
"Alex, you're out of your mind." Mama shook her head after hearing the boy's long story about his impromptu marriage.
"You know, you're just sorry for her, so you're willing to marry her.." My mom again.
"No Ma, Alex is in love with Ayna. Seeing Ayna cry at that moment, Alex wants to wipe away her tears and make Ayna happy." Alex said sincerely.
Mama looked into Alex's eyes so sincere and so serious. Alex falls in love with a woman named Ayna.
"Did he love you?" Ask Mama then. He does not want his son involved in love clapping one hand.
Alex nodded. Although Ayna had never said her feelings, but the man was sure. Now he is in Ayna's heart.
"Tomorrow I'll take my wife home. Mama would love him. Ayna's the guy, Ma. When she's nervous her face is adorable." Said Alex while remembering the face of his wife who often pinched.
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"Swipe right, Mas. A little left, Mas. Just a little bit of it.."
Alex breathed, from earlier he shifted to the right and left of their wedding picture frame.
"A little more.." Ayna gave instructions. He felt their wedding photos were still crooked.
"Op. fits, Mas."
Alex took a few steps back to level his position with Ayna now. They looked at the wedding photos with happy smiles.
Alex's eyes looked at Ayna who was so happy. Slowly the focus of his eyes began to shift towards the chest.
'Why is it so big?'
"What are you wearing, Ay?" Ask Alex curiously.
"Huh?" Ayna didn't understand Alex's question. He followed the man's eyes.
"Mas Alex, his eyes. Don't fuck around." Ayna crossed her hands.
"What's that for? here I massage it let it be great." Alex will point his hand at his wife.
"Mas Alex.." Ayna immediately ran away, Alex embarrassed her.
'Why would he know?'
Alex laughed with satisfaction at Ayna. He shook his head, there was just the behavior of his wife.
A few minutes later, the two were having dinner. Alex glanced at Ayna's chest, which wasn't as big as it had been. It must have been thrown away.
With her hand Ayna cleaned the rice stuck to the corner of her husband's mouth.
"Mas..eat right." Ayna gets annoyed, it seems like Alex is purposely working on her. How many times did he clean the man's mouth.
"Yes." Yeah." Alex just answered. He even accidentally put a spoon on his cheek.
"Yes..."
Alex eats like a kid. The man smiled looking at Ayna who cleaned her face with pursed lips.
"Ay, tomorrow we're going to my parents' house." Alex tells.
"W-what?" Ayna's hand hanging doesn't wash Alex's face. Ayna felt a nervousness that suddenly plagued her.
"Tomorrow at night, Papa and Mama will see you." Said Alex stroking Ayna's head.
"Mas, I'm scared."
"Fear why?" Alex looked at the face that was suddenly pale.
"Fear, if Mas Alex's parents can't take me." Ayna expressed her thoughts.
"Listen dear, Papa and Mama will definitely accept you. Because you are the source of my happiness. Any parent who doesn't want their child to be happy." Alex gives Ayna an explanation.
Again and again Ayna's heart melted hearing Alex's words.
"What do you like to eat, Mom?" Ask Ayna immediately. He will try to take his father-in-law's heart.
The man seemed to think.
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"Darling, it's already night. Tomorrow it can be made."
"No, Mas. Tomorrow will not be possible. Tomorrow I'll start work, when will I make it."
Alex took a deep breath, he regretted telling Ayna what food she liked. The woman made it herself. Tomorrow they can buy on the way there.
"Live wait, Mas." Ayna's face looked so happy to see the cookies in the oven.
"How long do you cook your cookies?" Alex hugged Ayna from behind.
"As long as we want to do something?" Alex whispered right in his ear.
"I-i-it, wait for the cookies to mature." Alex's question made Ayna nervous.
"We're just gonna shut up?" Alex tightened his arms, his nose sniffing around Ayna's neck.
"A-a-a..."
"A what?"
"I'm going to do the dishes, Mom." Ayna immediately took off Alex's embrace and headed for the sink.
Ayna breathed her breath many times. He understood what Alex was asking. The man was getting more and more perverted. 99% of the man's brain seemed to be filled with 21+ scenes.
"Darling, next week we're on our honeymoon, Mau?" Alex stood beside the sink, watching Ayna wash the dishes with a flushed face.
"Mother-honeymoon? I'm just starting work, Mom."
"Yes, you're just taking a day off." Alex said casually.
Ayna looked at Alex for a moment. The man spoke like the company belonged to his father.
"When, Mom."
"When is that when?"
"When we have time."
Alex lifts Ayna's body. Put it on the dining table.
"Mas, I'm going to do the dishes." Ayna said showing her foaming hands.
"Honey, from tomorrow you can no longer clean this apartment. Whatever it is."
"But, Mas. I'm a regular."
"Listen Ay, if you keep working on it there will be people who lose their jobs." Obviously Alex looked at the confused-looking Ayna.
"Look.." Alex raises his face with his hands on Ayna's side.
"This place is usually cleaned by janitors and my clothes are also those who are laundry. If you do that, they'll lose their job."
"But, Mas."
"Do you want to increase unemployment in this country?"
Ayna shakes.
"Then let them do the job."
"What do I do, Mas?"
"Say you want to work. Or you don't just have to work, Ay. I'm your handsome, beautiful husband, able to support you." Alex mentoel Ayna's nose. Actually the guy wants Ayna at home. He's been taking care of himself all day.
"But I want to have my own money, Mom."
"I have a lot of money. I'll give it to you."
"Yes..."
"If you work, you'll be tired. What if you get sick? I don't want you to be sick, baby." Alex says that while his hand pinches Ayna's cheek.
"Mas, after marriage I resigned." Ayna said as she and Arga ate dinner in a cafe.
"Why?"
"I want to be a housewife. Focus on taking care of Mas Arga and our kids later." Ayna said with a glowing face.
"Don't you, Ay. Let us both work. My salary and your salary we can collect to buy a house. So collect faster. You don't want to keep renting the house." It was clearly Arga who made Ayna speechless.
"Later if I'm pregnant and have children, how would Mas?"
"Many in the office work while pregnant. And when they have children they can still work. Their children are babysitters. We can be like that too, Ay."
Ayna nodded her head in agreement with Arga's words. According to him it is also true, if only relying on Arga, it will certainly be a long time they buy a house.
"Darling...What do you think?"
Ayna shakes. Again and again he compares the two.
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