When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
S2: First Meeting [Laila and the King]
The king massaged his temple, from noon he was busy thinking about Laila. It seems unlikely that Laila is pregnant with her child, because she knows very well that Laila is not just sleeping with her. That night she clearly saw Laila enter the hotel room with another man.
"Haiss ... I hurt my head thought Laila."
The king decided not to care about the woman. Most likely if the girl who looks like him is just a coincidence. Too much betrayal that he received in the past, making him not want to bother thinking about women in his past.
The voice of Adhan Maghrib. Soon the King was getting ready to perform prayers at the nearest mosque. In the end the man returned to the path of Allah, his feelings were calmer since the prayer.
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"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."
All worshippers immediately looked up their hands as the priest recited prayers. Secretly in the heart of the King prayed that God would reunite him with Riska and Risky. He also wanted to know who the mother of the twins was.
Someone poking the King's waist made the grown man look to the side. It looked like the boy he met earlier this afternoon smiled innocently at him. He showed his toothy middle.
"Uncle," his call slowly made the King smile brightly. Unknowingly she pulled Risky to sit on her lap. The boy was obedient, he was even happy to be held on the bench by a grown man for the first time.
There was a sense of warmth in Risky's heart, his eyes were glazed, but his lips were smiling brightly.
"It turns out to be true said Ozan, if the boy is more comfortable sitting on the lap of the father than the lap of the mother," Inner Risky remembered the words of his friend.
The boy honestly felt jealous to see his friends had a father. Meanwhile, he doesn't have. Especially when Eid, they will return to their father's village. Riska and Risky stay home. Mostan went to the city to ride the bianglala.
"But, right. Uncle King is not my father," Risky's inner moody back.
The king hugged Risky's waist. He whispered in the boy's ear.
"Who are you going to the mosque with, Ky?" asked the King in a soft voice to make Risky no longer sad.
"With Mother and Riska. Riska at the women's shaf, with Mommy!" risky replied no less slowly.
The king smiled widely. He felt very happy, because God immediately granted his prayer to meet with Riska and Risky. God gave the King a bonus to meet the mother of the twins.
"Later to know Uncle with your Mother, yes!" the Pinta King made Risky nod his head in spirit.
"But, Uncle don't be surprised, if Mother Brother is beautiful, bad," replied Risky smiling arrogantly proud to have a beautiful and good mother like Laila.
The king who heard it chuckled. He was curious about the twins' mother.
"Absolutely then, Uncle also wants to find a wife," joked the King made Risky immediately pout. He looked at the King with sharp eyes.
"Mother belongs only to Daddy, Brother!" risky boldly. The king who heard it could only hold a smile. He's getting his arms tight.
The mosque youth distributed the rice box, making the look of Risky's face sparkling brightly. The reason he likes to go to the mosque is because of getting boxed rice. The habits of children in the village after getting boxed rice they will eat together, gathered in one house.
Usually, Riska and Risky houses become a gathering place for children on Friday night.
"Yes .. There's a rice box!" screech all the children present in the mosque. They all patiently waited for his part. Likewise with Risky, from then on the King could not stop smiling.
Is this what it feels like to have a son? Is that what it's like to go to a mosque with a boy?
Ahh .. Why does it feel so good?
"Thank you, Bang Ahmad!" risky smiled cheerfully.
"Either. This is for, Father." The young man distributed the rice box to the King. The grown man only smiled small and sincerely.
"Uncle, try opening the rice, Uncle. Want to see the fish or the chicken?" pinta Risky's spirit made the King smile strangely.
"You, right, have your own box of rice. Why not just open your own?" asked the King in wonder with this handsome boy.
"If you can open it, Uncle. Why open it, brother?" risky asked, making the King laugh.
"Yes already, then we take a photo together first, then uncle open the rice box got, Uncle. How's it?"
"Can!" answer Risky spirit.
The king immediately pulled out his cell phone. They both took selfies together.
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Unlike Risky who looks happy in the mosque, Riska is even sleepy and sleeps on her mother's lap.
Laila could only smile amusedly looking at this daughter of hers. Just at home was very excited to come to the mosque and promised not to sleep as it had been. Eh know-how as it has been, Riska's promise is fake.
"Basar, beloved, Mother," muttered Laila softly and then placed a kiss on the cheek of her daughter's bully.
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After finishing the study, Laila waited for Risky in front of the mosque gate. Meanwhile, Riska was conscious when she heard the rice box was distributed.
"That's a really old brother, Bun. Habit deh, must be cool to talk to Mamat his son Mr. Asep!" grunt Riska with an annoyed tone.
"Patience, Honey. Maybe you'll be here soon." Laila spoke softly as she stroked the top of Riska's face covered with mucus.
"Mother!" risky shouted loudly making Laila and Riska smile.
"Well, that's it Brother!" Laila turned to her right and saw Risky walking towards her, holding someone's hand.
Laila raised her gaze, looking at who Risky was holding. Laila's knees shook, almost falling to the ground.
"He," said Laila weakly.
"Uncle King!" pekik Riska was happy to run hugging the man's knee.
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