Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 6th Chapter

Rafka carefully laid Salsa on the bed. They were both in the apartment because Salsa's condition was not too severe to not be hospitalized. However, the woman's face still looks reddish rashes.

"You have to rest and if you need something don't hesitate to say it to me" Rafka said. Salsa nodded weakly.

Rafka stepped out of the room. Salsa breathed a long breath. Getting close to the man made him nervous and awkward. Rafka does treat himself as he should but he seems aware of his position that Siri married because of an accident that was not on purpose.

"Can I survive this marriage?" the Salsa monologue. His hands stretched out rubbing his flat stomach. If it wasn't for this fetus, he couldn't have been stuck in this marriage. And will live his life as usual.

"It's..."

Salsa was surprised by the presence of Rafka who was now in front of him. The man handed him a glass of water and some medicine for what it was.

"Don't daydream. Take this medicine after that go straight to sleep" Rafka said with a flat facial expression. 

Salsa hesitantly took a glass of water and the medicine her husband gave her. He immediately upheld the drug and it did not escape Rafka's attention. Salsa placed the glass that had been toileted onto the table beside her, rubbing the rough of her wet lips.

The man walked away from Salsa and sat himself on the sofa in the room. He pulled out his phone and fiddled with something on the flat object's screen.

"Why not go home?" salsa's great-grandson is a little uncomfortable with Rafka's whereabouts. He was unusual for the man to be around him.

Rafka's eye gaze that was originally focused on the screen of his phone now turned to look at Salsa, with one eyebrow raised.

"Why indeed? This is my apartment" Rafka replied. Salsa gulped his saliva rough.

"I mean, why don't you go home. Ki-we, right, just married siri__"

"Then?" sela Rafka who increasingly fixed staring at Salsa.

As if a dead flea, Salsa immediately covered her entire body with a blanket and extreme embarrassment. He seemed to checkmate with a reply from Rafka. And he was confused what to reply. Salsa closed her eyes tightly and hoped the drowsiness would come soon. While Rafka refocused on her phone screen, her finger nimbly replied to the incoming message.

After a long time struggling with his phone, the man walked closer to the bed. His eyes looked at Salsa who seemed to have fallen asleep. Without a doubt he went up to the bed and laid his body there, but at a distance. He decided to stay here last night. It could be the woman next to him why. However, there was a bit of guilt on Azkiya. Rafka let out a heavy sigh, rubbing roughly her face. He tilted his body towards Salsa.

His pitch-black Netra looked at every curve of Salsa's plain face. A slightly pointed nose, tiny lips, thick eyebrows, plump eyelashes, and white skin. The woman in front of him now when compared to Azkiya, of course Azkiya, it is, who is more beautiful. But there is one thing that steals his attention to the figure of Salsa. This woman has a very sweet face and dimples.

You know girls, the difference between a beautiful and sweet-faced woman?

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The morning sunlight penetrates the sidelines of the glass window curtains in the apartment. A man seemed comfortable hugging the tiny body of a woman who was both looking for comfort in the warm embrace.

"Euhg..."

A shrill voice came out from those tiny lips that seemed to be wriggling in Rafka's arms. He inhales in a masculine scent that makes him a little addicted. However, a second later Salsa instantly opened her eyes wide. The look in his eyes immediately led to the handsome face of Rafka who was now hugging her added He also returned the embrace of the man.

"Why is he sleeping here?" salsa was surprised. He thought Rafka would go back to his house or sleep on the couch.

With great difficulty the woman removed Rafka's long legs that had fallen on her thighs, and the circle of the burly hands from her tiny body. It seemed like his efforts were in vain, Rafka was getting closer and closer to hugging him. The man was very deep with his sleep now while hugging a warm little roll that was none other than Salsa.

"Father woke up.." said Salsa slowly while wiggling Rafka's arm that was coiled around her body.

"Beauty a minute." said Rafka hoarse but with eyes still closed.

Nearly five minutes later Salsa was trapped in Rafka's arms. A man who has a big and fat body. Salsa's round eyes looked at the man's handsome face full of admiration. Lying if he is not fascinated by the good looks possessed by his boss errata means husband.

Salsa was stunned when Rafka opened her eyes.

"You...?" rafka said hoarse when opening his eyes and in a plain face and a messy look Salsa.

The man immediately let go of his embrace to Salsa, as if aware of the position the two of them were in now. Salsa was straight away from Rafka when the man's embrace came off. He got up from the bed. While Rafka rubbed her face rough. The sleepiness is still felt.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't on purpose" Rafka said, aware of his actions. He thought he was hugging Azkiya.

"Yes, it's okay, sir," replied Salsa smiling stiffly." Do you want me to make coffee?" ask Salsa.

"May, don't be too sweet."

Salsa nodded. The tiny, round-eyed woman came out of the room to prepare breakfast and coffee for the boss who had now become her husband. He wants to pee and wash his face in the kitchen toilet.

Rafka leaned her body against the shoulder of the bed. He grabbed his cell phone on the table and blamed the phone which he deliberately turned off. There were dozens of missed calls from Azkiya. I don't know what he'll tell his wife.

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"Aren't you usually asking me to meet?" shella asked who had just arrived and was now sitting next to Azkiya who had previously made a grim face.

"It's okay. Just want to spend some time outside" Azkiya replied, drinking the coffee he ordered.

Shella mangosteen heard it.

Now the two of them were in a coffee shop not far from Azkiya's residence. This morning Azkiya's mood was really bad because Rafka did not usually go home, just because of work problems. And when on the phone is not active.

"You got a problem?" Shella asked Azkiya the question again.

The woman breathed a heavy sigh." Lately I've seen a little change from my husband. I feel like she's hiding something" Azkiya said, looking down at Shella.

"But in my opinion, Rafka is a loyal type of man. You remind her how she's chasing you. Even accepting your dark past, including about you who are no longer virgins," Shella replied.

Azkiya rubbed his shoulder." I don't know. But I'm just afraid Rafka is in a relationship with the other woman behind me. You know, right, for three years married to Rafka, I didn't visit pregnant."

"No, don't think so badly, Az. Marriage is not about children. Not all men put children first in a marriage but they want to live happily with their partner." Shella seemed to disagree with the words of her best friend.

Azkiya again exhaled a long breath. It seems that Shella will not understand the situation she feels now.

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