MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 10 MY WIFE IS NOT A MAID

When the Arka mas came home, I chose not to ask about the copy paper of the recipe. Let me find out for myself. I appreciate the attitude of my husband who has not been open to me.

I finished the book I had read on the terrace. Return it as it was. Let it be as if there is nothing.

I greet my husband warmly. Like a husband and wife. A little bit I remember, when my parents were still there. They always look good.

Mother always welcomes my father's return from work by peeping his hands, and he will kiss my mother's forehead. That's what we do, too.

After cleaning the body and praying Maghrib, we had dinner with the food I cooked.

"You cooked it, baby?" ask my husband, when we eat. I'm nodding.

"Why is it bad, bad?" I'm a little worried.

"Don't do it baby. Then you also did the laundry and ironed it?" ask my husband again.

"Yes mas. Why?" reply wonder.

"Darling, you don't have to do all that. You will be tired. Food can be bought online. Clothing can also be applied to loundry. Not everything you do must do. You're my wife. Not my maid" said Mas Arka.

I replied, if it's just homework like that, I'm used to doing it myself. So I don't feel like my husband treats me like a maid.

After all, all day at home also want to do. Unless I work. Maybe I won't have time to do all that.

I think Arka's over-treating me. As husband and wife, we share our work. He works for money, I do homework.

If all the housework is done by the maid, then what good is my use as a wife?

"You served me enough in bed. In the kitchen and in the well, it is also kind of cool, dear" replied Mas Arka with a laugh.

The absurd answer. What does that mean in the kitchen and in the well? I scrunched my forehead. Apparently Arka understood my confusion.

"Later, we try in the kitchen and at the well" he said, laughing at me.

This must lead to there being the answer. I pinched Arka's waistband. He also laughed harder.

Seeing Arka mas always cheerful when talking, people never think, if he has a history of heart disease. Just like me.

Or maybe it was all to cover up the illness? So that people never know about it? Butwhy? If other people know, especially the people closest to us know, then we will take care. So that the disease does not recur?

Because as far as I know, people with heart disease, must be maintained mood. Don't let him get angry. Emotion. Or surprised to hear something.

This will be my job. Always keep his emotions. Although Arka did not know, if I already know.

"Cock daydreaming? What is ngebayangin, huh? Or should we try now?" ask Arka, still keep teasing me.

"Auk ah" I answered, then I immediately ran into the room. I mean let him not tease me.

Uh, Arka's got me. Then she pushed me slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed, until I fell.

Then without warning, he directly restrained me underneath. He covered my whole face with his lips. Keep down. Keep down. Until I sighed as the lips stopped at the top of my twin mountain, which he had already exposed with his mischievous hands.

And those lips not only stopped, but continued to play that peak. While his hand plays the other peak.

Satisfied with his game at the top, he went down again. Keep down. His hands help find access to get to the front of my cave. I'm pounding.

"Mas, it's still afternoon" I said slowly. My voice's hoarse. It's hard to make a sound. While I myself was caught up in his game.

"It's okay, baby. We are free whenever we want" he replied, while the game continued.

Until we reach the height of pleasure. And equally sprawled.

Our faces face each other. Mas Arka smiled with satisfaction. I also smiled happily.

"Darling, would you like to try at the well?" ask Arka, trying to tease me again.

I immediately searched for the blanket, and hid behind it. Without being interested in answering the questions that lead.

My husband is really not tired. He has been working all day. But the power is full power.

Mas Arka forcibly opened my blanket. Still trying to tease me.

"Let's go baby, let's try again at the well" Pinta mas Arka sulked like a child.

I ran to the bathroom. His intention was to hang in there. But what happened, even the Arka mas immediately followed me, before I could lock the door.

And the game starts again. New style. The well.

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The morning adhan vegetables woke us up. Because last night we slept after our special event. Not too late either. The show started a bit late afternoon.

We immediately got up, and took a shower. I refuse to take a shower. Happens again, if you take a shower together.

In order to save time, I gave up bathing in another bathroom. Which is outside our room.

After finishing the bath and morning prayers together, we do our respective activities. I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. And my husband washes his car in the front yard.

I made some warm tea for my husband. While stirring the sugar, I thought, it's fast that my husband rarely drinks coffee. Apparently because he has a history of heart disease.

I only smoked a few times. Usually when you meet with friends. Including my boss when I was working at the store.

May my husband always remember to continue to take care of his health. I don't want my husband to have a heart attack suddenly. Or even a stroke.

Because what I know, people who have heart disease, are very susceptible to stroke. Ih, amit-amit has a husband who has a stroke. My inner.

Still wearing the apron, I walked out delivering a warm tea and a small plate of pastries. The cake was yesterday at the love of my mother-in-law. Because we're just the two of us, so it's not over.

I put it on a small table, which is on the porch of the house. I saw my husband talking to the next door neighbor. A sexy woman, with clothes that look like less material. While continuing with his activities washing the car.

It seems like a one-way conversation. Because my husband is quieter. I was still standing on the spot, while the woman was watching me.

"Mas, that's the new maid, huh?" ask the sexy woman without any sin.

Spontaneous mas Arka turned towards the woman. Then look towards me. I was also surprised by the woman's question. I'm in katain's maid.

"He's my wife mba! Not maids!" answer me Arka ketus.