BLESSINGS OF LOVE
Before 3

Asmida's older sister Asmila was busy preparing food on the dining table at her family's home.

The economy of Asmida and her husband is not as clear as that of Asmila and Fuad.

Hastomo Asmida's husband was just a rice pecel catfish seller on the side of the road in front of the alley leading towards their residence.

Fortunately, Asmida now has activities to become a life insurance agent, although her career is very far below Asmila but quite able to help the economy of their household.

Yesterday Asmila sent her some money and asked her sister to cook to eat together for family thanksgiving as Fuad was promoted.

"Alhamdulillah, it means that the mas will not be too busy like yesterday?"ask Asmila while tidying her husband's shirt.

"Hopefully, because my position yesterday was already filled by a younger person and looked very excited. I wish the young man could work better than me" Fuad said with a happy smile as he looked at his wife.

"Come, if we're ready to walk now, who knows your mother and father are also waiting for us," Fuad asked Asmila.

As a wife, Asmila followed her husband's steps to the car, then both drove to Asmila's parents' house.

Though in his heart felt very lazy, all this time Asmila was saturated if to his parents' house surely his mother would pout.

Then his mother's attitude was very different to her compared to Asmida's older sister.

Somehow having to face her mother, since childhood Asmila always felt distinguished from her brother.

Asmida has always been more loved and cared for by her mother, although there is also a mistake quickly forgiven.

Another with him who will always be scolded out even though he has been apologized.

And will be forgiven by his mother after doing a tough job first just forgiven.

If you remember the old days Asmida permission to play at his friend's house must be immediately given permission.

Asmila's turn to ask permission, must be scolded first, told to wash the dishes first or told to do a job first only allowed and then not for long.

Asmida returns home in the afternoon, most scolded for a while, Asmila returns home late, surely the bull's trunk lands freely at her feet.

But come to think of it, there is a good thing he was treated that way by his mother, making him mentally strong.

Asmida, despite having two children, still does not want to move and have her own home.

The reason is sorry for mother and father, when the reality is that Asmida depends on life for parents. How dare he live alone, do nothing himself, take care of his own child.

All this time if not Jaka's mother, who else takes care of the two children of Asmida, while as a young mother Asmida prefers to be flexible.

If there is no work at home, she sleeps, after helping her husband clean fish or seasoning for her husband selling afternoon, surely she will sleep again.

And when invited to join the company where Asmila works, of course make Asmida spirit because at least there is a reason to leave the house.

Although the results of his work are more assisted Asmila, but the reason for going to the office is often used by Asmida, rather than busy at home taking care of children and cleaning up daily affairs.

"Assalamualaikum" Fuad said as he entered his father-in-law's house.

"Waalaikumsalam," greeted Jaka's mother-in-law Fuad.

"Come, come in son Fuad, I've prepared your favorite dishes," Mother Jaka let her daughter-in-law into the house.

Jaka's mother did not ask if Asmila was coming.

He was busy serving Fuad, showing her the good food that was already available on his home dining table.

"Hmmm, good mom. I'll call Mila a minute later, let's have a good meal together" Fuad said with permission to call his wife.

"Well, Asmila, what is she doing out there? instead of entering immediately," Mother Jaka was seen sighing annoyedly to her son.

Fuad exited the house, and found Asmila chatting with some neighbors who were part of the team coordinated by Asmida.

It looks very exciting their conversation, discussing about work and so forth.

"Sorry Mothers, I'm interrupting for a moment. I want to kidnap my wife for a moment" Fuad told the crowd.

"Oh.yeah, please go ahead.Sorry we are disturbing".

Then the group of mothers split up and dispersed, and Asmila approached her husband.

"Mila, we've been waiting for you, let's get in" Fuad and Asmila said, immediately following in her husband's footsteps.

"Not coming in, talking outside. Your husband was hungry from earlier, instead of immediately serving a husband to eat instead of doing something that is not important," Mother Jaka welcomed her second child like that.

But Asmila was immune, she kissed the back of her mother's hand, and soon served Fuad dinner together.

After dinner, Asmila helped her sister clean the dinner table and wash the dirty dishes.

When they finished, everyone gathered in the living room for a casual chat.

"Father is proud of Fuad, his hard work has been successful until he became a Division Head" said Mr. Jaka in a casual conversation that night.

"Thank you, sir. This is also thanks to the prayers of the Father, Mother, Asmila and all the other brothers" Fuad said humbly.

