The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PAS 5

"Whose house is this, Dad? How many doors are there?" nana asked as the car stopped in front of a large house with three floors. But what distinguishes the house from the usual house, the house has many doors that line both on the first floor, and other floors.

"This is called a contract. There are a lot of people here, most of whom live. Some are wander to work, some are wander to pursue higher education here like studying at a university that is their goal."

"Oh, so they live here all right, Dad?"

"Yes, for those who do not have a home here or where they live far away, they contract here."

"Oh. Then, what are you doing here?" asked Nana curiously.

"You pick someone up. Well, that's the guy." Show Amar to a woman dressed formally, but impressed sexy who walked towards his car.

Nana frowned when she saw the woman who was none other than Nafisa.

"He who's the father?" asked Nana curiously.

"He's a friend of father's," Amar replied briefly with a gaze towards Nafisa.

"Hi, Mas, sorry for a long time," said Nafisa who had opened the car door on the left. "Eh, she .. " Nafisa's speech was cut off when she saw Nana sitting beside the wheel.

"She's Nana, my eldest daughter," said Amar. "Na, she's Aunt Nafisa, a friend of the father's office," continued Amar introduced Nafisa to his daughter.

"Hey pretty, meet Aunt Nafisa. Nana can call Aunt Fisa, too" said Nana while thrusting her hand at Nana. Nana welcomes Nafisa's hand and kisses her according to her mother's teaching.

Nafisa smiled gently then rubbed the top of Nana's head.

"Nana, Tan," said Nana.

"Well, your son is besides beautiful, also polite, Mas. Lucky you have a daughter like this," praised Nafisa making Nana smile shyly.

"Auntie is beautiful too."

"Eh, well, smart muji is also you. But Nana's a lot prettier, isn't she?"

Amar nodded in agreement that her daughter was very beautiful. As beautiful as her mother. Uh ...

As Nana sat in front, Nafisa moved to the back. Along the way to Nana's school, the two chat and seem familiar. But their chatter is forced to stop because they have arrived at Nana's school.

"See you later, sweetie."

"See you tomorrow, beautiful Auntie" exclaimed Nana as she waved to Nafisa.

Afterwards, Amar drove his car away from Nana's school with Nafisa who had moved to the front.

"Your son is really cool? How friendly. So gemes. Very lucky that could be his mother," said Nafisa while smiling widely.

"Oh, huh? Do you want a daughter like Nana?"

"Yes, I want to. Who wouldn't want to have a beautiful, smart, handsome child like Nana. Can I take the name of a walk sometime?"

"May, of course I can," said Amar smiling widely. "But it has to be the same with her father."

Nafisa chuckled and then hit Amar's arm, "ah, not cool, it's been escorted bodyguard dong," he said chuckling. "but no papa deh, it's natural. A protective father is good."

"Oh yeah Sa, has breakfast?" tanya Amar was still busy with her steering wheel.

"Udah, why?"

"Well, I haven't. Si Aliyah, wake up late so I'm the same Nana hasn't had time to eat breakfast."

"Oh my goodness, you're so fucked up, Mom. Duh, why did you just say that? You should have told me from earlier so I could make Nana breakfast together? He wants to learn, but his stomach is empty. Can-can not concentrate on learning dong, Nana nya."

Nafisa then rubbed the back of Amar's hand on the gear. Amar turned his head, Nafisa smiling gently making Amar smile back.

"Propsy. Could it be that Mas's wife is so because of her tiredness."

"Capek what? Just doing housework, tired of what."

"Udah ah, frown continuously. Entar is handsome. How about we get breakfast first!" tawar Nafisa's.

"But you said you had breakfast?"

"But isn't Mas Amar yet? I am not papa deh temenin. It is not good to work on an empty stomach. You can't concentrate anymore. It's messed up," Nafisa said, making Amar smile because he felt cared for by Nafisa.

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"Ciez is going to work together!" goda Budi who has arrived first in the office.

"Ck, just busy with people. Tuh, the forest of his report work, about the boss suddenly asked, loe's confusion," ketus Amar, but only Budi returned with oddity.

"Ah, you want, not cool. How-how, it turns out my idea ajakin loe hanging out with yesterday was great right? The proof today is loe nyampe workplace with a beaming face, not like usually the face is wry," Budi tease does not care if Amar has a wife. Sometimes the environment is one of the factors of infidelity.The environment that supports, no matter the person has a partner or family, they actually betroth their friends to others without thinking about the consequences.

Amar smiled widely, then gave his thumbs up, "lunch I treat."

"What is it really?" ask to make sure.

Amar nodded for sure, without thinking about how his son and wife were at home.

Meanwhile, at Amar's house, Aliyah looked overwhelmed. He wanted to clean the house and wash clothes, but Amri had not wanted to be left behind. Until this morning, Amri's fever has not really gone down. Earlier in the morning, Amri's fever had dropped, but an hour later, the heat rose again. As a result, Amri continued to cry making Aliyah confused herself.

His headache has not yet subsided. His stomach was also empty as he had not had time to prepare breakfast. Fortunately, he had already bathed Gaffi. But no one had breakfast. Gaffi was already whining hungry making him confused himself.

"Gaffi ate the same crackers as soy sauce first, son? Mom hasn't had time to cook. Adek Amri from earlier crying did not want mom to stay because."

"Ndak hayu kelupuk, hau asik ama ecap aja," said Gaffi made Aliyah smile proudly mixed with miris. This child is so understanding. Aliyah then rubbed the top of Gaffi's head gently.

"Abang Gaffi wait here, yeah. I took the rice first," said Aliyah, who was embraced by Gaffi.

Aliyah went to the kitchen with Amri still in her cradle. After taking the rice mixed with soy sauce, Aliyah immediately gave the rice to Gaffi. Gaffi seemed to eat voraciously even though only rice was mixed with soy sauce.

Gaffi is not very picky food. If indeed he does not like the side dishes available, Gaffi prefers to eat with white rice only.

After making sure Gaffi ate, Aliyah took a broom. With one hand, Aliyah swung a broom cleaning the floor. The other hand was still holding Amri.

"Amri rolls around in the room, son. Do you want to wash your clothes?"

"Sir," rejected Amri in a slightly shrill voice.

"But I have to be holy, son. Amri's clothes stink if not washed," Aliyah continued to persuade Amri, but the two-year-old toddler did not want to be left behind by his mother even a little.

"Ndaaaak," cried Amri again.

Aliyah exhaled a rough breath while massaging her throbbing temple of the state.

Now not only his head is throbbing pain, but also his stomach. It was already noon, but Aliyah had not had time to cook anything. He also had no time to eat at all. He believes, the stomach acid back up because it has not eaten since morning. Aliyah's stomach is a little sensitive, if you eat a little too late, then the stomach acid will soon rise. But he never complained about it at all. Not unwilling to tell a story, but for him it is useless to tell what happened to him because whatever he said was only considered the wind and then by her husband. Or worse, her husband will consider her a whiny, too much complaining, making her lazy to tell her husband anything.

Amar forgot, to whom else Aliyah shared the story if not to her husband. Sometimes, the wife tells the story not because she wants to complain, but expects a little attention from the husband. Not much the wife wants from the husband, other than loyalty and affection, is a little attention. I want to hear when he complains. It is simple, but it means a lot to a wife. Very simple, but often considered trivial by husbands.

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