Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 8th.

Salsa rubbed her rough face wet with rainwater. He chose to take shelter at a stop, there were some people who also took shelter here. The woman wearing the purple cardigan chose to sit in the chair at the stop. The rain is getting heavy in addition to the wind gusts are quite strong and feel cold piercing into the pores of the skin.

Salsa's smile sparkled staring at the crackle pouch he was holding right now. I can't wait to get to the apartment and eat the batagor that from yesterday he wanted. Honestly, he does not like this one food, but somehow these few days He always imagined until the saliva wants to drip.

"When does the rain stop?" salsa Mummings. His eyes swept toward the highway passing by the rider in the midst of the torrential rain.

Salsa's frown shriveled at the familiar black sedan car passing in front of her. Highlight the woman's eyes stared at the shadow of the two people in the car who moved away from her eyes.

"Like Mr. Rafka's car." muttered Salsa can not be separated to look at the car that is now lost from the sight of his eyes.

"Why are you, Mas? Saw who?" asked Azkiya who was staring towards the stop.

Rafka shook his head quickly." Didn't see anyone, honey," his alibi started driving his car.

Azkiya sat back quietly. The smile on the woman's lips again expanded, impatiently heading to the place they were about to go. Azkiya turned to look at Rafka who was focused on driving the car. Moreover, the rain fell so heavy that it caused fog from a distance.

The black sedan car entered the OLO Italian resturaunt area. Rafka had already booked a private room for the two of them. The man stopped his car in the parking lot available at the restaurant. Rafka first got off the car, did not forget to use an umbrella and opened, right, the car door for the wife. Azkiya immediately got out of the car after Rafka opened, right, the car door for him. He closed his body to the husband, afraid his clothes were wet with splashes of rain.

"Let's go sweetie." Rafka tightly gripped Azkiya's right hand as he entered the restaurant.

The atmosphere in the Italian restaurant is unique and warm. One corner of the restaurant is enhanced by rows of colorful stained glass windows that build a Mediterranean atmosphere. There are so many restaurant visitors in this place.

Rafka and Azkiya have been welcomed by one of the waiters at the restaurant.

"Let me take you to the private room you ordered," said the maid who wore a unique outfit and displayed her friendly face.

Rafka nodded. Azkiya put both hands on her husband's arms, his eyes rolling out to every corner of the room featuring Italian interior decoration.

"Honey, you follow the waiter, I go to the toilet for a while" Rafka said, stopping her footsteps.

Without asking anything the woman nodded. Rafka immediately reached into his pants pocket after the departure of the wife who had gone away.

"Arjo, I'm asking you to pick up Salsa at the stop on the street ***" Rafka told her assistant by phone.

"....."

"Let's call me when Salsa's with you."

Rafka turned off his phone and soon followed Azkiya who was already in the private room.

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The petite woman hugged herself because of the increasingly piercing cold air in addition to her wet clothes.

Salsa's forehead creased when a white Avanza stopped right in front of her. Not long after a man dressed in formal attire, got out of the car using a black umbrella.

"Arjo.." muttered Salsa who rose from her seat.

"Let's take my Miss home" said Arjo who now stands in front of Salsa.

"Mr Rafka told me and asked to pick you up here."

Salsa's pupils grew bigger and heard the man's name, and he stared straight at the car. There was a glimmer of happiness sticking out in his mind hearing the man's name.

"Where's Mr. Rafka, where?" salsa asked looking for the man. His eyes rolled around the area.

Arjo shook his head." Master is not here."

The owner of those round eyes instantly dimmed, implied the sadness from Salsa's face. He wished the man was here and picked himself up instead of Arjo. Salsa's eyes warmed up, squeezing out the firm crackle pouch he was holding right now.

"Let's Miss" said Arjo. The man opened, right, the car door for Salsa who now got into the Avanza car.

"Is Father Rafka very busy?" salsa asked when Arjo started running his car.

"Yes, Miss. And perhaps the master will very rarely visit you," replied Arjo soberly."I'm sorry, but you don't expect Mr. Rafka to be with you and pay more attention to you for being pregnant with his child," arjo continued without turning his eyes towards the road.

Of course, Arjo knows the ins and outs of his superior's life, including about Rafka and Azkiya's marriage which has been running for three years but never got a child. He hoped that Salsa would not be the woman who would destroy his young master's marriage. Although the young woman who is now sitting next to him has become Rafka's second wife, despite being married in series.

While Salsa was speechless digesting the speech that Arjo had thrown at her.

"Do you want to go to the mini market?"

Salsa shook her head and leaned her head against the car window with blank looking eyes.

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"Hows it? Do you like it, honey?" tanya Rafka stared fixedly at Azkiya who looked fascinated with a private room decorated in such a way and very romantic.

Red roses are scattered on the floor and two candles are placed on the table that divides the two who sit facing each other. A set of white roses as a decoration on the table that adds to the romantic impression.

"I like it a lot, Mom. Thank you.." she softened in a hoarse-sounding voice. The woman's eyes were heating up unable to withstand the tears of happiness and haru.

"I will do anything for you, if it makes you happy" Rafka said sincerely. His outstretched hand rubbed the corner of Azkiya's tear-dropping eyes.

"It's been so happy for me, Mom. Being with you has become the most beautiful gift. But if I may ask, never turn away from me. Keep the commitment and loyalty," Azkiya replied staring full of great expectations on her husband." Don't let the household we built for three years just crumble because of the presence of a third person."

Rafka seemed to be slapped with Azkiya's speech that again discussed about it. His chest felt tight and his lips were silenced. Want to be careful whatever he is to maintain this loyalty, commitment and marriage, still the destiny is unpredictable when presenting the figure of a young woman in his life. This is not a matter of loyalty but a responsibility that He must carry on a woman who already contains the blood of her flesh who may be the heir in her family later.

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