Price of a Daster
Chapter 1 May be bored

As the afternoon approaches, the beautiful twilight sun blushes, picking up the friendly peace of the night. The birds chirped melodiously as the sound of leaves being blown by the wind.

In a house with a minimalist model, looks a young woman who is busy in the kitchen. Amanda Hapsari, a mother of two toddlers, is busy cooking her husband's favorite food. She deliberately cooked before her husband's return, so that when the man she loved came, the cooking was still warm so she did not need to heat it anymore.

Seemed his youngest son, Azka Kiandra Putra was playing the furniture that had been neatly arranged on the plate shelf, making Amanda sigh deeply. To be able to cook food for his family, The mother of two children let her son mess up household furniture that he had neatly arranged or sometimes carrying his two-year-old son while cooking and cleaning the house.

"I can't play with a knife!" Just as Amanda finished talking, her youngest son's finger had been scratched until he cried.

Amanda immediately turned off the stove and approached her son. "What did mom say? Let's treat it first."

Amanda immediately rushed to find a box of P3K to pick up Betadine and plaster. After treating Azka, Amanda resumed cooking and told her 4.5-year-old daughter Kia to accompany her sister to play.

After finishing cooking, Amanda immediately served it at the dinner table. She loved to see her husband eat voraciously the dishes he made himself, because Amanda wanted that when they were far apart her husband would miss the taste of her cooking.

While Amanda was busy serving food at the dinner table, there was the sound of bells being stomped in front of the gate of her house. Immediately Amanda ran to welcome the father of two children who had just returned from the office.

Apandi Kertayasa, a young prosecutor who was appointed just one year ago, got off the car he just bought recently. He saw the appearance of his wife who always wore a negligee with her hair curled irregularly.

As Amanda approached to kiss the back of her husband's hand and bring him a briefcase. Smelled by Apandi, the rest of the cooking oil and the smell of fish came out of Amanda's clothes.

"Just finished cooking?" ask Apandi.

"Yes, Mom! I cooked Mas Pandi's favorite fried fish as well as sambal goreng ati and greens capcay." A happy smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Apandi just exhales rough, he really likes Amanda cuisine that is always delicious on his tongue. But Apandi felt uncomfortable with the appearance of his wife who always wears a negligee when at home.

"Manda, next time if Mas comes try to have a bath. Let Mas do not have to smell the oil and fish on your body" Apandi said as he sat at the dinner table to enjoy his favorite food. "You know not Manda, all of Mas's co-workers are beautiful wives, they are very good at taking care of themselves. It's so different from you, instead of dressing up pretty to welcome your husband home from work, it's not even a shower."

Amanda just quietly heard what Apandi said, she just snorted her nose snorting her own body that said husband smell of cooking oil and fish.

How can I care if the spending money alone is only 50 thousand a day, for children's snacks and daily meals are sometimes still lacking. The smell was a bit of a protest, but I also smelled for him, Amanda's mind.

After Apandi finished eating, Amanda immediately cleaned the dish used by her husband. However, just now that he lit the tap water, there was a voice of Kia yelling from the direction of her room.

"Mother ... Ade's wetting!" yell Kia

As soon as possible Amanda approached her son in the room, but just arrived at the room, again heard the sound of screaming from the direction of the bathroom.

"Manda ... Get towels! I forgot it!" shout Apandi.

Amanda just breathed it rough, always does. Every time she took a bath, her husband forgot to bring a towel.

Just try Amanda can be like them, maybe I feel at home to stay home. Why did he become what he is now? Though in the past when dating was beautiful, her skin was smooth so I wanted to marry her. Plus he's the only kid, but I guessed wrong. I guess his legacy turns out to be just a house and a garden that I have sold to smooth my way into an employee, Inner Apandi.

After seeing his son began to sleepy, Apandi also invited him to move to sleep in the room. "Sister, bobo in yuk's room! Father temenin," asked Apandi.

"Don't want to, I want to watch Ullamen!" reject Adzkiya Putri, Apandi and Amanda's first child.

Apandi only sighed in hearing the rejection from her daughter. Although actually he does not matter because himself is also busy seeing the curves of the bodies of beautiful girls who adorn the mobile phone screen. However, when he saw that the clock on the wall had shown the number nine, Apandi began to force his daughter to sleep.

"Come brother bobo, it's night! I'll buy Barbie again if you're nurut, "persuade Apandi.

"Promise me, Dad!" Kia immediately thrust her little finger to be welcomed by her father.

Apandi directly linked the little finger with her daughter's pinky, "Yes, I promise!" said it.

Kia immediately followed what her father said, she slept next to Amanda who was still breastfeeding her child.

After her two children fell asleep, Apandi invited Amanda to watch television. The young man deliberately invited his wife because there was something he wanted to say.

"Manda, tomorrow I'm coming here. He asked for money for Dimas's tuition. Please love Mom!" apandi said as he sat together on the sofa in the middle room.

"Yes, Mom! I'll love you if you come here!" say Amanda with eyes that began to enjoy watching television. But not with Apandi, his eyes began to hunger to see his wife's smooth cleavage. She begins to erode the distance with the mother of two, her fingers writing abstractly on Amanda's back which is blocked by the master rayon.

"Manda, try every day wearing tight clothes. Your body is beautiful if it looks indentation and Mas really likes to see the indentation of your body." Apandi's breath was already hunting down to finish something that forced her out of her cage.

"Mas I'm ashamed to wear an open shirt. From a small late home, my mom used to wear loose and covered clothes" elak Amanda.

Apandi did not care about his wife's answer, at this time he was eager to enjoy the body that was always covered by the negligee until a long night they passed with intoxicating pleasure.

The next morning, Apandi was ready with his work clothes on. His dapper appearance was inversely proportional to Amanda who was again wrapped in negligence. Although different models and motives but still make Apandi reluctant eyes to see his wife. Though Amanda's face looks fresh with hair that is half wet after the junub bath was dawn.

Apandi just stuck out her hand to be kissed by Amanda before leaving for work. Not forgetting she kissed her two children but missed Amanda who was holding her youngest child.

Amanda just smiled bitterly with the attitude of Apandi who did not kiss her forehead when she was about to leave for work. Indeed, ever since she had children, her husband seemed to forget his habits in the past courtship and early marriage.

Maybe now Mas Pandi is tired of me, so that only his child is he attention, the inner Amanda.

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