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It was late afternoon, but Arka had yet to show her face. Raisa stood on the front porch of the house. While waiting for Arka to come home, she played with her little daughter, Anya.

"Anya is beautiful, look at Mommy," said Raisa talking to her daughter.

Anya, who is super active, can already lie on her stomach smoothly. She also has a habit of looking closely at her mother.

"So smart! Raisa chuckles at her little daughter's response

Raisa and Anya were busy playing on the terrace of their house. Laughter and jokes fill the afternoon.

"Why isn't Arka home yet?" Raisa looked at the fence several times.

"Anya misses you already? Do you want to play with me?" Raisa looked at her little daughter.

The girl immediately replied while laughing loudly. Raisa, who saw Anya's development very quickly, felt grateful to have been given a happy little family.

The sound of a car horn in front of the house surprised Raisa, who was playing with Anya.

"Unusually late." Raisa turned her head toward the fence of their house.

"Anya wait here first. I'll open the gate for you." Raisa ran a little, opening the gate for her husband.

"Sweetheart," Arka called spoiledly.

"What the hell Arka! So spoiled," Raisa replied a little shyly. But her face was slightly annoyed.

Arka parked her car in the car garage of the house. He hurriedly closed the car door. From the looks of it, he couldn't wait to kiss his wife and their little daughter.

"Hello Anya," Arka picked up Anya with a gentle gaze that made the little girl giggle instantly.

"No! Don't hold Anya first. There are a lot of germs attached," Raisa said, taking their little daughter from Arka's arms.

"Oh, I forgot," Arka replied with a small smile.

"Or do I just kiss you?" Arka leaned forward, as if to pounce on Raisa. Instantly Raisa's face turned red like a tomato.

Arka managed to tease his wife. Even though her marriage to Arka has been 2 years, Raisa has not been able to get rid of her nervousness when Arka flirts.

"No!" Raisa pretended to refuse.

Arka laughed at his wife's teasing behavior. He couldn't wait to fuck his wife again and again.

"Who is that?" Arka was surprised to see a small child standing in front of their fence, even though it was late afternoon. Raisa turned her head. Curious as to who the child was.

"That's our next-door neighbor's kid. Her name is Aska. Anya and I visited her this afternoon," Raisa replied quickly. The woman stared, the little boy looked like someone.

"Hello Aska. What's wrong? Aska want to play at aunty's place?" Raisa asked, looking at the little boy.

"Yes, aunty. Aska wants to play with Anya." said Aska, who was already good at talking. The boy was very handsome.

"But it's almost afternoon, dear. Did you ask Mama for permission to go to your aunt's place?" Raisa continued to ask, making sure that the little boy didn't run away from home.

Aska just shook her head. From the look on her face, there was deep sadness on the 3-year-old's face.

"Aska! Where have you been! I've been looking for you!" A woman suddenly appeared and snapped.

"Aska's nanny, right?" asked Raisa softly.

"Yes!" The woman replied curtly. Her face was very annoyed.

"Let's go home. It's late afternoon. Don't make it hard," The woman pulled Aska's hand roughly.

"No way Sister! I don't want to go home! Sister doesn't want to play with me!" said Aska rebelliously. The little boy roared, his cheeks already flooding with tears.

"Don't fight back! I'll report you to Mummy!" The woman glared. Her eyes were sharp. Aska immediately fell silent, forced to obey.

Raisa, who saw this, felt very sorry for Aska. She was angry with the treatment of Aska's nanny who seemed impatient with a three-year-old child. Even though children of that age are growing and playing.

"Aska can play here tomorrow afternoon. Since it's already afternoon, we'll change the game tomorrow." Raisa intervened, gently rubbing Aska's head.

Aska's nanny gave Raisa an unhappy look. She immediately pulled Aska's hand away from Raisa.

"Come quickly Aska! Don't play with strangers!" the nanny said, pulling roughly on Aska's hand.

Raisa was silent, she stared at Aska's departure who looked sad.

She suddenly imagined that Anya was in the hands of a nanny. Will her child have the same fate as Aska.

"Again, prejudice. Not all caregivers are like that," Raisa regrets having been prejudiced.

Raisa hurriedly closed the gate of her house. Anya, who was in Raisa's arms, was silent as she watched Aska being scolded by the nanny.

"Are you here?" reprimanded Raisa who saw her husband on the terrace, busy with his cell phone.

"What? I was waiting for you," Arka replied hurriedly turning off the cell phone in her hand.

Raisa frowned, Arka wasn't usually that nervous.

"Let's go inside. It's almost night." Raisa didn't bother, she just thought that maybe her husband had a lot on his mind. Raisa and her husband uk entered the house.

"Honey?" called Raisa softly, as her husband sat down on the sofa.

"You know what? That was the kid in front of our fence," Raisa paused.

"Is that Aska?" asked Arka meticulously.

"Yes. Si Aska." Raisa confirmed.

"What's wrong with him?" Arka continued.

"I think the nanny who looks after Aska is really fierce. The nanny pulled Aska's hand really hard," Raisa said excitedly.

"Maybe Aska is naughty." Arka stares at her cell phone, she chooses not to be prejudiced.

"His name is also a child. That's how everything is. Especially at Aska's age." Raisa with a mother's prejudice still blamed the nanny.

"Yes, too. But what can I do? It's Aska's parents' choice." Arka said, looking at Raisa.

Raisa nodded, confirming her husband's words. After all, they were just neighbors who had just moved in.

Arka and Raisa enjoy their alone time in the darkness of the night. While deep talking about their daily lives. Arka talks about his work. Raisa talks about her daily life at home with their little daughter.

Before going to bed, as usual. Arka will kiss his beloved wife affectionately. An intimate hug always adorns their nights together.

"Honey?" called Raisa to Arka who was almost asleep.

"Why baby?" Arka hugged Raisa tightly.

"I've been feeling all over the place since this morning. Are you hiding something?" Raisa asked directly, reluctant to hide the unease in her heart.

"What does that mean?" Arka looked at Raisa. Confused by the strange question.

"Are you lying to me?" Raisa asked again. She looked into her husband's eyes. She was afraid that he was hiding something.

"No way. You understand me best, darling." Arka chuckled and gently kissed Raisa's forehead. The woman made an amused face, and again she failed to guess.

"Really? What if you're lying?" asked Raisa again. The woman didn't give up easily. Her heart told her that her husband was lying.

"Oh my God, honey. What's wrong with you, are you suspicious of me, do you think I'm cheating on you?" Arka asked back, as if accusing Raisa of prejudice.

"It's not like that. That's all right. Let's not talk about this anymore. I trust you," Raisa replied, closing her eyes. She was actually not sleepy. But the direction of the conversation with her husband was not going well.

Arka was silent. Letting go of Raisa's hug. Then turned around.

"Honey?" called Arka to Raisa.

Raisa did not respond. She was just pretending to be asleep. She was curious, as her husband had been waking up in the middle of the night for the past few days.

Arka got off the bed, the man walked out of the room. Opening the door slowly.

"What does she want to do?" Raisa's mind opened its eyes slightly, seeing Arka coming out of the room.

After Arka's departure, the woman immediately followed where the man went.

"I'm sure Arka has something to hide. It's not usually like this,"

"Then that payment paper, there's no way Arka bought it for her parents," Raisa muttered. She recalled the payment slip she had found earlier that morning. It turned out that the receipt came from a jewelry store. Raisa's heart instantly heated up. There was something her husband was hiding.