Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Where is the Money then?

Mas Ricko's routine if it's a holiday he'll go to the workshop that from the beginning of Marriage is a rice tree for both of us.

I've never asked for money with Mas Ricko, he belongs to the understanding husband in money matters. Every month he gave me two and a half million for shopping. While my parents also sometimes send money to my account for just shopping or anything I want.

"Ga need to tell your husband" said Mama, it's not without reason.

My parents never approved of my marriage to Mas Ricko, nor did they ever approve of our marriage.

Just thought about the miscarriage I had three times. Or maybe it was our parents who never approved of us.

Even so, Mama still calls often, also Mas Ricko's mother. He calls a lot but never talks to me.

"You want to talk to Susan Ma?" as soon as Mas Ricko tried to persuade my mother-in-law.

"You need to be healthy, what matters is that you are healthy!" ketus.

Ricko also comes from a pretty decent family, but it's the same with me. They are reluctant to give away their possessions because they don't like me.

Forced, Mas Ricko worked as an honorary teacher in this corner because the opportunity to be appointed as ASN is greater than in the city.

At the beginning of our marriage, we had a hard time living a married life. In addition to the problem of money that changed drastically, we also had to take pains to rotate the brain to open a business with little capital. Until it becomes a workshop that is finally able to support us even though mediocre.

Mas Ricko loved me so much, that a few months ago my third miscarriage made him change. Mas Ricko said. "Maybe your uterus is still sick, we should give it time to recover after that we plan to have more children."

It initially makes sense, three miscarriages in the near future is certainly painful for a woman. Not only his body but his heart.

But, getting here even seems strange. It's been more than healing time but he's changed instead. As if accustomed to distance and not lust after me.

"Am I not beautiful anymore? Maybe I should go to a salon or shop, change my appearance and need some new clothes."

I wish my worries and suspicions would be broken if we spent the night together.

Later that night, I dressed up with part of my heart agitated, my mind going everywhere.

If it is true that Dila bought good clothes just to serve my husband, from my husband's money, I can also buy good clothes to keep my husband. Tonight my bed should be warm. Cook lost to the High School boy.

"Dear." Ricko came to bring me some warm tea.

"Thank you Mas." I smiled sitting nearby. I said he was so relaxed, wearing short color pants with a white T-shirt.

"In the drink dear, still warm" he said stroking my hair. Very happy, it seems like my appearance managed to make Mas Ricko warm again, moreover he whispered. "You're beautiful."

"I leaned against his chest, watching television and enjoying a warm tea made by Mas Ricko.

On second thought, he loved me so much. Then what should I suspect?

Really, his handsome face made my chest gurgle, even more so that it had not received a touch that ended tired in bed.

"Mas." call me spoiled.

"Yes" she replied sounding so friendly. He hugged me and kissed my forehead as well as my cheeks.

"Hoamm.." I don't know why lately I often get sleepy, I even fall asleep like a dead person. Not hearing heavy rain in the middle of the night, or the terrace is so dirty and wet tomorrow morning.

***

Samar heard a teaching voice, then it became clearer when the azan reverberated.

I forgot something!

I immediately turned from my miring position with mixed feelings in mind Dila's words yesterday.

"Mas Ricko!" muttered. But finally breathed a sigh of relief.the man I suspected slept beside me so soundly.

***

This Monday is the red date. At three o'clock in the afternoon I left the house, a prank after Mas Ricko went to the workshop. He went there first, probably because we didn't have children yet, making Mas Ricko bored, or lonely.

Not as expected, Mas Ricko told the workshop deserted and his income was only enough to pay two employees that was all disputed. He said after the remaining capital money is only a little, and often added with a salary that is also a little to meet the needs of our household. Perhaps what it means is that 2.5 million. Also after a few months he has received an ASN salary, still the money he gave a number of it, understand the process that must be lived so much and troublesome. And it certainly needs money.

"Sir Susan?" Dani officer Mas Ricko greeted me.

"Yes Dan, is there Ricko?" my many.

"Just come out, want to order stuff. Mr. Iqbal's car tomorrow to the district, all shopping can be directly nitip." replied Dani.

I went in and sat at the cashier's table. I see the goods in the workshop have indeed been reduced a lot, and in front there Dani and his colleagues continue to struggle with several motorcycles that have been waiting in line to be repaired.

I open the bookkeeping workshop, all the data in and out of the goods is there of course.

My eyes focus on a neat row, sales transactions and services are quite a lot, even one or two days in one Week the number of customers in this workshop reaches hundreds.

"Mother." Dani approached with a hundred thousand dollars.

"Yes." Yeah."

"This is a change of oil, Ma'am, all of you really started" he said sungkan, glancing at the book I was holding.

"Here let Mbak catet." I wrote on the final sheet.

"Ninety-five thousand." said Dani again. Give me the money, I replace it with five thousand.

"And?" call me before he turns around.

"Yes Ma'am?" politely replied.

"Mas Ricko if you're on holiday here often?" I asked to focus on the face of that twenty-year-old bachelor.

"Yes" he answered.

"Keep, your workshop finances all deposited into Mas Ricko?" ask again.

"Yes Ma'am, how dare I hold a lot of money" he replied again.

"Much?" I said thinking further and further, with the sight of Dani's oil-drenched face nodding.

True too, if calculated from the sale of goods and services, if the small only take advantage of twenty thousand, the twenty motor that come to be repaired a day is a lot! Not yet the basic capital, then income is small, or other large transactions, it is recorded separately like a grouping table, bookkeeping workshop is quite neat. I myself made it early to open a workshop first.

If there is a lot of money, where is that money?