Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
the POV Ricko

Happy reading to karma..😁

May all readers be healthy always.

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Like simalakama fruit, really my position at this time is not pleasant. It was also my fault that I accepted Clara's offer to work for this company. I'm caught up in a past mistake that hasn't passed. I don't know...

"Mas Ricko." Dila greeted me with a smile and a fresh face, she had finished her bath.

"Darling." I said affectionately, pecked his cheek and took him in. I rarely treat her this way, even calling her dear can be counted when I'm married. But for the sake of my mission, I must make her feel she is the only one of mine, my love and my beloved.

"Bring first or eat first?" tanya Dila was happy.

"Eating first is also okay, because later the Maghrib runs out there is a little work in the office" I said directly to the sink washing hands.

"Old?" ask Dila, I know she doesn't want to stay for long.

"No, at least an hour more, right deket." said I immediately took the warm white rice into my plate.

"Oh, why don't you just go overtime?" ask Dila again.

"It should be, but don't calm down because you're pregnant. I like to think." I replied, it's true that I'm worried about Dila.

"Thank you, ma'am." He took my hand.

I can't wait to finish my meal, don't forget to take a shower and get ready to go. I say goodbye so friendly, do not forget I elus Dila's large stomach, also pecked the old head. There was a bit of guilt in my heart, but it's okay, I can definitely. live this, long-time Dila will get used to it.

I turned on my motorcycle, drove up to the front corner, then turned slowly, so as not to be discovered Dila that I was just visiting the house next door.

"Father!" the cry of my son when I came, so eloquently did he call me that, I think Clara had taught me first before I called myself 'Papa'."

"What is it, baby?" I asked as I carried my little girl.

"He just finished eating." Clara replied while giving Richa some drinking water. I helped him.

"Udah?" clara smiled at Richa.

"Udah." she replied, nodding happily, unable to stand me with Richa's adorable behavior, I peeked at her cheek.

The little girl giggled amusedly pushing my face, I think my mustache made her so.

"Sharp, dear?" I teased him, I stroked my mustache.

"Papa's pain." she chuckled again, Richa's distinctive chirping sound made me want to again and again, keep teasing her.

"Dear, you'll have nightmares, cry from laughing too much." prevent Clara from blocking Richa's chest that I kissed so many times.

"Is that right?" I was wondering, I have no experience with children.

"Yes, he'll cry, worse if you ask. How's it?" Clara looked at me, as if giving a code to accompany Richa tonight.

"Alright, let's play something else." take me, switch in front of the television. Richa's taking me to play with a doll.

"It's Ica's, it's Papa's." He gave me the teddy bear.

"Thank you dear." I rubbed Richa's head. There was a soft sigh suddenly greeting my heart, it turned out this was what it felt like to be a Papa. Even my son is big, smart and funny. Suppose I don't play around with a lot of women, maybe my life isn't this complicated, unfortunately it's happened and Richa's presence isn't for me to regret. Loved her.

"It's gonna boob." Richa hugged my neck. After forty minutes of play I felt he was tired.

"Do you want a fat Papa?" I asked, I remember that night Clara carried Richa. So I did, trying to be a good Papa to my son.

Trinjg...

The sound of my cell phone interrupts Richa's sleep.

"Sleep baby." I said, turning off my phone. Even though I knew Dila would get angry after this.

Similarly, a few days later, I tried to arrange a time to meet Richa without Dila's knowledge.it lasted two weeks, there was even once I stayed at Clara's house sleeping three as a family, like a family, and come home at dawn.

Until that day Dila contracted, I panicked to see my wife in pain, immediately taking her to a nearby clinic.

"Mas.." cried Dila withstanding her pain, I really feel sorry.

And as my phone rang, a call from Clara, I heard from that phone line Richa was crying.

"Sorry Clara, Dila is about to give birth" I replied, I hope she understands this time.

"Mas, please.." said Dila whimpering, whining and shouting alternately.

"Yes, I'm here honey." I held her hand, hugged her for a moment. Although it was the doctor who was finally in charge of helping Dila's delivery, I stood holding her hand.

For almost an hour I was guarding Dila who kept screaming, and she was finally in real pain and was about to give birth. I broke out in a cold sweat watching Dila struggle, I really had her in pain at the age of a dozen years.

"Alhamdulillah." so said the young doctor when my baby came out of Dila's stomach. I am no less grateful, I am glad my baby was born healthy, he is fat, his gender is male.

"Alhamdulillah" I said, I already have a boy and a girl.

Dila lay limp with sweat pouring down her forehead. And it's not over, he still has to be cleaned also in the sewing core. She's ill.... Two women are experiencing it all because of me. Yes, I remember Clara also gave birth to a normal, and that she was alone without me.

The next day Dila and my baby were home.

"Mas, do you have to go to work?" asked Dila, she must be confused how to be alone at home.

"Yes, but I want to find a housekeeper first to accompany you" I replied.

"Oh, thank goodness." she sat up holding our son.

I heard the doorbell ring.

"Who is Mas?" ask Dila.

"Attent." I put the baby box near Dila, then opened the door.

"Clara." I was a little surprised by Clara's arrival.

"I'm sorry, just wanted to give this to your son." Clara gives the baby stroller that is still wrapped neatly.

I became silent, turning to Dila who was in the front room.

"Who is Mas?" tanya Dila shouted a little.

"Oh, this is Miss Clara dear." I replied nervously. Moreover, Clara entered and headed for the room where Dila was with Richa.

"Hello Dila, I think you're healthy" Clara said, greeting my wife.

"Yes, thank you for coming." replied Dila. I also went into the room putting Stroller baby.

"Alright, then excuse me for going to the office" Clara said again.

"Thank you for the card, whether you should drink first." Dila bargained.

"No, thanks. I had breakfast." It seems Clara is reluctant to linger, her attitude also looks unusual.

"All right, thank you very much. Dila touched Richa's little hand.

"Mama.." whine Richa did not like, even though Dila smiled kindly at my son.

"It's okay, honey." Clara patted him on the shoulder slowly, smiling and then exited the room.

"Lord...!" richa shouted to look at me.

I swear, I became tense even more Dila looked in wonder at Richa and I took turns.