Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Worth Being Suspected

All right, I think I know where to start.

At five o'clock in the afternoon. Dani I told him to take a break, although a lot of work was waiting but I suggested to continue tomorrow.

"And!" call me.

"Yes Ma'am." he paused for a moment from lifting some workshop equipment inside.

"From now on, you deposit to Ma'am just this workshop money. Ma'am would come every day after Mas Ricko left to teach."

The man in his twenties was gawking at me, astonished or knew something? I don't know.

"That's two hundred thousand for both of you. You are too tired today. Don't cook, just buy rice and coffee outside." I said as I moved from the table.

"Yes Ma'am, thank you." both smiled happily. Tired of hearing my sympathy for them.

I rushed home with nine hundred thousand dollars for two hours I waited for my workshop. Yes, it is my workshop. I sold jewelry and dowry given Mas Ricko for capital to open this workshop, while Mas Ricko's money was used up to buy a two-story house that we occupied, then it was paid off with the money Mama sent.

"Where's San?" asked Mas Ricko gently, he just finished taking a shower.

"From Mas's workshop, I was bored just at home." I answered past him, putting the bag on my room table.

"Tumbens?" he said while wearing a grey t-shirt.

"Aren't you Susan said just bored." reluctant to suspect, when I was suspecting her, or maybe she was afraid of being discovered?

"Ga cook San?" ask Ricko again.

"There's a rice pack." I grabbed the towel and immediately closed the bathroom door.

So the night will be different after coming to the workshop this afternoon. It seems like Mas Ricko deserves to be suspected.

I haven't opened Facebook in a few days. Grab a cell phone and start surfing.

"Beautiful night" emoj flowers bloomed a lot.I saw the time, 16 hours ago.

I squinted at Dila's status. Again I think about the time, if it is nineteen o'clock now, then this was made in the third of the night, about three in the morning.

"Astaghfirullah, that means he did not sleep at that hour." I murmured in my heart, even if I woke up, it was difficult to type happy status with fiber eyes and pain.

As for me, sleeping so well that I didn't hear anything until morning. If you want to know Dila's secret, it means I have to stay up late!

"Dear."

Again, Mas Ricko brought warm tea for me.

"Udah Mas, I don't want to drink tea anymore." I refuse, that's why I don't like tea, because the next morning my mouth feels sour. Said the guy had stomach acid rising.

"The husband's cooking makes him undrinkable." This handsome man in my eyes pursed his lips.

"Yes later then." I said twirling the phone.

"What's wrong?" ask Mas Ricko gently, and somehow my race is fed up.

"From tomorrow I'll be working in our workshop. Help Dani who seems to be troubled must take notes and count money, even though he is busy with motorcycles in front."

"Uhugh..." Mas Ricko choked great, the new warm tea in shreds came out partially, his nose wet. Certainly sick. He rushed to the bathroom to clean his nose.

"What the heck is Mas Ricko." I was annoyed as I buried a few pieces of tissue on the table. Sliding Mas Ricko's glass in front of me.

He came back with a damp face, washed his face. "Hasn't the workshop been fine in Dani and Rahmat's management?"

"Yes, but it was fitting that I was there the workshop directly crowded Mas, even the quiet workshop in front of us, have a husband Mbak Tami." deliberately put on a happy and excited face.

"Just coincidentally, wong is usually her crowded workshop. You'd better be home, let's recover quickly and we can program another pregnancy." she raised another glass of tea, sipped quite a lot.

Heh, how clever of him.

Ricko took a rough breath.

Not desperate, this time I went back to fishing Mas Ricko with sexy clothes and dressed up a little. My face is not ugly. My skin is smooth white, my hair is straight black and fragrant, my body shape is also a blend of bahenol and slim, is it still less exciting? Even Mas Ricko married me, overstepping his parents' blessing just because he wanted to touch me.

"Cock this hour sleepy, huh?" he said with eyes that began to loosen, breathing puffed out, then yawned and he seemed to be dizzy.

"Booking mas?" I protested while hugging and kissing Mas Ricko's chest.

"Seriously, I'm so sleepy" he replied.

Shortly afterwards he immediately entered the room, and slammed his gallant body into the bed.

"Alamaaakk, he is sound" I said astonished also desperate.

Because I was possessed by passionate lust, I became difficult to sleep tonight. Sitting on the bed watching Mas Ricko's face. He's handsome, the more mature the more handsome he looks.

"Drrr.ttt..." Mas Ricko's phone!

I moved, grabbed the jacket that Mas Ricko often wears, his phone was in one of his pockets.

"Jaka." I muttered, my forehead wrinkled to remember who Mas Ricko's friend Jaka was.

"Hello." I picked it up.

The mat! Tut's...Tut's...Tut's...

"Cock on matiin?" I saw Mas Ricko's phone.

I pressed the screen that was still on, if one second the call was off, the screen was locked again.

I tried some initials to open the screen. Vain.

Shortly after, my phone went off, it looked like a message was coming in.

Mamma. "Mom will see you."

"Mama's here?" my reply.

"No, you go home. Mama's missing."

"Yes Ma, tomorrow afternoon I go home" I replied without refuting.

"Why afternoon, when will the mall?" order Mama again.

"Wait for Ricko to go home and teach Ma."

Didn't get an answer, surely Mama doesn't like me to say Mas Ricko's name.

***

"Mas, later in the afternoon I'll let you go back to Mama's."

"Come home?" tanya Mas Ricko paused for a moment to chew my fried rice that morning.

"Yes, last night Mama sent a message. Ask me to come home."

Silence then only sounded clanking spoon and plate clashing.

"Come with you?" my door was subtle, knowing Mas Ricko would fight again melted the hearts of Mama and Papa.

"It's not a shame, if you want to go home later Cook for personal travel." he said. Of course, if the taxi in this corner does not exist.

"Oh, yes, I have. Just so you allow." I smiled forcedly. This pain is often repeated, when the husband and parents can not be invited to sit in the same chair.

"Of course, a week is okay. Go home later Mas pick you up, you live Mas phone." his smile is so wide, suspicious.