COVERT PARTY

"How come it's so neat? Isn't it Sunday?" I asked as I placed a cup of coffee on the table. "Someone from the head office came, like it or not, you have to work, Sar," answered Mas Feri, rolling up his shirt sleeves to the middle of his wrist. There is a feeling of stagnation. Usually to the office never wear a plain white shirt. But I ignored it because I felt it was impossible if Feri had betrayed me. We already have a daughter, the family economy is more than adequate because it has an inheritance from my parents, such as the three shop houses that I rented out. I already have a house because this is my parents' house too. In my daily life, I also open a mini market right next to my house. What else is missing? In fact, I have never denied fulfilling my husband's inner needs. It doesn't matter how much Feri's salary is, after all I also have money. Every month I also give regular money to my mother-in-law

"But, Mom, I don't need a new employee yet, and my house isn't so dirty that I bother asking for help with cleaning." I politely declined the request of my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Not without reason, just want to see how far their efforts. From the way Tuti greeted me and freely wanted to come to my kitchen, this already indicated that she wanted something from this house. And they facilitated Tuti's business. "Sarah, you don't have to pay Tuti, she just takes shelter until her husband comes to pick me up," said my mother firmly so that I accepted Tuti. Which husband? My husband too? You fuck! "Yes, Sar, after all, the cost of eating Tuti is not so much, I don't think it's a burden." Imar also tried to convince me. "Um, but why don't you just stay at Mom's house, anyways, I'm rarely home because I'm busy next door, it's not good when you're alone with Feri at home, if Naswa, mom knows, she's busy in her room." "You know th

"Sorry, my husband I don't know, it's a dream, you know." I put on a face like feeling guilty and sorry to see it. Precisely in my heart say 'taste lo! It's really good Astagfirullah'alaziim, forgive me for being a disobedient wife, O Allah. Amen. "Ouch! It hurts, Sar, luckily I didn't break my nose." Feri held his nose with a frown on his face in pain. But in my heart there is a great regret. Even this regret was pointless because the event was over. My regret is 'How come my fist isn't strong enough? It's not satisfied before your nose is broken, '. If time could be turned back, I would have put a super power punch in his nose, not only his nose but also his antennae. Ah, well, there's still plenty of time. Hopefully this goal will be achieved. "Let's treat it, blood is running down your lips. " "Take the first aid kit, Sar, hurry! it hurts." "Yeah, yeah," I said and walked out. Huh! It's just troublesome. Where are my eyes getting