Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
The Dila Red Sign

Monday as usual, my house, which was neighboring the boarding houses of my neighbor Tami's mother, was crowded as some girls were preparing to go to school, they stand in front of the house of Mbak Tami waiting for a subscription motorcycle taxi, or also their friends who bring vehicles.

So did I, after accompanying Mas Ricko breakfast I brought Mas Ricko bag and drove him to the front. My husband works as a teacher at a State High School.

"Be careful, my mother." I said, thrusting my cheek at him.

Cup.cup.

I got two kisses on my left cheek and forehead. Today he will leave for the county. His status that had just been appointed as PNS made my husband often go several days to complete his appointment file.

Not coming in immediately, I stared at my husband's slow back that finally disappeared in the front corner. I'm happy and sad, of course I will miss him a lot because this time he will be gone for one week.

"During San?" ask my neighbor's mother.

"Yes Ma'am, one Sunday" I replied smiling, though rarely chatting, but often greeting.

I read a student who attended the same High School as my husband, sitting while playing a cell phone in a tight gray uniform, up to a button on his chest as if he wanted to jump. It seemed like only he had not gotten the ojek, whereas the others had already climbed onto their subscription ojek. Or waiting for someone, I don't know.

Honestly, I do not like this one boarding child, in addition to the way of dressing that provokes orgasm, his eyes are also too smart thieves look at anyone who is male. I'm afraid, after all, Mas Ricko is also a normal man, especially young.

I rush inside, close the door and I'd better continue my cleaning activities.

I think again, at home alone I don't need to rush to pack the house, after all Mas Ricko will be gone for one Sunday.

I reached for the phone on the nightstand, while sitting leaning on the bed, surfing in cyberspace for a moment.

"Ga spirit, left for a long time." so short status Dila, a boarding boy who likes to dress super tight with a big puffed up chest, maybe he's still ahead.

"Eh, I should have made that status" I thought.

I love to watch his Facebook status. She is one of the boarding children who attract the attention of people, in addition to beautiful and sexy lifestyle is also quite decent compared to other children, even though her parents are just ordinary farmers.

Not to comment, because they are unstable High School children, nothing should be posted, including the feeling of confusion often hit for no reason.

That night, I tried to call Mas Ricko, busy? It was hard to contact Ricko. An hour later, Mas Ricko called back.

"What's the first thing? How come I called a few times can't I?" I'm upset that this showed at 23:00.

"Oh, just called the principal" he replied.

"Those nights?" ask me to continue my frustration.

"Yes, because it's important darling" she replied convincingly. "Oh yes, tomorrow please leave the same Dila Absence children yesterday I brought to fill the daily replay table."

"You're his homeroom teacher Dila Mas?" I asked, because I just heard it.

"Not, but teaching in Dila's class as well."

"Oh, yes." I finally ended the phone call, and tomorrow Mas Ricko had to get up early.

I pulled the blanket, but it was hard to close my eyes. The only thing I can do is grab my phone and watch social media.

"Same call Ayang. The smile." emoj kissed twice.

I looked at the time below, nineteen minutes ago.

I saw a wall clock in my room. 23:20am.

"Cock the same time?"

***

One Sunday already, today Mas Ricko came home from the district. Afternoon at four I was getting ready, taking a shower and dressing up in nice, fragrant clothes.

It became my custom to welcome Mas Ricko home.

I open the exit, I want when Mas Ricko comes home I immediately welcome him.

I noticed the terrace that I did not sweep all day was not dirty because no one came.

Before long, the sound of Mas Ricko's motorbike was heard entering the terrace when I was changing clothes, feeling my clothes were not good enough to welcome Mas Ricko. I'm out in a knee-length dress.

"Mas!" call me, I see Dila and Mas Ricko staring at each other motionlessly, I suspect.

"Dear." Ricko smiled broadly, took off his helmet and immediately hugged me. A little I lyric Dila threw away face. Wonderful!

After dinner, I saw Mas Ricko grabbing a jacket behind the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" ask me wonder, is not tired just returned home on a two-hour journey by motorcycle.

"I have to go to the principal's house. Someone has to sign with him." replied Ricko.

"What time's it?" ask me unreservedly.

"Not yet darling, if it's not rame I go home soon, if the rame is not good too, maybe chat for a while" he said.

I followed Mas Ricko walking to the front door.

"Ga bring a motor?" ask me wonder.

"Let me in front of Andi. Ribet at the headmaster's house parking is narrow." he replied it is true so.

"If you sleep first, bring the keys to the house." he answered into his jacket pocket.

I didn't answer, then immediately closed the door in annoyance. For some reason, since a few months, Mas Ricko's attitude has changed a little.

Well, don't want to be prejudiced, after all he was busy taking care of the PNS appointment file. Maybe I'm the only one who feels less cared for. Four months ago I miscarried, it was not the first, but the third time after almost two years of marriage.

The night is getting late, besides because Mas Ricko is still outside, of course my sense of longing is unbearable to want to spend the night with Mas Ricko. I was thinking of sending a message.

"Mas, is it still a long time?" message sent, check two grays.

For a long time, until almost fifteen minutes later there was a reply.

"In a moment, it's still good to talk."

Argh..

Nice talking, not better in a kelonin wife? I snorted angrily, slamming my phone in bed.

Until 23:25. My bedroom door was heard opening.

I opened my eyes without turning back. From the dresser in front of me I could see Mas Ricko coming in and taking off his jacket.

I think he's gonna wake me up, ask for his ration. Ricko is not the type of man who can resist lust for days. It can be said that he is hyper ***. But my guess was wrong, he just went straight to sleep next to me, it didn't take long, a subtle snoring rang out behind my ears.

I opened my eyes, turned slowly and looked at my husband's face.

He came home like he had been doing heavy activities, sleeping until he was upset, his body did not move at all.

***

I woke up early in the morning, even though it was Sunday, I still had to prepare breakfast.

"Wake up Mas." I said as I pulled out the window curtains.

I'm saying Mas Ricko just moves on and then sleeps again. I continued to open the side window curtains facing the house of Ms. Tami.

If it's a weekday, there must be many boarding children standing on the side, preparing to go to school or work. But holidays usually children go home to their parents who are in the district next door, a distance far enough to make them have to cost to continue their education in the center of the district. Understandably, inadequate roads make them difficult to ride a motorcycle when it rains.

But something caught my attention.

Dila had just finished showering with a towel wrapped around her chest, she purposely came out to hang the clothes in the backyard, so that I could see clearly, the red mark of the rest of the lovemaking on Dila's neck.

Astaghfirullah, did he spend the night with his girlfriend last night?

My heart aches as well as envy, usually Mas Ricko makes that mark on me, exactly so.