Nackal Duda
Solehah's wife

In the bandages of mukena, after saying hello and looking right and left Dance approached me. He extended his hand.

"Why?" many confused.

"Relief, Om! Mother said, if you have a husband, you will finish praying told salim."

I nodded in understanding. I stretched out my hand and He salimed.

Waw... So this is what it's like to have a good wife?

I was silent, stuck in my place without being able to say anything.

Honestly, this was my first experience. Tara's? Hm...

Tara and I are not creatures of worship. My religion is islam but only the morality in KTP, so when I married Tara was not a set of prayer tools that I made dowry, I just did not pray time anyway make it as a dowry?

Me and Tara are two young people in the metropolis who think doing good with others is enough. Regarding worship, we both subordinated.

Maybe because from our family both the basic religion is less strong. My mother until now did not wear a veil when it was old, uh old is not a guarantee to have to wear a veil anyway just so it is...

Tari asked to buy Mukena. He diligently prayed five times it turned out. Greatable.

I salute her foster mother's upbringing. Educate him better than an educated man like me who only thinks about matter and inner satisfaction.

Dance and fold the face and go to the kitchen. He said he wanted to make breakfast for me and my parents.

I thought Dance would ask, am I not praying? Apparently not. Either because he's afraid of me or he won't interfere in my business.

Yep... If he asks I will definitely nag him anyway not to interfere in my affairs. It's good that he made the right decision.

I pulled the blanket and went back to sleep. Tired of having fun in the morning.

"Om, wake up Om! Breakfast first!" I feel my body in a jolt. Slow down, but enough to wake me up.

"Somelightly Honey! I'm still sleepy! Five minutes to go!" Tara was impatient. I woke up in the morning.

"Of! Mom and Dad are waiting below. We had breakfast together!" abugn.

Then my consciousness began to wake me up that what I called Darling was not Tara my ex-wife, but Tari.

I sat down and saw him sitting and looking at me sadly.

"Sorry! Usually Tara wakes me up!" I got up and took a shower.

When I came out of the bathroom there were already clothes that he had prepared on my bed. The sheets that were tangled after wrestling on it last night and this morning were neat.

I subconsciously held out a smile. I have a wife now. The real wife.

I got out of the room and joined Mama and Papa who were having breakfast first. Apparently I was left because of the bad luck of the wake.

"Papa Mama first! Waiting for you soon! Dance has cooked breakfast, very good." praise Papa.

Mama was silent but enjoyed her breakfast with pleasure.

Dance then did her job as a wife, got me some rice and side dishes and put the dishes in front of me. He saw himself had not eaten, waiting for me to come and fill his own plate.

"You're going to the Gas showroom today?" ask Papa.

"No idea, Pa." I answered while enjoying this delicious-tasting breakfast.

"Let him at home. What people say later, the new marriage works!" chirps Mama. Although the tone is tight but the intention of Mama is good. I know it.

"Yes, Ma."

"Have you told his stepfather Tari?" ask Papa again.

"Not yet, Pa. Let Papa's lawyer tell you. Males Agas over there!"

Just listen to our conversation without interfering at all.

"Not go there! Send food to his house as a form if you are married! He's not his real father!" knock Mama again.

"Yes, Ma. Later Agas send food to his address." I turned to Tari, "Where is your father living now?"

"Hm... I usually hang out in a gambling area. You rarely go home unless the money runs out." replied Tari while looking down with embarrassment.

"It's hard if it's like that. Send money only! Ask Papa's lawyers for help!" papa's proposal.

"It's just like that!" I said agree.

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Because I did not go to the showroom, I decided to work from home. Supervise stock price movements and conduct buying and selling sessions.

Papa and Mama were willing to go to the house of his acquaintances and then want to walk mumpung there in Jakarta. Papa drove himself in my car.

"Oms. Here's coffee! Dance make fried bananas for the snacks." Dance put the coffee and banana on the table beside me and then wanted to go back inside.

I held her wrist. "Where are you? Be seated! Keep me working!"

Dance also according. He sat quietly watching me work.

I then heard the sound of quarrels again adorning the household of my front neighbor. The sound of shouting and snapping at each other was even heard to my ears.

Is that the home you dream of willingly sacrificing our household, which we build with love first?

Is it worth losing it all for the sake of such a household?

First Damar came out of the house first, followed by Tara who chased after him while throwing him with sandals.

"I'm looking for money for you! So you can live well! Don't be this possessive!" snapped Damar.

Dance was watching the commotion in front without blinking a single bit. While I glance enough occasionally but still put my ears to eavesdrop on their quarrels.

I can conclude that Tara is starting to be possessive and limit Damar's movements. I know Damar, a man who doesn't want to be regulated other than by his mother. Tsk... It is only fitting that they have a great fight.

"Dance! Bribe me!" I said but Dance was still fun watching the quarrel of two pair of lucknut in front of me.

I pushed myself forward and kissed her lips softly. Dance was surprised to be kissed suddenly by me. "Why Om?" he asked while holding his lips that I had kissed.

"Subapin fried banana!" repeat command.

"Yes, Om!" He bribed me as I asked.

I could see from the corner of my eye that Tara and Damar were looking at us. Evident from their quarrel that stopped.

"Now kiss my cheek!" command again.

"here's Om?" ask her while looking left-right. "That's our neighbor!"

"If you don't want to, we'll do something last night in the living room." my neighbor.

"Can there be a Mother Inside? Om what the hell? Shame to be found out!" reject it.

"Jaudah means kiss my cheek now, right?"

He nodded. Raised his body and kissed my cheek.

"One more time!" we're on the subject of two human lucknut spectacles.

Dance advanced herself to coincide with me grabbing her and kissing her lips passionately.

Dance was shocked and didn't return my kiss. Doesn't matter. Let me lead this time. I kept kissing Dari until I heard the sound of cars going and doors slamming in annoyance.

I kissed him who was still silent on the spot. Without a word and look in his eyes still show surprise.

"It has. Be aware!" my word. I glanced at the laptop screen again and saw the stock price move back.

"Om doing this because there's Mama Tara? What do you want to prove?"

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