"It's just a high position, but the child still does not exist. Mom and dad are tired of waiting to take grandchildren away from you two" Jaka interrupted their conversation.

"You are also Mila, work continues to pursue positions. Not immediately think of ways to get pregnant quickly. He said in Jakarta a lot of great doctors, can make people immediately pregnant," again Asmila became the target of his mother.

Asmila only sighed, it was difficult for her to explain that she and her husband also always kept trying to have offspring.

Even his affair with Mario is also one way for Asmila to get pregnant.

He thought that if she was pregnant by Mario also would not ask for responsibility, Asmila already had a husband who would be responsible for the pregnancy.

But in fact, until cheating is also still no sign of pregnancy.

"Mom, God willing, early next year, Fuad will take a special leave of absence and we plan to go on a honeymoon" Fuad told his parents-in-law.

"That leave should have been taken long ago, why only now rising in office, only there is a plan such a leave," Mother Jaka even so nagged.

"Hehehe. Now he moved to another city, and I took his place".

"With the current position, I can immediately ask permission for leave and others to his personal manager" Fuad patiently explained again to his in-laws.

"If you know so, should immediately take the leave. Why wait until early next year?".

Fuad was confused to explain again to his in-laws, at least had just been promoted, cuisine should immediately take a sabbatical.

"Mom, Mas Fuad has just risen to a new post, certainly can not immediately take a sabbatical. At least have to adapt first to a new job for some time," Asmila began to get upset with her mother.

"Yes, I understand. You if you explain to parents don't have to be so nyolot. Wonderful you are Mila, never able to courtesy to parents!!!," Mother Jaka would explode.

Seeing the conditions seem to be heating up, then Fuad immediately asked permission to go home on the grounds that they would all shop for their needs, fearing that the store was closing.

"Well, I'm not the one who won't linger at mom's house. I know for myself that my mother was always emotional for me," Asmila said, holding a lump in her heart.

"Here you go, though she's your mother, my in-laws. If we have anger towards our parents, we will be the ones who sin. Already you have to be able to forgive and pray that mother is not hardened," Fuad advised Asmila.

While still in the car, her tears trickled but in her heart prayed and wished her mother could turn more tenderly to her.

Fuad was sitting on the sofa watching television, and Asmila approached while carrying a cup of warm tea.

Fuad's eyes widened to see his wife that night wearing a thin black lingerie, seen inside wearing only the bottom cover only.

"My wife is so hot tonight?" fuad said as he immediately embraced Asmila.

And Asmila immediately sat on her husband's lap and grabbed him by the neck.

So Asmila whispered into her husband's ear while biting her husband's ear.

"I want to give a gift to a man who just got into office".

"Don't come here dong, let's just go to yuk's room".

"Why go to the bedroom, just the two of us. We can do this desire anywhere, kaaannn.....".

Fuad though not old but he is a conventional person, so he feels uncomfortable with his wife's invitation to make love in the living room of his house.

Asmila didn't care if she kissed her husband while sitting on his lap.

With a burning passion Asmila kissed and undressed her husband, then kissed his chest.

"Mila, we're in yuk's room. Don't be here when anyone hears, "Fuad looks agitated while gasping for breath.

Asmila did not want to know, she continued to kiss her husband with a burning passion.

Fuad was still holding back the turmoil because he thought he was afraid that someone might hear a sigh or moan coming out of their mouth.

"Honey..mmmhhh..ayo we go to the room".

Asmila seemed to be covered with all her hearing, she continued to fondle her husband, until her husband gave up under her control.

They made love on the couch, Asmila who led the fuck game that night.

But unfortunately Fuad can not totally repay his wife's passion, he can only resign without holding a burning passion resistance that is burning his wife's desire.

That night ended just like that, Fuad only accepted, while Asmila had to swallow the bitter pill because the husband could not keep up with his lust.

While sitting on the floor of the living room, she cried. Feeling upset and tired, because for years married, her husband is just standard when it comes to making love.

While Asmila has many fantasies but can not be channeled.

The next day was Sunday, Asmila asked her husband to accompany her around the city while shopping.

Fuad followed his wife's wishes, spending the day alone shopping for clothes and others.

Towards the evening, Asmila invites her husband to eat at a romantic place to a cafe on the hill.

They ordered westernized food, incidentally in the cafe is famous for such food.

Both of them enjoyed the meal, even Asmila tried to feed her husband and tried to melt the stiffness of her husband.

