Sharing Love: The Forbidden Desire of My Husband
The Fake Promise Sower

...My determination is to be a career woman, but it does not make me forget my obligations as a mother and wife of a Gibran Bara Alkahfi....

...~Almeera Azzelia Shanum...

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The sunlight did not appear to be shining. The sky is still dark out there. The hour hand still shows at half-four in the morning. Time is too early in the morning. However, Almeera deliberately woke up this early to prepare herself and be able to take her son to school. 

Before entering the room. Almeera stopped at the door for a moment. She let out a heavy sigh when she realized that her husband was there. So slowly, Almeera pushed the wooden object to show the contents inside.

Almeera's eyes are circulating. Unknowingly his feet stepped to the side of the bed where there was a figure of a man sleeping. Almeera saw the look of a tired face clearly visible there. Honestly she felt sorry, but when she realized it was her own husband. Almeera tried to ignore him.

Already know have a wife aja ribet. Sok sukan wife two. Tired, right? He muttered and then left.

Almeera walked towards the dressing room. He opened his closet slowly so as not to cause a sound that could wake Bara. His eyes scrutinized, looking for official clothes he could use for work.

In his heart, Almeera offered many prayers. I hope there are clothes on her body. Otherwise, he dies on his first day of work.

In fact, Almeera could have dressed freely on the basis of her family's power. But he doesn't want to be like that. Performance and self-credibility should still be judged good and good when first working. 

Nearly fifteen minutes Almeera chose. Until the woman's choice fell on a long black skirt with a navy-colored shirt. A very forced choice because that is the only clothing that fits. It seems that later he will have to shop to buy work clothes. It's impossible, right, if he keeps wearing these clothes every day. 

"I gotta get out of here fast. Before the planting fitter woke up and approached me," he murmured with work clothes and toiletries and makeshift makeup to the princess' room. 

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As a wife and a mother figure for her two children. Almeera was in the kitchen this morning. More precisely he was arranging breakfast at the dinner table. He did cook, but after that Almeera took a shower before arranging it. 

Before long, the sound of knocking shoes with the floor was so clear. Without looking at it, Almeera had already guessed who it was. The aroma of the perfume alone had spread throughout the room even though their distance was not close enough. 

While Bara, the man who had just set foot in the dining room was instantly astonished to look at his wife who looked so different.

"Where are you going, Ra? Why so neat?" ask Bara streak with a demanding tone of speech. 

The man walked over and sat down on the chair he used to sit in. Meera, meanwhile, thrust the dishes at her son and daughter in turn. Yes, Bia and Abraham certainly look neat too. Both of them sat on the dining chair and waited for the food I finished cooking. 

"Ra," called Bara in a quieter voice.

The man understands the situation right now. There was his little daughter who noticed the two of them. He can't act out of bounds, if he doesn't want to make his daughter afraid of him.

"Work," said Almeera casually.

He took food for Bara and put it on his plate.

"Work?" reset Bara with frown. "What do you do, Ra? Where's work? And why didn't you tell me?

Hee chatty.

Now you say not to tell? Huh, it feels like I want to turn the clock and scream in front of your face if yesterday I invited you to meet to ask for permission.

Then now with a full morning drama, he says why I'm not allowed to. Very stale, Mr. Gibran Bara Alkahfi. 

"Javab, Ra?" exclaim Bara impatiently.

"Why did Papa snatch Mama?" said the voice of the little boy who made Bara aware of the situation there.

The man who looked neatly could only close his eyes. Then without a word, he got up from there and pulled his wife's hand so gently to invite her to speak together. 

"You eat first. Mom and Dad want to talk for a minute."

"Please." Almeera managed to take off her hand from Bara. 

The woman stared at her sore wrist and only realized that the former Bara grip caused redness. "You hurt me." 

Spontaneously turned. He looked at Almeera's hand with regret. 

"I don't want to hurt you, honey. Forgive me for clutching it too strongly," Bara quickly replied.

When the man was about to hold Almeera's hand again. The mother of Bia and Abraham quickly hid her wrists behind her body. He did not want to be touched anymore because it must have caused a sigh between the two of them.

"What do you want to say! Quickly the kids are going to school," said Almeera throwing her face aside.

She was reluctant to look at her husband's face. It felt like Almeera's mood would fall if she looked at the face of the man who had been waiting for her answer since.

"Where do you work, Ra?" 

"In Kak Jo's company." 

"You sure? Really, Ra?" tanya Bara doesn't believe. "But why do you suddenly want to work? Hasn't my living been enough for the needs of you, our families and our children." 

"Enough, but sorry. This time I will still work," Almeera said without looking at Bara in the slightest.

"But what's the reason, Ra? Give me a reason!" sue Bara with her firm voice.

Almeera spontaneously turned. She stared at her husband fiercely and ventured to face Bara.

"I'm bored at home, Mr. Gibran Bara. The children are also grown and there is a nanny" Almeera said with a sharp look. 

"It's not like that, Ra," Bara interrupted quickly 

"Then what was it like?"

"Did you have Bia held by her nanny all day?" 

"You just calm down. Bia's business, I'll take her to the office. She won't be with her nanny at home." 

Yes, from last night Almeera had thought of everything. He also did not leave his daughter alone at home with the nanny. She still has the conscience and soul of motherhood to make her make a decision by bringing her daughter to the company. 

"But, Ra. Then you…." 

"Udahlah, Mommy. What else do you want to talk about?" sela Almeera was getting impatient. "If you want to find another reason. I stick with my decision. I'll work!" 

"Why did you become such a dissident?" 

Almeera spontaneously raised her hand. As if he wanted Bara to stop this conversation.

"Don't bring other problems into the conversation that have nothing to do. If that happens, I can't guarantee you'll be able to answer all my questions, Mom." 

Bara. He stared weakly at his wife. Almeera was very obedient. He never fought back, but now, why his wife had changed so much.

"I'll also split my work time and take care of the house. You can hold my word," Almeera paused for a moment. "I won't break my promise because I'm not you, FALSE PROMISE SOWER MAN." 

~Connected

Hiyaa Mbak Meera is getting brave! huu I like this, Hihi.

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