MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 36 SELF SERVICE

Finished the seven-day event tahlilan father, me and mas Arka pamit to return to our home. Mom seems to mind. He wanted us to stay in his house. Because there is no father anymore.

Arka tried to give understanding to mother. So that you can accept our decision. And we promise to come see Mom often.

Finally, with a heavy heart, my mother let go of our return. And as always, the car will be full of various food ingredients.

I never left my car empty. Always fill it with basic necessities.

Because in addition to the garden behind the mother's house many plants that can be used for cooking, the mother also has rice fields. Mother's rice paddies are rented with a profit-sharing agreement.

The farmer will send his crops to the mother. So we always splashed rice rations, from the harvest.

Arriving at our house, I saw a lot of dust. Understandably we left him for a week. So let's clean the house first.

"You don't get sapped, honey. Remember the doctor said how?" said mas Arka.

"Yes, Mas. Just clean up" I replied. Because it is not possible that everything is done by the Arka mas. While I know for myself that Arka mas can also drop if too tired.

After the house is clean, then we dismantle the luggage that is loved by mother. Refrigerator and kitchen cabinet full of food.

I remember my parents' lives back then. Boro-boro wants to save this much food, for tomorrow's meal only mother must ngirit shopping.

Eat us every day. Mom always cooks the right amount for the three of us. There is no such thing as a lager anymore. I ate, yes. The food ran out, because the mother cooked it never more. And the good thing is, I never once threw away food.

It's so different from my life right now. Food in the kitchen is very abundant. Sometimes I have cooked, even the Arka mas come home with food. Or suddenly he asked me to eat outside. As a result, we do not throw food once or twice because we do not eat it.

If my father and mother were still around, I would be able to enjoy some of my life. I removed the puddle at the end of my eye.

"Udah yuk, let's take a break. Do not daydream there" said mas Arka. The real me is done with my cleaning, following the Arka mas to the living room.

He sat down on the sofa and spread his arms. Signaled for me to get closer to her embrace.

Dad.mom...I am happy with my husband. We are waiting for the presence of our son. Your grandchildren. I said in my heart.

I felt my eyes condense and my throat slightly choked.

"Cock daydreaming again anyway? What's up, honey?" ask me Arka. I didn't answer him, only getting my arms tightened. And kiss my husband's field chest. Arka also smelled my hair.

"Boy off, Mas. No more Yola?" I said more like a question.

"There is a mas here, dear" said Mas Arka.

"But later if the work, I have no friends" I said a little sulking.

"You want to find a friend? Let me tell mom. Let me find a maid, to accompany you" said Mas Arka again.

I thought for a moment before finally agreeing. Because soon my stomach will grow, it will be very troublesome if I have to do everything myself.

Not to mention, Yola also left her house to us. Inevitably, I had to visit his house often. Even cleaned. Minimum front page. Not like a forest. Because in the Yola yard there are many plants.

"Yes, I'll ask my mother for help, to find you a friend. Now we bobok yuk" invite Arka mas with his naughty keringan.

I know what she wants. We've been on vacation for over a week. The doctor also forbade me from doing heavy activities first. Including husband-wife relationships.

"Mas aja first. I'd like to see Yola's house for a second" I replied. Trying to avoid my husband's call to 'robbery'.

Because honestly, I'm still worried about my guts. I'm still afraid that blood will come out again.

Arka if 'play' is not enough once. And his speed is like Rossi's driver again in the arena. Sometimes I am worried about balancing it.

Especially now, long time off. It can get me all out.

"Honey, remember the doctor's message, you can not be too tired" said mas Arka.

Well, that knows I can't be too tired. But later when it's 'arena', he forgets the advice of the doctor.

I can't dodge anymore. There's no reason I'm avoiding it anymore. All work is done. If I had a reason to cook, I would have answered buy it later. Or we eat out. Fixes. I'm resigned.

I followed him to the room. But I locked the door first. Because usually we will both be sprawled and asleep.

And rightly my guess. As soon as I got to the room, Arka's mas took off his t-shirt. Sultry reason. I replied, the ac can be lowered temperature. Uh, he said the shirt he was wearing was dirty. Fear smelly. Hadeh, it's like people don't have shirts anymore.

To buy time, I went to the bathroom first. I hope, after I get out of the bathroom, Arka's already asleep. Because I want a little while in the bathroom.

Right also, after I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Arka's mas had already brushed while hugging the bolster. Congratulations, batinku. I smiled winning.

I lay myself beside him. Deliberately give distance so as not to disturb his sleep.

I just closed my eyes, or the Arka's hand was already on my stomach. My heart is beating fast. I opened my eyes again, slowly. I glanced at him. Make sure he's still asleep or....

Uh, she smiled at me. Hhhh..fuck in this all-out fighter. I also returned his smile.

However I realize, it is the duty of a wife to serve her husband. And it would be sinful if the wife refused the husband's wishes. I also don't want to add to my sins.

Arka's hand started to act. From just stroking my stomach, until finally traveling to the top of my twin mountains.

"He's tired?" tanyaku. I want to know what the answer is.

"Yes. But I'm thirsty, dear" replied Mas Arka.

"I'll get you a drink?" pretend like a fool.

"His mother wants to mimic this" he replied as he twisted the 'peak'.

"Mas...remember the doctor's advice, right?" I'm still trying to sneeze.

"You're just looking, baby" he replied. And without the need for more cue, direct self-service.