SAFAZAR (Pursuing the Love of Mr. Prosecutor)
SAFAZAR | CHAPTER 170

"Nr ...." Safa grimaced, touching Edzar's arm that was holding him from behind.

The man stomped his hips hard. One hand supported Safa's legs to widen. Edzar hissed, adding tempo to the movement. Making Safa sigh stammered, closing her eyes, permeating the thrilling friction below.

"b-h ... Aakh ...." Safa groaned long as the release came. Following Edzar who growled spitting out all his seeds, right about the mouth of the womb to present a tingly sensation.

Both breaths were puffed. The man lowered Safa's legs, tightening the crib without removing the link underneath. Edzar grabbed his wife's chin, turned her back, fused her lips, twisted her tongue, causing a gentle stroke that filled the silence of the room.

The pagutan ends a brief kiss on the tip of the lip. "Congratulations?" edzar whispered asking. Safa nodded. Edzar smiled wiping the sweat that soaked Safa's forehead. "Sleep."

"Get out first that's it."

"Enter this. Warm."

Safa clucked, hitting the weak arm of her husband that was coiled in the stomach. "Wake up again."

Edzar chuckles. He slowly pulled himself out of Safa. Sighing at the surface of his wet glossy trunk. Edzar grabbed the tissue on the nightstand, widening Safa's legs, wiping the liquid that seeped out from the gap.

Safa groans in protest.

"Be clean first, dear. Or are you going to the bathroom?" edzar's question was answered by Safa.

After that, he cleaned his own. Then justify the matted Safa nightgown, collecting in the abdominal area. "It has. Let's go to sleep" he said, pulling the tiny body into a hug.

Safa slumped on Edzar's chest, making the man smile, staring at the shade of his exhausted wife. His hands were raised combing Safa's messy blonde mane. Smoke and inhale the aroma that makes him calm.

Edzar was caught up with Safa. After earlier he raised the blanket covering the bodies of the two of them.

In the morning, Safa was made to shake by Edzar who lay on his stomach in bed. The guy's still good, probably tired because last night forced him home. Edzar only got up to take a shower and pray at dawn. After that he went back to sleep, without even taking off his scabbard and coco.

Safa went to the kitchen, approaching Lady Halim who was busy preparing breakfast. Since marriage Safa began to learn to help her mother. Although just arranging the dishes at the table, because the bundaannya strictly prohibit touching the cuisine. In fact, Safa wants to try cooking like most wives in general. But how else, it looks like Mrs Halim is still traumatized by her scorched kitchen tragedy last year.

"Mother listen, your husband came home, huh, last night?"

"Every day also go home, Mother. Time in the office continues."

"Ck, I mean Mommy's coming back here."

"Heem." Safa nodded. "The one who opens the door is not Mommy?"

"No. Mother also knows from Mr. Iwan. Maybe he's open."

"When's dad coming home, Bun?"

It just so happens that Mr. Halim is not in Bandung. The man had to fly to Bali on business.

"Between Monday and Tuesday."

Safa did not ask again, afraid to disturb the focus of her mother who was cooking. Not until fifteen minutes everything is finished and ready to be served.

"Build your husband, gih. Ask to eat first."

"Lho, Mommy doesn't eat?" safa asked in astonishment as Madame Halim looked hurriedly leaving the dining room.

"No. Yesterday Miranti called to be sent souvenir nyari, Mother has not agreed, anyway. For fear that you will be alone at home. But now there's Edzar, so Mommy can go. He was also ripped off by Miranti. He agreed."

Safa snorted, "Not back again, is this, her wedding?" the question is more to sneer. Because the wedding of Aunt Miranti and Om Tirta was indeed delayed several times. Yes the plane.

"Designated also has a reason. Miranti has job training out of town. But now it's clear. Thank God you can continue."

That morning Safa was left alone in the villa. Mother and Mr. Iwan had left a few minutes ago. Just as he was about to go up to the room to get upin Edzar, the man was already seen coming down the stairs. His face was a little damp, maybe washed his face.

"Hem." Edzar muttered, approaching Safa who was standing in the kitchen doorway. Hugged, and rubbed his face on the wife's shoulder.

"Ih~ is wet ..." whine Safa keeps Edzar's head away.

Edzar chuckles at the lightning of Safa's cheeks. "Where's mama?"

"Just went with Mr. Iwan. Said he wanted to get a souvenir with Aunt Miranti."

Edzar nodded in understanding. He turned to look at the dining table. "What's the cook this morning?"

"It's not Safa that's cooking, it's Mommy." Safa's voice swallowed a little.

Edzar looked at his wife. A shady smile immediately rose, sensitive to what Safa felt. "Indeed why? Don't ask you who's cooking."

Safa twisted her fingers in front of the body. "But Safa's supposed to cook for A Uda."

"Because?"

"Because Safa's wife A Uda."

Edzar patted Safa's head. "Rubber. Wives. His job is to serve the husband. That word has a broad meaning. But, as long as you know, actually the problem of cooking, washing dishes, sweeping, and all household chores is the job of the husband. No one obliges a wife to cook. It's basically all the husband's obligations."

Safa blinked, "Kok, is that it? Then, what's his wife doing?"

"Pregnant."

"What?"

"The wife's job is just to get pregnant." Edzar laughed at Safa's gawking expression.

Then he lifted the body, carrying it towards the dining table. Safa was suffocated when Edzar sat her there.

"Listen, Ai. When two people get married, then the living and all the housework becomes the obligation of her husband. Lent is all that a man needs, both material and spiritual. In terms of material, generally the living consists of food, clothing and shelter. So a wife is entitled to earn a living without having an obligation to process, manage or take care of it."

"So simply, the position of the wife is only open mouth and the husband is obliged to feed food into the mouth of the wife. There is no obligation of the wife to shop for raw materials, cook and process to serve them. All of that is essentially a husband's basic obligation."

"If the husband is not able to do it himself, there is still no obligation for the wife to do it. Even if the husband has to hire a maid or waiter to take care of the food and kitchen."

"But it is not the duty of the wife to serve the husband? It is commonly known," asked Safa puzzled.

Edzar smile. The man nodded. "What we discussed above is about the rights and obligations between spouses in black and white. Without looking at other sides such as moral considerations, ethics and social relations."

"The husband and wife relationship cannot be forever based solely on a rigid black and white legal relationship. Of course there are other aspects such as love, mutual belonging, mutual help, mutual giving up rights and each other have the desire to make their partners happy."

"Until a wife who basically has no obligation to do all these things, willingly and sincerely serves her husband, shopping for her husband, cooking for her husband, serving food at the dinner table for her husband, and serving her husband, even feed the husband if necessary. All this was done solely out of love and unfortunately for the husband."

"Until here understand, Love?"

Safa scratched her head, looking confused to digest Edzar's words. "Certainly, this lazy Safa, means not yet the totality of loving A Uda?"

"Here you go."

"Hng?"

"You're totality in bed." Edzar laughed, letting Safa beat his shoulder brutally.

Brutal according to Safa, for Edzar the fall was even spoiled.