But Fuad is old-fashioned, difficult to be invited to romantic, can not show affection in the open.

Asmila glanced to her right and left, then she suddenly kissed her husband's lips and slipped the key of a hotel into her husband's hands.

Fuad widened, his eyes twitching in surprise.

"Mila, what the hell is this?" whispers panic.

"Mas, near here is a hotel, let's finish it there," Asmila replied to her husband's whisper.

"What the hell do you mean hotel?" Fuad was not happy but his forehead became wrinkled.

"Mas, come on, let's go to the hotel".

"Why go to the hotel, we're not out of town. It's still inside the city itself" Fuad refused his wife.

Asmila did not want to give up so easily, then she hugged her husband in front of many people.

" Mila, don't do this, then look at the crowd".

Then he went to the cashier and paid for all the food he had ordered.

Asmila was very disappointed, she walked towards the car while putting on a sullen face.

"Jeez, Mila you're so outrageous. Never do that again, so shameful. What if someone sees, will think negatively about you," Fuad said when the two got into the car.

"Mas, I want to do the occasional sensation of making love with my husband. Is it wrong that I did this?" ask Asmila in annoyance.

"Salah dong, time should kiss and hug me in public. I never thought you could do such a shameful thing".

"What makes you ashamed? are you ashamed to have a wife like me?".

"It's not so, but I can't stop thinking you can be so easy doing things so deep in a restaurant".

"Isn't that sexy, full of thrills? I feel sexy and have a sensation of my own when kissing and hugging my husband in front of a crowd. But I think of it as something else".

"For me sexy or sensation is not like that. I don't know what made you do that".

Asmila lazily discussed again, she was speechless and disappointed because her husband did not understand the sensation of lovemaking he wanted.

When he got home, Fuad took down all the groceries they had bought.

After that, he immediately took a bath and worshiped. Asmila also after tidying up all her groceries and followed her husband to bathe and worship.

When he was done, he threw himself on the bed.

Fuad approached her and hugged her, "Sex is like this, you lie with me in bed and make love on the basis of worship".

Asmila lazily tried to give happiness to her husband, even though making love like this was not her desire.

The next morning her husband drove back to the station to take a train to his office in Jakarta.

Fuad drove his wife to the offshore oil base of his workplace.

"Get me dong?" pinta Asmila to Mario on her phone.

"Where can!!! I have a job, the station is close to your office. I'm sorry well I'm so busy today" Mario rejected Asmila.

The phone just closed when Mario still wanted to talk, then Asmila threw her phone into her bag.

Arriving at the station, immediately take a taxi to his office. As a result that day almost all of her staff was sprayed, Asmila was still upset considering her mother who always distinguished her with her brother.

Asmila was also upset with her husband who could not be invited to make love full of sensation.

Plus the affair that refused to pick him up on the grounds of a lot of work.

The night went home to the boarding house also immediately slammed the door of the room and immediately locked it.

The boarding house attendant did not dare to deliver several packages of goods ordered online by Asmila.

It was only the next morning that they delivered to Asmila, and without being seen by Asmila, that package she simply threw it on the bed.

After bathing, immediately leave for his office which is located not far from the boarding house.

At the office back in anger, I don't know what he regretted but surely all his staff get the bonus anger Asmila.

It lasted for three days in a row, until finally Mario called him and said he would visit later tonight to his boarding house.

That night Mario and Asmila tried to browse the virtual world looking for promo aircraft that headed to the city of Palembang.

"Are your friends Palembang or Bengkulu?" ask Mario.

"Entahlah, he said he wanted to take a plane to Bengkulu or to Palembang will also be the same. Because the village is said to be far from either the airport in Bengkulu or from the airport in Palembang as well".

"Yes, try to make sure which one is closer to the airport in Bengkulu or the airport in Palembang?" Mario asks Asmila to confirm where his village Ratna Asmila's friend is.

"Rio, he answered so, really. Going anywhere is the same, yes already Palembang airport then".

"Hmmm, yes I want a reservation first two tickets to Palembang well. Two weeks from now we go there," said Mario while completing the ticket booking via the internet.

"O, yes, Rio's a bankbook and your ATM card is still in my desk drawer. And yesterday I checked, the insurance premium refund has been entered into the account".

"Yes you have saved it, later the money can be used as long as we are in Palembang later".

"Alright then, if you have completed the internet transaction, you immediately help me well".

