Wife To Alan
Take care and practice

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"Know it?" Inanti asked again taking her clothes inside the walk in closet. "Not so?"

"Later on, Yank. Let's go out first. Fear later the mallm can not walk, continue even can not walk together."

Inanti smiled, she put on clothes to prepare to go out. "Let's go now, right?"

"Yes, maghrib will be the same outside. Eat outside too."

Inanti looked at her husband who was combing. It feels thrilling going out alone with a guy. It's the first time Inanti has felt it, she's never had time to date.

"Achen cake, Yank. It fits you perfectly."

"This mother?" Inanti asked at her pashima. 

"Yes, that one."

By wearing a black tunic that is up to the knee, combined with gray toad pants.

When Alan finished first, he looked at his dressed-up wife. Inanti style shows clearly that the age is still a dozen, especially supported by a baby face.

"Why?" Inanti asked realized Alan was staring at her. "Oh, yeah?"

"Don't be pretty."

Inanti continues her makeup, making Alan look at himself in the mirror. He is also handsome with a black shirt. Alan hoped that no one would call them sisters or even cousins.

"Come on," said Inanti, who was wearing lipgloss.

"Don't wear that, Yank."

"Why? Ugly huh?"

"No, it's sweet, tar I want to kiss you on."

"Basic," said Inanti to take a tissue to remove it.

However, Alan pulled his waist until their lips collided with each other. Alan scooped his wife's lips, licking Inanti's chewy lips until finally the lipgloss with sweetness was gone.

Inanti breathes irregularly when the kiss comes off.

"Mas yes."

"From the sugar he made?" Ask Alan.

"So sure you know."

"We're on DATE."

Inanti's cheeks flushed in embarrassment hearing that word. 

"We're dating again, Yank."

"Wedding?"

"Yes, it's more beautiful. You can immediately make children, halal is also equally rewarded. Nice right?"

Inanti was silent, her hands were coiled in her husband's hands. 

As Alan repeatedly kissed the top of his head, Inanti pitted. "Mas, it will be seen by people."

"Stranquilo, Yank. I brought the marriage book."

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Inanti laughed while hugging Alan as a clown approached. "Mas is scared!"

Moreover, there are seven dwarves controlled by children. Inanti has her own phobia on a costume that covers the tip of the head to the feet.

"Mas...," said Inanti.

Alan laughed, he gave the money to the clown box and then took Inanti away.

They were in the night market, where his wife could find a variety of food.

From late afternoon until night they were still traveling there.

"How do you know this place, Mom?"

"It used to often run away if again join together temen."

"I just found out there's this place."

"No art?"

"Such a cry" said Inanti.

Even there are carousels, wheels to electric cars.

This place is full of people, but Inanti likes it. "I think you know a fancy place to doang, Mas."

Inanti. "Tau dariman I'm simple? Tar I abisin money you just know the taste."

"Abicin, Hank. I work for you."

It's nine o'clock in the evening. They spend time at the seasonal night market. Coinciding on the edge of the mosque, so can pray there before continuing the road.

"Not coming home, Mom? I haven't seen the DVD yet."

"That's for DATE if there's Nadia, Yank. Mumpung is now brought, satisfied satisfied outside."

"Who's dating a gini? Dawdle?"

Alan laughing. "Not hanging around, playing his name, honey. There is no purpose."

"You buy sausages" pointed Inanti at the sales cart near the trail.

Alan followed in his wife's footsteps with his hands clutched together.

There was a call from Madelle on Alan's phone. "Yank, I'm behind this yeah. Let it not be noisy."

Inanti nodded.

"Two yes, Mang," said Inanti.

While waiting for the order, a woman approached. "Where to?"

"Yes?" Inanti. "Eh, Ika?"

The two hugged for a moment. "O Allah, Ika, said you in Sumedang?"

"Yes, now move again to Jakarta because of work."

"Oh yeah? Who's here?"

"Just like a girlfriend, but wait there. It's still my working hours, but now rest awhile."

"Work? Clock this?"

"I work at a hotel, Nan. The malem shift section. Who are you here with?"

"The husband."

"Huh? Married married yet?" 

"Udah, have another child. It's only been three months."

"Stupid your father huh, Nan? Your father was fierce? Whose marriage is it? Aki aki?"

Inanti laughing. "No. Uh, there he is. Mas! Here, it's me in SD."

And when his friend Inanti looked at Alan, his face looked surprised. "Tu. Mr. Alan."

Inanti frowned. "He's my husband, Ka."

"Alan" said Alan, introducing himself to the eyes of the woman's jacket. It was a cleaning service uniform at Alan's hotel.

"I. yes, sir."

"Look easy. On break?"

"Yes, Sir."

Alan felt some discomfort. 

"This is the order, Neng!" Shouted the sausage seller.

"Let me, Yank, please" said Alan away from there.

And that's when his friend Inanti looked into his friend's eyes. "That's your husband, Nan? He's my boss. I work at his hotel. I'm saying yes, Dah."

When Alan returned, there was no longer a theme of his wife.

"Where is he?"

"Go, he said he worked at your hotel, Mas."

"I don't know" said Alan.

He saw the look of a sad face inside his wife. "Why, Yank?"

"Do you know? He used to be the richest when I was in SD, I never had a winner because of him. The world is spinning, right?"

"Alhamdulillah, dear. Eat it, let's remind each other to continue to do good to each other. Treasure is a deposit, God can take it at any time."

"Yes, Mum."

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