Although Not Perfect
Beloved wife

"He already has two children, in his country there." said mas Reza later.

"No problem.I still ngefans" I said smirked.

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"I'm the problem, Mel..! we are of the same age, together, although far from his wife he already has two children, while I am close to the wife, one child not yet..."

" Mas Reza nih it seems to have fallen in love with mama, want a mute child!! Wait for you guys of your age?"

"Yes, we used to be in Australia. Equally like to cook, he studied again as a chef, while I am the management, because I have to continue the papa business, this place is the forerunner of our business, before growing in several places, because of the need to continue our business, this is my real job, I really enjoy it.." she said.

They are the same age, but his face is so mature and my husband is still the same age as me.

" And I'm really grateful Lo mas, I used to always pray that my husband could cook, know for himself.." I said no shame.

"Instant noodles and teleplok" he said again while chuckling.

Seeing him smile like that often, it felt like this heart was happy too.

"Oh, how did you pick me up? Do you know if my tires are leaking?"

"Of course, because I told people to machine it.." again the man held back laughing to see me sewot.

"Eh..fuck!!"I pinched his arm.

"I had a neat plan, uh almost got the Reno" he glanced at me with his tail.

"Well, you know Reno too?"my many.

"You are this.Kantormu is my power Mrs Reza Abimana, it's easy to find info about interns who are still single.biar can be deretin guy sekantor.”ternyata can also he insinuate me.

"Emang used to be fitting introduction I was still single, do not lie.." I also do not want to give up.

"Ohh..well then, so tomorrow I'll take you to the office, so obviously no one has your decetin mode..."

"Well, if you dare!!!"I cut off his words to threaten him, thankfully there was no mother, if there must have been my messengers.

"You two are so romantic." chef Richard came with the waitress, served a special menu for both of us.

" We are arguing chef, not seducing each other." I said that made my husband and idol man laugh.

"I also often argue with my wife and always end up in bed .. so please enjoy" chef Richard laughed and left us.

" It seems like Richard's idea is good too." said Reza when he flashed his smile at me which was wrong because of the words of chef Richard.

I could only thin my lips in response. Basic men, who are local or imported are just as perverted...

After enjoying avocado squas and klapetart yummi, we also paid.

We went home with Reza's car that was deposited in the cafe and he borrowed his sports bike chef Richard.

Arriving home, I immediately entered the bathroom because of the sultry. While mas Reza after changing clothes is still struggling on his laptop, it looks like many emails are coming in.

After taking a shower and changing clothes I followed him on the sofa where he held a laptop.

I still ring Aliya's words in the office. Is it true that a normal man does need an impingement?

Arghhh.I was really curious but embarrassed to ask.

"Yes..."

"Hmmm.."he's still focused on his work.

"Have you... ever been that snack outside?"many doubt. I immediately fantasized, instead of the first mbak Vina also sickly, trus what might be true from the first also looking for an impingement with other girls.

Ishh kok often anyway, hopefully the answer is because he does not understand my question.., it is important he did not inject impotent, it seems Aliya's imagination began to spread to my brain.

Mending later if Reza is not busy I will ask again, let my heart calm down ..

I went up next to her, but her hand prevented me from leaving and made me look at her.

My body sat back to her side as she pulled my hand.

"What did you ask? you want a snack outside?"he closed his laptop.

"Eh. nope.." I can only grin.

"Let me drive..want to eat what?" her innocent-looking face made me amused because our chatter really did not connect.

”Ngak kok mas.kamu continue your work yes.he.he..”

"Work can be handled, but if you are craving, like no one can handle deh, girls like to debate.."he said while pinching my cheek with anxiety.

Waduuuh he misunderstood . It is precisely I who am afraid if he is near the gini. My hands were tightly held, his shady gaze made me give up, unable to make any more contact.

"Why did you get it wrong, what do you really want, hmmm?"

"Actually I want mas Reza to take me to the tomb mbak Vina.." I said just so, he would not yes..?

He was shocked to hear my wish.

"Why?"tanyanya.

"It seems I have to ask permission from mbak Vina, however I have mastered the husband and his house is not it.." I looked down, did not dare to look at him. Is he going to be angry?

For a moment the man just stood still and looked at me.

"But if Mas Reza won't help papa kok.." I close my lips.

Then he sighed.

"Tomorrow to go home from work, yes, we go there." he finally answered and managed to make me relieved.

The next day, despite the overcast hanging, Reza kept his promise.

After picking me up at a safe place, we headed to Vina's burial place. A bunch of white roses, which according to Reza mas is a favorite mbak Vina, I put on the belly button that says Davina Candradewi.

We insist on offering prayers for him, may he have the most beautiful place by his side.

I, who was facing Reza, saw such a deep sadness when he touched the tomb. Although only silent, his eyes looked at her heartily and finally sighed heavily then looked at me.

"Let's go home and start drizzling" he asked.

I also nodded obediently.

"Mr Vina, thank you for allowing Reza to be my husband. Although not as good as you are, I will try to deal with it. If I could, I would like to ask you, how to deal with his attitude that is sometimes as cold as the north pole.." I glanced at him who suddenly smiled when I heard my chatter.

I stood up, and before I stepped away I said goodbye.

"I'm sorry Vina, I'm often jealous of you because her love for Reza is so great for you. "my words while looking at the man standing before me.

Then I turned and walked away from Vina's grave. Finally glad to express my feelings.

Mas Reza followed my steps, grabbed my hand and held it tightly, speeding up as the drizzle had become a speck of rain.

When we got home in wet clothes, we cleaned ourselves up. I made a warm tea for the two of us, while Reza prepared a boiled noodle with a complete topping for dinner.

Unlike usual, this time I invited him to eat in front of the television while watching the news. That night it rained heavily, a bowl of noodles made it managed to warm my body.