Sharing Husband
ruthless
Happy reading
"Have you finished?" zahra asked her husband, who was immediately taken by Abi.
"Udah nih."
"What do you want before you go home?" asked Abi to the wife who is currently known to be two fields.
"I don't want anything anymore, Mom. We go home, yes" said Zahra and was taken by Abi.
Abi and Zahra held hands and headed out to the parking lot.
The two got into the car and Abi drove the car to their house with a very clear happiness on their faces.
"But you can't be tired. You must always think positive so as not to stress, Mas do not want you to be the same child why napa," said Abi stroked the stomach of Zahra which is now filled with their children.
"Yes, it's."
The car was moving towards the house at a very fast speed. Abi doesn't want his wife why else Zahra is pregnant.
The two talked to each other with a smile on their faces. Then the two stopped at a supermarket to buy pregnant milk and food that can be eaten by pregnant women.
Even so cool, Abi to forget the order Aisyah which is only limited to martabak which is not up to 50 thousand.
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And now Aisha is waiting for the martabak that her husband will bring her later. He was impatient, even Aisyah to bring her work to the family room.
"Mrs not going to the room, tired of sitting here?" asked Auntie who accompanied Aisyah to do schoolwork.
"What is bi. Ai again waiting for the martabak brought by Mas Abi. I don't know why I prefer to eat. And imagine martabak already make Ai drool," said Aisyah put the value into her laptop.
"But Auntie's afraid the Madam will be sapped."
"What aunty. Ai's aunt Temenin aja until mas Abi came home yes," she asked and was taken by aunt.
Jobs that were originally very much now live just a few. It was almost finished, and made Aisyah smile.
"Alhamdulillah is done bi. But Mas Abi isn't home yet, Bi?" ask Aisyah to Auntie.
"Maybe stuck in his traffic."
Aisyah nodded and waited for her husband, who after waiting for more than half an hour there came home.
Tin
Upon hearing that, Abi and Zahra entered with two bags of crackles in their hands.
Aisyah who saw that smiled, hopefully there is martabak that she asked for.
"Assalamu'alaikum dear," said Abi to kiss Aisyah's cheek.
"Bi take this to the kitchen, yes" Zahra said to the aunt who had accompanied Aisyah. Zahra gave the two bags to auntie.
"That's what Mommy?" ask Zahra.
"H pregnant, Ai. Yes Mbak pregnant is only 2 weeks old," replied Zahra with a smile.
"We will have a new member in the house" said Abi stroking Zahra's stomach in front of Aisha. Then Aisyah directly touched her own stomach.
"Congratulations to Mas Abi and Ms. Zahra."
"Thank you Ayesha."
Then Aisyah smiled and looked to see if her husband had forgotten her order? She didn't even see her husband give her martabak.
Seeing that made Aisyah become sad. Is it so happy that Abi forgets if he also sends orders to her.
"Yes yes, Mom. Aisyah wants to go to the room first, after all Ai's task is done really," Aisyah said to both. He couldn't stand there seeing these two guys.
"How to hunt, Ai."
"Rubby mbak. Just want to sleep, it's also done my job," replied Zahra with a sweet smile. The smile she always used to cover her grief.
Aisyah immediately went up to her room while wiping her tears that had fallen even though only a few circles.
The aunt who saw her sad mistress was also sad, because she herself saw how enthusiastic Aisyah was when she wanted to eat the martabak.
"Peace of Madame Aisyah" muttered the aunt who was upset with her employer. Even though he already has two wives, but can you forget his first wife?
Bibi quickly went straight from there, the purpose was to buy martabak that Aisyah said earlier. And Bibi also wondered if Aisyah was pregnant, seeing from the sign that Aisyah was pregnant. Hope so.
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"Since you are insensitive, do not see if Mrs Aisyah is crying like that" muttered Bibi who walked to the place where her bicycle was parked.
"Where's Mah going?" ask the security guard to Aunt Mimah.
"Buy martabak."
"Oh, yes, yes, buyin."
"Yes." Yeah."
Aunty quickly pedaled the bike to the martabak seller.
Seriate
I'm the same as Abi. You can forget the same order from your wife. Patient ones, Ai. The author is always there for you.
