You Relieve Me to Take Off
Ch03: Searching

Wan Aina looks riled up, when she has not managed to find her husband.

Where is her husband hiding?

It's her first night. But not for the husband.

It had been almost seven minutes for Wan Aina to find her husband. But the result is nil.

“Mas Ali!” call him down the stairs.

After arriving at the ground floor. He rushed to the kitchen. Hoping to find Ali, who has disappeared after the magrib.

But the kitchen is empty.

“The first night instead of silence, even ngajak hide umpet!” his nag.

It turns out being a wife is not as easy as raising a chondor zipper.

The girl opened the room one by one.

Is it possible that the husband is hiding in one of the rooms?

“Yes Allah! Where are you anyway?” It seemed that Wan Aina had already started to get annoyed. When she did not find her husband.

“What is he in his house mbak Meisya?”

The girl began to guess. Too much thought, making him scratch his hair that does not itch.

After kicking his foot. He immediately turned around, climbing the stairs quickly, to pick up the hijab.

The house he currently lives in, Ali bought a year ago. Coincidentally the previous homeowner offered to the next door neighbor. As if the Universe supported, at that time Ali's savings were enough to buy a modern classic house. Ali thought, what's wrong with buying. After all, houses can also be rented, just enough to make additional monthly income. And there is no harm, when the money is invested in the form of a house. The price changes also goes up.

Wan Aina closed the door of her house from outside.

As far as the eye could see, the three-story house across the street. The lights are still on.

Indicates that the owner of the house has not slept.

He ran small down one by one step, making his game swing following his steps. Deciding to stop, when about to cross the road, his head swiggled to the right and left.

As if no vehicle was going to pass, the girl immediately ran to cross.

...***...

After washing the dishes, Meisya decided to go back upstairs. His intention was paused when the bell rang.

"Who?" he shouted from a few steps away from the main door.

"Aina!" The woman was shocked when the door opened, revealing the husband's young wife.

Wan Aina smelled his smile. When the door was opened from the inside, by the figure of a woman berniqab.

The girl guessed that Meisya was surprised by her sudden arrival.

"What's up Aina?" tanyanya, open the door wide so that her husband's young wife can enter. But the honey shook his head, budging in its original place.

"Actually I just wanted to ask! Is Ali here?"

Stirring his nerves, Wan Aina squeezed her sweaty fingers. There was a strange feeling, while talking to her husband's first wife. Moreover, she asked where her husband was.

It looks like a Debt collection, which charges debt to creditors. The difference is she charges her husband, to sleep with her.

Meisya was silent at the sound of her honey question.

'Didn't he come home a few minutes ago, why did his wife come here. What don't-don't!' guma Meisya in heart.

The woman immediately denied her negative thoughts, it was impossible for her husband to go wandering due to being angry with her. She knows how her husband is. If angry must be silent, or vent their emotions into a sweat (exercise)

"Nothing!"

"About where? I looked for it in every corner of the room, nothing was found!"

The worry that Wan Aina showed, made Meisya bite her lips.

I swear that even if the world is turned upside down, it won't change Meisya's painful heart.

But he must be mature, for the fame of his relationship in the future with the husband's young wife. He then advised his honeymoon to return to look for Ali in the fitness room.

Wan Aina agreed, with her suggestion, as long as she also came along.

...***...

Ali just got out of the gym. Surprised to find his two wives standing in the doorway. He also walked closer to his two wives, releasing a hand wrap.

“Where to?” ask him with a chin movement towards Wan Aina.

Interrogated him!

Ali came home from his first wife's house, a few tens of minutes ago.

Coinciding with Wan Aina, who decided to take the hijab in the room.

And at that moment, the man entered the house through the back door.

“He's looking for you!” this time it was Meisya who said, her tone was quite calm. Like there is no burden in the heart when it makes a sound.

Hearing his first wife's answer, the man was only able to sigh heavily.

Why did his first wife never show any jealousy. From the beginning of their marriage, to this very moment.

Wearing it!

“Yes already, I go home first! You also need rest!” Meisya pampur. Kissing her husband's hand with reverence.

Wan Aina just found out, it turns out that kissing the husband's hand is not just putting his head, in the palm of the hand.

'It turns out it took 170 seconds, to kiss the husband's hand' inner Wan Aina, seeing the way Meisya kissed her husband's hand.

Maybe tomorrow, should be practiced, when her husband is about to leave for work.

After Meisya's departure, Ali immediately closed the door. Walk into the family room. Throwing his ass in a couch.

“Huft!” Sighs while unbuttoning his shirt at the top, due to sweating.

“Drink Mas!” Wan Aina thrusting the glass. Made him immediately fix his seat, which had been leaning limp. And received a glass, from the hand of his wife.

It only takes three sinks, the water in the toilet glass is not left. The man stood up as he put the glass on the table.

“I shower first!” he passed Wan Aina.

The girl looked down inside.

Wan Aina started to raise her head, as her husband's footsteps started to drift away.

‘Kok mbak Meisya strong, yes? Same with Ali who is ironic talk. It could even be counted, half a day of living with it. Just five sentences that I heard, ' he murmured, considering the interaction of the husband with her.

The girl immediately ran up the stairs, so as not to miss her husband's steps.

Without speaking Ali, go into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later. I heard the bathroom door open.

Wan Aina who was shaking off the dust of the bed. Looking at the voice that just echoed in his senses.

The girl could not hold her head up. To see clearly the owner of the face, who is now stepping closer to him.

I don't know why his heart is beating.

Even swallowing your own spit is very difficult.

Wan Aina squeezed the pillow she realized she was holding. Fear if the husband just wrapped the towel.

It seemed that Wan Aina had been the victim of a frequently read novel.

The beautiful girl lifted the pillow in her hand, used to cover her face.

His eyes were closed, his lips were reading something.

“Death to me, is he not ashamed to be shirtless in front of me. And why is my cheek hot,” she murmured unconsciously if her husband's ears could still hear.

“Ehem!” the darkness of that time made his shoulders shaken in shock.

“Don't Mas...” shouted Lady Aina when the husband. Trying to take the pillows that he made a fortress.

Not able to zina eyes.

TBC...

A greeting!

Man : Ali

Woman : Meisya

Girl : Wan Aina

Youth : Aidin

Man : Arfa