

Azkiya's eyes were heating up. The woman brushed aside Rafka's two hands that touched her shoulders. He got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom.

Brak!

The sound of a very loud door slam made Rafka surprised. He stared at the closed bathroom door.

"Why did I become like this." lirih Rafka rubbed her face in frustration. He really doesn't know why he's like this.

"Don't let my relationship with Azkiya be ruined just because of Salsa," the monologue Rafka shook his head, trying to dispel something in his mind.

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"You just wait under this tree, Sal. You are pregnant so do not move much," said Ayu warned. Actually he had asked Salsa to stay at home, but the woman refused on the grounds of boredom continue to be at home. It's been a week that Salsa has been living with him.

"Mbak Ayu don't have to worry. My ingredients are still fine, let alone just helping to harvest eggplant and chili," Salsa smiled back, reassuring Ayu." Let's harvest, Ma'am."

Salsa first stepped into the plantation and began picking chili. Ayu looked at Salsa with an indecipherable look.

Sometimes the two women joke. Although the introduction of the two of them was only one week, but the two were already very familiar. Sunlight that was quite hot made the sweat wet the faces of both. Sometimes Salsa rubbed her face that looked red.

"You why?" ayu asked with a feeling of worry when she saw Salsa grimacing in pain while gripping her stomach.

"I-I'm fine, Ma'am. This is normal, will heal itself," replied Salsa neutralizing the expression of her pain so that Ayu did not worry too much.

"Ordinary? Then do you often feel stomach pain like this? Huh yeah?"

Salsa nodded slowly.

"Gosh, Salsa. Have you checked into the hospital? I'm afraid nothing happened to your womb." Ayu gently rubbed Salsa's stomach from behind the blue t-shirt that the woman was wearing.

Salsa shook her head." Not yet, Mother."

"Then, next month you ask Adan to take you to a hospital in the city. When checking the puskesmas here the tool is not too complete."

"No need, Ma'am. I don't want to" Salsa refused. He was afraid to meet Rafka again. The man will easily find it if he is in the city center.

Ayu let out a rough sigh." Now you rest under a tree, don't help me." He took the basket that Salsa was holding now."You have to remember, your content is more important."

Salsa nodded. He rubbed his stomach. A smile rose on the woman's pale lips, moreover her stomach had already started to bulge.

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Eight months have passed...

Ever since Salsa left, Rafka was always cranky and seemed uninspired to live out her days. And these few weeks his relationship with Azkiya began to stretch. No day without fighting and fighting.

And her parents have not known about her married siri. Including problems in his household with Azkiya who always bickering.

"Where have you been, Azkiya?" asked Rafka who was sitting on the shoulder of the bed with a laptop on her lap. The man looked at his wife.

"You think?" Azkiya asked back. The woman took off a jeans jacket wrapped around her body wearing a tanktop.

"I told you not to come home late at night! These few weeks you've started to change!" rafka Sentak.

Azkiya smiled wryly." Changed? I should have asked like that, Mom! And I am like this because of you. You think I don't know, if you're still looking for Salsa! Cheap women who might be willing to be in gilir__"

"Azkiya!" snapped Rafka. The man's jaw hardened with both hands clenched.

"Why?! Get angry!" That woman's getting into Rafka's emotions."I'm your wife, the one you should prioritize. But you're more busy looking around for the whereabouts of that damn j*lang, who's probably dead!"

Rafka was silent a thousand languages with a frozen body.

There were no tears on Azkiya's cheeks. The woman rubbed the rough clear liquid which made her look very miserable.

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