"Hmmm.iya later".

Mario finished paying for the ticket, and after receiving confirmation from the airline, closed his laptop.

"Asmila, what's up ? what were you gonna ask for help ?" mario asked and looked for Asmila who was not in the room.

Mario exited the room and saw Asmila was chatting with some other hostess residents at the table then while watching television.

"Mila, I can't stay. Why don't we just talk in your room" whispered Mario, who was sitting next to Asmila.

The television is showing an interesting show, there are about five other people who watch while eating dinner.

Asmila remained silent as her hands clasped a glass of drinking water on the table.

Mario also became involved in watching the television show by sitting next to Asmila.

Then Asmila pretended to stand up to take something, she saw another and Mario seemed enthusiastic watching television.

A prank on Asmila's heart, she bites Mario's ear and passes away.

"Buswww!!!"

Really Mario was surprised because his ears were bitten by Asmila, and it invited people around to look at him.

Mario smiles while holding his ear that is still in pain.

Asmila leisurely stood up as she passed towards her room, and Mario while nodding his head to everyone there, then immediately ran following up to Asmila's room as well.

Arriving in the room, Asmila immediately locked the door and pushed Mario's body and kissed his lips lustfully.

"Mila, I want to go home, don't do this, I'm not capable of doing anything like that".

"Remain you don't want to?" Asmila even teased her.

Mario closed his eyes, then said, "We've made a commitment to no longer have intercourse as before".

"In addition, if I forced such a relationship, my chest would be tight and I coughed again. Please understand me, now that I'm dying".

Asmila fell silent, then hugged Mario tightly.

"Don't say that, you don't despair, Rio. We will not try to find alternative treatments for your disease," said Asmila who so decomposed tears.

"I'm not desperate, I've also paid for a plane ticket for both of us to Palembang".

"Only can I not be invited to make love, even with my own wife also I have not touched her for a long time".

"I feel like I want to break if I do something that gives off a lot of energy," Mario seemed very sad considering his current state.

Mario and Asmila looked at each other and hugged each other tightly without a word to say.

Suddenly Mario's phone rang and his son's name appeared there.

"Mega".

"Papa, what time do you want to go home?" ask Mega her son from across there.

"Yes, papa's coming home soon. Just finished business with papa's friend, run out of this soon to go home," replied Mario.

"Don't be long, Mega won't sleep if papa hasn't come home".

Mario understands, it's a threat his son will not sleep and tomorrow will be late to wake up to school.

"I came home well, my son has called," said Mario as he stroked Asmila.

"Yes, come home, pity your son. She must be waiting for you" Asmila said, smiling and stroking Mario's hair.

Mario immediately grabbed his laptop bag, then kissed Asmila before leaving home.

All eyes in the boarding house looked at each other, when they saw Asmila seemed to deliver Mario to the terrace of the boarding house.

One of them even peeked at Mario kissing Asmila's cheek before getting into the car.

And when Mario's car had passed leaving the boarding house yard, the man immediately pretended not to know what he had seen.

The man sat down again at the dining table of the boarding house, pretending to watch television again.

Almost all residents of the boarding house are suspicious, the husband and wife live in a boarding house but rarely together.

"His husband only stays here occasionally" whispered the man who had just sat down at the dinner table.

"Ah, it's none of our business. I don't want to know" said another.

"It's none of our business, but it's weird husband and wife but living in a boarding house and not together" another commented.

"Ssttt.biarin only, the affairs of others, the important thing is that he also does not interfere in our affairs," there are older people trying to mediate.

Shortly Asmila returned from the terrace of the boarding house and entered the room after dropping off Mario.

"Sir, her husband rarely stays here huh?" said one of the hostess's.

While taking the drinking water from the fridge, Asmila replied casually.

"Yes, my husband is busy. So she went out of town often" Asmila replied.

"Oh, where are you going out of town, mbak?" ask again.

Asmila took a sip of her drinking water, then kept an empty glass on the table.

After sighing, he briefly answered the question earlier as it passed.

"Out of Jakarta, precisely the city of Depok".

The people in the room glanced at each other, and stared at Asmila's back who was turning around walking towards her room again.

"Basic mistress".

The five sneered towards Asmila while grumbling like that.

Before long each of them went into his room, and did not want to care about Asmila anymore.

For sure Asmila has been stamped patent by friends at the boarding house if she is a mistress under the guise of office employees.