ALYA DIARY
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Angga went into the bathroom, he flushed his head with water.

"How dare he send a message."

His own grunt in the bathroom.

Angga was in silent mode again after reading a message from Doni that entered his wife's phone.

He went into the room and found Alya staring at him.

"Yes..."

Alya called.

"Hmmm..."

Angga combed his hair then headed to that place and laid himself down.

"Pak Doni had borrowed a book and returned it, why was Mas Angga angry."

Angga did not reply and tilted his body shutting both his eyes.

"Alya never send - kok Mas message."

Angga did not respond to it but he actually also heard.

"Mas... Why do you keep getting angry. This is Alya delete the number already this Alya mobile phone bring Mas aja."

Alya deleted Doni's mobile number she had saved yesterday then simply put her phone on the bed and walked out of the room.

He felt long ago his own guarding against the jealous nature of Angga.

Angga flipped over her body and found Alya had already left with her phone also lying beside her just like that.

Angga sat down and took Alya's phone.

"Where He is, the angry husband goes." Gerrutu Angga's.

Alya herself chose to ahead turn on the television and seek entertainment.

"People are angry mau."

Alya also grumbled to herself but inwardly.

Alya's body felt tired and she closed her eyes and fell asleep in front of the television.

Angga came out of the room intending to find his wife and he found Alya sleeping in front of the television with his television still on.

He snorted, there was pity in him as well but his jealousy was much greater.

"Sleep here."

Angga approached him and rubbed his head.

"Dec... Move in, if there are guests not nice to see even sleeping in front."

Alya stretched her body and saw Angga beside her and the television was still on.

"Yes." Yeah."

Alya pressed down on the television remote and then entered into the room leaving Angga staring at her.

Nor did he want to be alone in front of her following Alya and into the room.

Alya had laid herself down and tilted her body, Angga laid herself down and tilted her body also to Alya.

Angga could not sleep but was different from Alya who had entered into a dream. He flipped his body and looked at Alya's back.

"Am I too."

In Angga's heart.

"But the man was so insolent about why he sent a message to my wife."

Angga rubbed Alya's head and Alya originally also sensed but she was reluctant to turn her body around and pretended to be closed off.

"Let's just say, people who are angry mulu don't remember age."

Alya spoke to herself in her heart.

Angga hugged Alya's body and kissed her hair from behind and closed her eyes.

Until the sound of the ashar adhan, Alya wants to wake up but his body is still hugged by the sleeping Angga.

He slowly let go of Angga's hand that was coiled around his stomach however, it made Angga wake up and pretend he was still sleeping.

Alya raised Angga's hand and slowly he would get off the bed.

"Where to go."

Angga put his hand back together and Alya fell back on the bed.

"Mandi, it's Ashar."

Alya tried to get rid of her husband's hand, but Angga grabbed her.

"Don't send any more messages to him."

Alya took a breath, though,

"Yes, the number has been removed."

"Block it up."

Alya never thought her husband could be like that.

"So much Mas, block it."

Alya refused to argue later even his business got longer.

"Udah Mas blocked."

Alya was surprised but he did not show it.

"Whatever you are, your smile."

In Alya's heart.

"It's good dong."

So it came out of Alya's mouth that her husband was satisfied.

"Alya wants to wake up."

Angga held it without taking it off.

"Mandi together."

"Mom's home, I'm ashamed."

"The entrance of the bathroom is a change."

"If it is deserted his house."

Alya tried to release herself and get out of bed.

"When it's up."

Angga observes Alya taking a change of clothes from the closet but he still sleeps on the bed.

"If night."

Alya came out of the room and headed to the bathroom leaving the smiling Angga alone.

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