Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 50 Missing Banging

The day went on quickly. Twice a week Zahra was escorted by Soraya to see a specialist doctor to do therapy. He had started to be able to stand up and walk a few steps making the family happy.

Deya fell asleep in her room. Today she is tired from her daily routine. She often helped Mak Saroh cook, counting as a wife's devotion to her husband even though she was never seen by Edward. Mr. Lee also never gave a bad response to him in accordance with the existing agreement.

"I am most amused to cook fresh fish," said Deya staring at the bucket containing jumbo-sized carp, weighing three kilograms more.

"You have to learn!" said MR Lee. Wants to prank Deya.

"Who needs it?" reply Deya.

"Mr Edward loved honey-baked fish."

"It doesn't mean I have to cook it, does it? It wasn't my job, after all.... Hi. I won't bear to. Just you," Deya shifted the bucket with the fish. Mr. Lee who liked cleanliness instantly retreated instantly afraid of dirt regarding his clothes.

"Remove it," the man's cry grimaced, disgusted.

"I'll cook it but you taught me how to hold it first" Deya said, grinning mischievously. The fish moves its tail until the water splashes some of its pants.

"Akh. ish...." He jumped backwards away from the bucket.

"You just hit him in the head with a hammer and start cleaning."

"Hurry up. Huh, my clothes."

Deya then nudged the bucket with her feet so that the fish fell to the floor and squinted all over the floor behind the kitchen.

"What about this?" deya pretended to be panicked. "Pak help dong otherwise his skin will be peeled off exposed to the tile floor."

"Where the hell are you? It's not a work!" as Mr Lee.

"Here is the other waiter."

"Quick Sir!" shouted Deya who tried to hold the fish that jumped on the floor. Mr. Lee finally advanced to hold the fish's body in a way hugged tightly in fear of being let loose. Deya held back her laughter.

"Well now put it in the bucket, sir." Deya placed the bucket near Mr. Lee.

"Yes, Mr Lee? Kok hugged the fish all," said Mak Saroh out of the door of his room next to the kitchen.

"Don't tell me, help me!" exclaim the old man.

Mak Saroh held back his laughter. He then helped Mr. Lee took the fish from his body and put the fish in the bucket.

"I have to take another shower" grumbled Mr. Lee left the place with a soaked body and the rancid smell of fish. Along the way he nagged. Deya and Mak Saroh who saw then laughed when Mr. Lee disappeared behind the wall.

"You must be naughty!" accuse Mak Saroh.

"I'm not naughty, that fish that Engkong Lee wants to cuddle with."

"Mr Lee or Pak Lee kok crank," tabok Mak Saroh on Deya's arm. He went into the kitchen, came back again with a hammer in his hand, hit the fish hard on the head. Deya grimacing.

"Cruel, heartless!"

"This is how it works."

"Mother and Non Zahra haven't come home yet, De?" ask Mak Saroh.

"Not yet" Deya replied

"De, did you say you were leaving this house?" ask Mak Saroh. He took the fish to a large kitchen, put it in the sink and started cleaning the fish scales.

"Yes, my apprenticeship is almost done and my work in this house is also done. Non Zahra can walk and she doesn't need me that much."

"Not yet" Deya replied.

"He would disagree if you left."

"But I have to go" Deya replied. He was uncomfortable in this house. Not because of the bad treatment of people in this house but he felt jealous to see this house feel warm and happy. Although he was happy with Zahra's happiness.

He had the ambition of forming his own household with a child who would accompany his day. He'll be back in his apartment.

He wants to be free to do anything there. Enjoy the day without any worries if anyone sees his affection with Edward.

I don't know why he suddenly missed that guy. Mr. Rekehan did not come to his room last night. Deya saw him still in the study until midnight.

Deya looked at the clock in her hand. It's three in the afternoon.

"Mom, I want to leave first. Want to meet a friend outside," said Deya.

"Not left alone?"

Deya only smiled, wide revealing his shuffled teeth.

He went to the room, cleaned himself up and put on long pants and a white t-shirt. Tailoring backpack.

A few hours later, Deya was in her apartment. The house he had left for three months because he continued to be at Edward's house.

Deya breathed in the scent of her apartment. The smell of fruits that he really liked. Once a few days, Edward said his apartment was cleaning and tidying up so it looks clean and tidy. Deya then took off her shoes, and put her bag on the sofa and went to the kitchen to put her groceries on the table. Start taking an apron and cooking the food she misses.

Sour vegetables, fried salted fish, tempeh and fried tofu and vegetable bitter melon with additional shrimp.

All the food he put on the table. It was as if Edward was coming, but he wasn't sure if the man was coming or not because he didn't tell me if he was in the apartment.

The clock was already showing half six in the afternoon when Deya looked at the wall. The sky also looks orange. Soon it will be Maghrib.

Deya went to get her bag and walked into her room. He started to open the door, approached towards the bed and touched it slowly. Smile themselves.

Go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Half an hour later he was already wearing a mukena, preparing to perform the maghrib prayer. At that moment, his room opened. The figure he missed went into his room and smiled.

"Bad kid. I was looking for you at home and I ran away here."

"I miss my own home is that wrong?"

"Is that your home too?" said Edward put the car keys on the dresser.

"Wait for me, we pray together" said Edward when he heard the voice of the Adhan. Deya nodded and finally they prayed together.

Afterwards, Deya takes Edward's hand and kisses him. Edward kissed Deya on the forehead.

"I miss this so I want to go home" said Deya putting her head on the husband's thigh. Edward rubbed Deya's head, looking down at her cheek.

"I also miss our time in this house."

"Gombal" said Deya. "If so why don't you ever say."

"Not everything has to be said in words. My arrival every night to your room isn't that a statement.

"Why don't you go to your legal wife's room?" ask Deya.

"Let's go, I'm sick of being with him. I want to part with her and legally marry you." Deya opened her mouth, staring in disbelief at her husband's words.