Regrets of Husband and In-Law
Chapter 22

"For everyone, again on what's the son of Mama's son," said Arsila with a smile on her face.

"For Mama, we're playing games" said her three children.

"Ma, kok, papa is still sleeping anyway," exclaimed those who saw his papa still sleeping on the sofa.

Arsila looked at the three and smiled.

"Papa can't sleep last night, because you sleep in bed with Mama,"

Ray mangosteen by folding both hands.

"Mama's room is less big." Rio Timpal.

"We're moving to our house" Riko replied.

"Agreed." Arfa said apparently he had been awake since there was a conversation between the child and the mother.

"Why are you awake?" Ask Arsila gently.

Arfa smiled with a matted face but did not reduce her good looks.

"Papa smiles, the bath stinks," Arsila closed her nose.

Arfa just nodded and went into the bathroom.

"Ray, Riko, Rio you guys have breakfast first yes, then Mama's as old as you will." His word.

"Yes Ma" he said together and walked out of the room.

After the children came out Arsila tidied up her bed and prepared casual clothes for her husband, Arfa came out with a fresh face.

Chequek.

Arfa poked her head right and left feeling it was safe he came out with his ignorant smile.

"Honey, where's papa's towel?"

Arsila who heard it became wrong behavior, heard the word towel where.

'Did he come out with a towel?

"Don't come any closer." Arsila shouted with a cover of her face of embarrassment.

Tap

Tap

Tap

The sound of Arfa's footsteps drew closer, the more afraid Arsila's heartbeat beat back and forth without the heavy hand curling around her slender waist.

Greep.

"Want to do the morning Papa, the children will come in." He said by turning his back.

"I want to say something to you, Ma." Arfa's hand caressed Arsila's long hair.

"That'S...?" Appoint Arsila by pointing in her direction.

"That's what, Mama? So look at papa dong." His god with a smile held back laughter.

"So. Don't want to." The boy did not want to look back.

"Mama's mind is too far away." Replied Arfa by pinching her cheek.

Arsila was silent digesting Arfa's words whether he was too far away to get there.

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"Father here we eat together Grandpa and Grandma," Rio series with a mouthful of food.

"Eat it slowly later sprain." Arsila's timpal is sitting next to Rio.

"Granny's fried rice is really good Pa," praised Rio again.

"Rubber." His two brothers held him with their thumbs up.

I smiled to see our three children chattering ria at the dinner table, usually when breakfast is only the three of us but now rame very. So kepengen cepet cepet have children.

"Ma, after breakfast we shop for daily needs," invited Arfa who was nodding Arsila.

"Usually if parents want to go to the supermarket must be his children are busy wanting to come along, they are just a henchman." Inner Arsila.

"Yes pa, children are not on the go," he asked in wonder.

Arsila frowned, maybe today's child is different from the old man when his father or mother went to the stall, he must have gone especially to the market. He will ask for what he wants to buy.

"What was our time? Listen, I'm going to the stall we've got ahead of him by eating snacks." Sindir Arfa with a smile.

"That's you Papa, Mama's a no-no."

"Mass." Sahut Pak Warno's.

"I mean it's me, not too late to always perform." Everyone at the dinner table laughed.

"Breakfast is done we leave now Ma," said Arfa.

"Mama change clothes first, the masses to the supermarket use negligee" replied Arsila.

"It's that way."

"Huh. You mean I'm like your baby? I'm not ashamed to know," he curled his lips.

"If Mama dandan who is beautiful ntar people on seeing Mama is not shopping, it's been equally obedient papa."

"Ma, if you want to look sexy and beautiful it's only for a papa, others do not. Night dance and beautiful yes," he said again.

"Huh."

On the way to the supermarket the two were silent to each other without a word, both of them drifting in their respective minds.

Pajero's car is perfectly parked in front of the supermarket, Arfa goes down first and turns around his car to open the car door for his beloved wife.

Arsila looked at herself, only the sound of her breath coming out.

"Liat tuh Pa, with the appearance of kayak gini I was seen by many people. I guess I'm ma'am you know," he's upset.

"Don't think about how you look papa stays in love."

Preett

Arsila smashed her lips quickly.

Arfa clasped Arsila's hand as if afraid of being lost.

"Outside the Fa, I'm ashamed that you look handsome while I, I deserve to be a Helper" he said in an annoyed tone.

"Mas," asked a sexy-looking woman with red lips.

Arfa's steps came to a halt as the female voice called out to him. Arsila stopped his steps.

"Who Fa," asked Arsila.

Arfa was very surprised when she saw the woman who called out to her. His face was pale with nothing to do with Arfa.

"Who is Mas" he said, staring at Arsila full of question marks.

The woman looked at Arsila from head to toe.

Arsila who was noticed like that felt uncomfortable.

"Don't see me that I don't like." Arsila. "And who are you?"

Instead of answering Arsila's question, the woman looked down on her dislike with spoiled alay, she struggled spoiled on Arfa.

"It looks like a gecko." pointed at Arsila with a mocking smile.

"Who the hell do you dare to talk like that no manners, you're talking to his wife Arfa" he replied steadily making Arsila surprised at the recognition of his.

Arsila doesn't really believe his bullshit, does Arfa say his wife died?

"Wife?" said Arsila who was nodding her head.

"It's true, and who you are, must be ba bunya, like yes, seen from the appearance is ba bu," he continued with a look of dislike.

"That's fine, I smell Arfa, what do you want, I-"

"Sttt, ba bu it don't talk a lot the same employer wants me to fire." his words became more and more so.

"Based on a crazy chick! Situ just got gil* yeah, don't you don't be a fugitive RSJ."

"Mas, really, just shut up. Look at me being treated like that just like your mom" he said.

"Usually if there is someone who says I immediately you defend, why is it the same he does not." Basic humans do not know the shame of being silenced even more so.

"The children of his wife Arfa Anugerah were dead, already calm there," Arsila pointed towards the sky.

The woman is shocked when Arsila explains about his wife Arfa.

"Mas, I'm not dead yet" she screeched.