You're Not Mine
Shopping Together

"Oh yes starting later tonight we tarawih, Alhamdulillah we finally arrived in Ramadan this year. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim thicken faith and multiply charity." Zara's chirps approached Aisyah who was in focus in front of her laptop.

Aisyah looked up and smiled when she saw Zara bringing her a cup of coffee. "Repot-repot, but thank you Ma'am."

Zara nodded, she slightly turned her head towards the laptop. "What are you doing?"

"Ah no, just looking around for information about college scholarships. Yesterday I talked to Hanum, and it turned out he wanted to. Be, I find it first, I want a university that's not too far from where we live." Aisyah explained.

Zara nodded, they enjoyed the morning with a casual chat and coffee.

"Sir, may I ask for help?" Asked Ibuk who suddenly came to them.

"Yes Buk, monggo." Zara and Aisha answered almost simultaneously. Making the two chuckle, so did Ibuk.

"So like this Nduk, you know tomorrow has started siyam (fasting). Indeed there are many materials that we will need later and have to stoke. So, where do you want to go to the market or where do you shop? I'll give you a note to buy."

"Buk, Zara and Ayesha will leave now."

Ibuk nodded and went back in to pick up the list that Zara and Aisyah would spend. Zara left for a moment to pick up her motor contact.

But unfortunately, when he was about to approach Aisyah Syauqi suddenly cried. To make Aisyah move from her seat closer to the source of the sound.

"Mbak Zara? What's wrong with Syauqi?" Ask Aisyah worriedly.

"Sheuqi fell out of bed. That's why I'm crying, I'm sorry Aisyah. Ma'am can't accompany you." Zara said regretfully.

"It's okay, Ma'am, yes let Aisyah alone."

"But you don't know very well this place Aisyah, wait a moment. Usually Ikfi through the front of the house, we can ask him to accompany you."

"W-what? Ikfi, t-but doesn't he have to work?"

"To this day definitely not, because some farmers are put to rest."

"Em yes it's Mbak, but Mbak said yes." Aisha was a little embarrassed. Zara nodded, holding Syauqi, and they waited for Ikfi in front of the house.

"Well that's him. Ikf!!" Zara exclaimed at Ikfi, he briefly handed over Shauqi to Aisha. I don't know what the two of them were talking about, Aisyah could only see it from the porch of the house.

"Ikfi wants to accompany you shopping Aish, so how do you want to go now or...?"

"Go now, Ma'am, yes I say yes Mbak. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Yes Ayesha, wa'alaikumussalam." Zara took back Syauqi. "Be careful!" He shouted while waving at Ikfi and Aisyah.

Aisyah slightly kept her distance from Ikfi, she deliberately placed her bag in front of her body.

"Do you know where we're going?" Ask Aisyah when the bike has run.

"Already, Zara told me what to spend." Ikfi replied a little loudly, because he himself when he heard Aisha's voice was so small.

"Good." Continue Aisyah.

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"Coffee!" Do yoga without looking at his wife who is making clothes. Jihan stared at the back of Yoga which completely changed. With a long sigh he nodded and carried out the command of Yoga.

"Loof." Jehan's screams were stifled when his feet were stepped on by someone.

"Ups, it hurts?" Tanya Intan closed her mouth, it was not her intention to do that. But to apologize he refused.

Jihan gave him a quick look and tried to forget the pain. Intan stared intensely at the body of Jihan who was behind him. Sickened with pity to see it that way, the presence that the in-laws did not expect, the husband who never supported her, scorned everyone who saw her behavior, she said, even now she was pregnant as if everyone had blinded their eyes.

But considering that all was the work of Jihan herself made him back furious. He remembered the shedding of thousands of tears of a woman because of her actions. With a snort he passed from the room.

Jihan frowned slightly at Yoga who looked annoyed staring at the screen of her phone. Carefully he approached the man.

"Aawwsshh....." Shouted Jihan when the coffee she wanted to treat for Yoga spilled onto her body.

Feeling something hot about his sturdy arm, Yoga woke up from his seat and stared fiercely at Jihan.

Plaque. Again Jehan had to withstand the pain and heat that spread on his cheeks. Not a foreign thing Yoga light hands.

"Basic wife is not becus, look. My hand is hot *****!" Yoga for the Wife. Jihan was silent while looking down in fear.

The glint of anger on Yoga's face really made his body tremble.

The slreeettt!!!! Jihan's hand was forcefully pulled by Yoga, Jihan's body slammed into the bed. He swiftly held his body so as not to hit the table beside him to protect the creature that was growing in the womb.

Jihan tightly closed her eyes without wanting to see the Yoga that was controlling her. Indeed, his mind and physique are completely tired in every second, every corner of this house has become a witness in which he is so distressed about the words, treatment and deeds of the occupant.

Brak!!! The bathroom door was shut hard by Yoga after he had completed his orgasm.

Trudgingly he picked up clothes that scattered the mess on the floor. It was very desirable that he let out a sound and foam to slightly release his burden all this time. But no one's power is in his favor.

Where is my Yogaku that used to be so attentive to me? Weak and soft at every touch that once was able to find the location of my heart until he managed to steal it. Where is your attitude, brother?. His inner sobs grimaced.

If you can choose, he never wants to be in this position. It is his great heart and love that has been holding his feet back from stepping away from the life of Yoga. Moreover, there was already flesh blood that was residing in his stomach. He is completely innocent, enough he who from childhood does not get the love of parents.

Not his son, he believes that all the changes in attitude in Yoga is a form of venting from his fragility that his beloved woman has left behind. Pain does remember her husband's heart that can't be his.

Hearing the quiet bathroom, he went up with a blanket that wrapped his body because he did not have time to wear his clothes.

Pick up Yoga's casual clothes in the closet and give Yoga a towel. Without saying a word Yoga took it. Then it passed from that room.

Jihan stared at the room that was so chaotic, all day he was actually very tired but the work was there and never ended.

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