The Return of the First Wife
Chapter 22 - The Deal

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"Mas won't be able to sleep here. Look at the little bed." Altesa gave an excuse while pointing his index finger at the bed. Coincidentally the bed is indeed the type that is devoted to one person.

"Isn't that better. Maybe a narrow place can make our relationship more peaceful. That's what you want, right?" Wildan stopped stepping. His two hands went into his pants pocket. Waiting for Altesa's next response.

"The problem with that. I actually don't want to be in a hurry. Especially to the point of forcing," Altesa said with a wry smile.

"You're not forcing. I don't want to reject your good intentions. Moreover, your choice is also based on my advice."

Altesa. Wildan seemed to seriously want to sleep together. All the reasons Altesa had given, but none of them were effective.

"Yes, I can sleep here. Let me sleep on the couch". Altesa tried hard to resist. He immediately walked towards the exit.

"No! I won't be able to sleep if you're not with me." Wildan blocked Altesa's wrist.

"Don't do it, Mum. I don't want to make Brother Erma angry," Altesa refused as he slowly took Wildan's hand off.

"He wouldn't be angry if he didn't know" Wildan said. The more you don't know yourself.

Altesa was completely infuriated at Wildan's shameless attitude. He just clenched his mouth tightly. Wildan's attitude actually made Altesa even more disgusted. However, the woman chose to be patient. All for Azka's sake and the rights she wanted to take back.

Wildan and Altesa were silent to each other. That was when Wildan took the opportunity to be able to move closer. He grinned as he draped Altesa's unraveling hair to the side. Then slowly approached Altesa's neck.

In contrast to Wildan's perverted mind, Altesa instead thought of a compelling reason to reject Wildan. He froze in a second.

When Wildan almost drowned his face into the neck niche, then Altesa said, "Sorry, Mas. I can't. I'll only sleep with you if Brother Erma permits. That is what is called peace for me. Even if we intend to just sleep, but it will still cause misunderstandings."

Altesa tried to move again. Wildan let. The man fell silent while implying a probing look.

This time it was Altesa who was grinning. He was happy to be able to leave in front of Wildan.

"Alright if that's what you want. I'll help you get close to Erma" Wildan said. Making Altesa's footsteps stop. "But after getting permission from Erma, let me sleep with you. The purpose of sleeping here is not just sleep. I'm sure you understand," he continued.

Altesa grunted violently. Then turn the body to face Wildan. "Can home life go that way? That sounds outrageous to me."

"It's even more outrageous if I don't touch you at all. You're still my wife, Al. That's why you can stay here" Wildan said, raising two hands in the air. He glared back his curiously full gaze again.

"Why? Don't you want to? Let's not say what I'm doing right now, doesn't go according to your plan" Wildan said. Makes Altesa's eyes perfectly round.

"No! I just feel weird. All right. We'll sleep together if Brother Erma allows." Altesa. He had no choice but to accept the deal from Wildan. Her husband smiled broadly.

"I'm going to the bathroom." The irritated Altesa, hurriedly moved away. He wanted to blow up the anger in a hidden place. Going to the bathroom is the only way to avoid Wildan.

After Altesa left, Wildan frowned. Because of Altesa's strange attitude, his sense of betrayal grew.

"We look. Do you really want to sleep with me later" Wildan murmured. That night, he decided to go back to sleep with Erma.

In the bathroom, Altesa washed his face repeatedly. He took a deep breath, then let out through his mouth.

"I must learn martial arts immediately. I'm not just gonna take Wildan to jail. But also beat him to satisfaction." Altesa forms a bogem in one hand. Grimacing a face full of determination.

Satisfied with his own anger, Altesa returned to the room. He was relieved not to see Wildan's whereabouts. Altesa was now able to sleep peacefully.

One night's gone. On a clear morning, everyone joined the dining table. Enjoy the breakfast made by Altesa.

"Azka want to add more?" tawang Altesa soft. Azka was not concerned. The boy kept putting on a pouting face.

Erma who saw, was happy. He immediately asked Azka the same question. As if intentionally wanting to make Altesa cornered.

"I want the chocolate jam, Mommy." Azka answered immediately. He even smiled as Erma rubbed the top of her head.

Altesa's forehead pursed. His head slowly bowed. He was no longer interested in continuing his breakfast.

Realizing there was a bit of tension, Wildan thought for a moment. He wanted to find a way how Altesa and Erma could get closer. Until an idea came to his mind.

"Al, are you going to work today?" ask Wildan. Now all eyes are on him. The astonished gazes were certainly emitted by Erma and Azka. Especially when Wildan spoke while showing a calm expression.

"Special this morning not. But if it's late afternoon, I-I"

"Then be prepared. You and Erma are going shopping together" Wildan cut.

The pupils of Altesa's eyes grow. The same thing Erma did. How not? Wildan casually suggested so, while Erma and Altesa's relationship had not improved.

"Mas! Whatchu mean?" Erma demanded an answer.

"You should also prepare, dear." Wildan's answer does not connect with Erma's question at all.

"But..." Erma was about to speak again, but stopped when Wildan suddenly stood up. The man invited him to speak with four eyes to another room.

Wildan and Erma spoke on the back porch. Where no one can hear the two.

"What are you doing?! I don't want to go with that woman!" erma protest is bad.

"Darling, I just want you to ascertain Altesa's true intentions. I'm doing this because I don't believe it yet" Wildan said.

Erma speechless. He moves the eyeball to the right and left. Trying to make the right decision.

"The sooner we know Altesa's plan, the sooner we will make a proper plan to get rid of it. If you hate him, at least pretend to be okay. How's it?" Wildan tried to convince Erma for the umpteenth time.

Erma took a long breath. He looked seriously at Wildan. Until his head moved to nod once.

"You're right. We can't trust Altesa right away. I'm pretty sure he's up to something." Erma finally agrees to go through Wildan's plan.

"You have to prove it, baby. Go with Altesa." Wildan held onto Erma's shoulder. A knot smile expands on his face.