Wife Candidate for My Husband
part 7's

Sure enough, the lingerie was no longer in the first place I found it. Is it possible that Mas Wawan has moved it?

I'd better ask my husband this. So that there will be no slander between us. I also don't want to suudzon with my own husband.

"Dell! If you want to go home, go home. Let's fix some of it later. Besides, it's late afternoon, you'll be late at home" I told Delia who was still working on cleaning the cake.

"What's wrong, Ma'am. My contract, it's close to here. There alone, too, mendingan I finished work used to just go home."

"Yes, then, Ma'am stay up first. Want to prepare the needs of Wawan."

I left Delia who was cleaning the lower middle room. I saw him from above, "You can be my replacement, Del."

Why do I insist on finding a replacement for my own husband? Because, one day if I wasn't around he would need someone who could serve all his needs. 

Most of all, it is that which can give him a happiness which I cannot give him. The presence of a child among his tiredness when coming home to work for a living.

For me, honey is not as bitter as bile. Honey is sweet, if we sow it with sweets of sincerity from the deepest heart.

The sound of Mas Wawan's car was heard on the home page. I purposely let Delia open the door for my husband.

I want to give Mas Wawan a chance to love someone else besides me. Although it feels difficult, but I have to try to make it happen.

"Dad! You sick?" A familiar voice to me, Mas Wawan approached me who was lying on a pile of foam wrapped in cloth and sheets.

"Mmmmm .. No, really, Mom. I was just a soy sauce, there were so many orders that entered. Pardon me! I didn't open the door." 

Regret is stirring in the heart, so stupidly I played with a husband who has been so mean to me and never played me let alone hurt me.

"Yes it's okay. If you are tired, rest first. I want to take a shower, it smells like sweat."

I put on a smile full of regret at the corner of my lips. Preparing the needs of Mas Wawan.

I looked at the bathroom door that was slightly open. The sound of water makes me want to cry. "Will I be willing, if ...."

Immediately I turned my body when Mas Wawan came out of the bathroom. Don't let him know I've been watching him.

There's no sound. Where is Wawan?

The cup!

A kiss with wet lips landed on my right cheek. A drop of water from her hair drenched my reddened face.

"It's late afternoon, Mas."

"You?" the answer is full of teasing.

"Later, yeah. There's still Delia."

"After all, I'll take a bath later to take another shower."

"Yes already." I turned my face away with pursed lips.

"Dad!"

I didn't answer. Just wondering what he's gonna do.

That burly hand pulled my waist from behind. Take him on a warm embrace of his field chest.

"In this case, can I share it?" my mind thrashed. Imagine what would happen if one day I had to let another woman lean on the chest of Mas Wawan. "No! I can't be selfish. For the sake of my husband's happiness, anything I'll do."

In his warm embrace I drowned. The subtle-spirits seemed to wake me up from the daydream, "Sir! You sleeping?"

"Mmm .. uh! No, really, Mas. I was just dissolved in the mess. Uh!"

Wawan smiled in amazement at my statement which I thought was also funny and unreasonable.