Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 7th
"This is the coffee, sir." Salsa put a cup of hot coffee and toast on the table, right in front of Rafka right now.
"Thank you" he said. Salsa smiled sweetly and stepped away.
"Where are you going?"
Salsa's footsteps stopped, he turned to face Rafka who was now staring at him.
"Sa-I want to go to the kitchen," she replied nervously. Added to the look the man gave her.
"Come here." Rafka moved her right hand for the woman to get closer to her.
With hesitant steps Salsa approached Rafka.
"Sit down." The man patted the chair beside him. Salsa obediently sat down beside Rafka who left a little distance.
"Here, eat the bread" said Rafka.
Salsa looked at Rafka with a frown, puzzled." This toast is for you, not for me."
"I know, but you're pregnant so you need food. And I didn't like toast," said Rafka, pushing the plate with toast near Salsa.
"Then I will make another meal for you. Sorry, if I don't know the food to your tribe." Salsa was about to get up from her seat, but Rafka blocked the woman's wrist
"No need. I'll be gone soon."
Salsa took a moment and sat back in the chair.
"Still nauseous?" Rafka's question made Salsa turn towards the man.
"Usually every morning always nauseous, but for now not."
The man's a beard." Then you won't be nauseous when you're near me?"
Salsa was stunned to hear it. He just realized, it was fitting that he did not feel nausea at all in the morning.
"Maybe baby-born," Salsa replied with her head bowed. However, Rafka still considered her superior than her husband.
"Good then," said Rafka casually as he sipped a slow sip of the hot coffee that Salsa had just made." I'd like to ask, does your family live in this city as well?"
Salsa shook her head slowly." All my extended family live in Bogor, I wander to Jakarta looking for a job to ease my family's economy." Salsa let out a heavy sigh before continuing her words." But, just over a month I stayed here already___" Salsa hung her words, He glanced at Rafka.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" said Rafka. He understood very well what Salsa said to him, and he regretted that he had damaged a woman more suitable to be his sister. Although it's not entirely wrong.
Salsa lowered her head for a moment, smiling blandly." Don't talk about it anymore, sir. Everything has happened, regret will not return everything. At least you still want to be responsible for marrying me. Although I'm not sure which marriage will last," Salsa said in her heart.
"Can I ask you?" Salsa spoke again.
One alias Rafka lifted." Sure can. What do you want to ask?"
"Do you have a lover or a wife?"
Rafka's lips were immediately pouched tightly upon hearing Salsa's question. His pitch-black Netra stared in Salsa's round eyes waiting for the answer to come out of his mouth.
"Why are you asking that?"
"I'm just afraid you already have a lover or wife" said Salsa sipped a rough salivation," Because it will be a big problem in the future if you already have a lover or wife."
"You're thinking too far about something like that" Rafka chuckled softly. The man got up from his seat and Salsa looked up at her husband. "Take care of yourself, I have to go." Rafka stepped away towards the exit.
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Azkiya gasped in shock as two burly hands coiled around his stomach. He immediately stopped his activities and turned around. The look on Azkiya's face turned irritated looking at the figure who was smiling sweetly at him.
"Why, Honey? Why is your face scowling like that, hmm?" tanya Rafka raspy. He floated a wet kiss on the wife's face.
Azkiya pushed Rafka's sturdy chest until the man moved away from her." Why just got home?" he glanced at the wall clock that showed at 09:00 a.m.
"Sorry, Honey. There's a problem at the company and I have to solve it until I fall asleep there" Rafka said. Although there is guilt stuck in his mind because he had lied to his wife.
Azkiya inhaled a deep breath of oxygen until it filled his chest." But I beg you next time don't be like this. I've called dozens of times but Mas's phone is not active." Azkiya said softly and raspy.
Rafka gently pulls Azkiya's hand and carries it into her arms. While the woman closed her eyes with her chin stuck on Rafka's shoulder, enjoying a warm swab on her back.
Silent.
Both of them dissolved in a warm embrace that poured it all out. There was a lie from one of them. Rafka elaborated her embrace and rubbed Azkiya's cheeks gently.
"As an apology, how about we have a romantic dinner at your favorite restaurant?"
Azkiya nodded vigorously along with a sweet smile that adorned his face. Rafka again kissed the wife's friendly forehead. Azkiya re-embraced Rafka's large body, but the look of his once happy face changed. The smell of vanilla typical of women attached to the clothes of her husband is clearly smelled in his sense of smell.
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It didn't feel like night had come, according to Rafka's promise. Now, the couple looked ready to leave for the restaurant Rafka had booked his place.
"Please come in, honey." Rafka opens, right, the car door for Azkiya with a warm smile.
"Thank you, Mas," Azkiya replied after getting into the black sedan car.
Tonight Azkiya looks very beautiful and he also wears a bright red dress without arms and beads that adorn the surface of the dress. The color of the red dress was in contrast to Azkiya's pure white skin.
Rafka's sitting in the steering wheel. He began to run his car out of the yard area of their luxury home. Azkiya leaned her head on her husband's sturdy shoulder, her right hand interlocked with Rafka's hand which gave a gentle swipe in her hand. He and Rafka have not spent time together like this. The restaurant they were going to was not too far away.
The air outside tonight was very cold and little specks of rain were drenching the cars they were riding in. Rafka stopped his car when the red light came on.
"I'd like to take you somewhere, after we've had a romantic dinner at the restaurant" Rafka said.
"Where?" ask Azkiya curiously.
"Secret." Rafka gave a glimpse of Azkiya's ranum lips, making the woman stare at his smile.
Now, Rafka is looking straight ahead, waiting for the green light. However, Rafka's eyes immediately caught the figure of Salsa passing in front of his car. The woman wearing the purple cardigan appeared to be walking quickly with a bag of black crackles. The rain that was originally just a speck is now suddenly raining heavily. Azkiya seemed comfortable in her husband's arms. Unknowingly, her husband could not be seen a woman who was sheltering at a stop not far from the red light.
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