I'M Sorry My Hubby

I'M Sorry My Hubby
Azaghfirullah


Dini exhaled his rough breath when he saw the man who had been panting and was now fast asleep.


Shifting that fat body with both hands. Get down on a king-size bed with a crumpled body.


Use this bathroom to clean the smell that he hates. Water in the middle of the night made his body feel pained.


This job is usually done. The nickname campus chicken has been attached to being established. But because the existence of Arini and Shinta makes no one dare to ridicule him while on campus.


Not long he came out wearing only the towels available at this hotel. Pick up his clothes that were falling. Go back to putting on her face but not as seductive as before. He just tied his hair. Snatching the bag that had fallen on the floor due to the actions of the old man who was exhausted at this time.


time has shown 02.00 in the morning.


The clothes he was wearing made him cold.


As per the agreement after his task is completed he will return to his house. Looking for the driver's whereabouts is what he is doing.


A tall man with a handsome face and white skin came up to him.


"Miss, I'll take her home" he said, bowing his body. Just a nod in return.


Before entering the man opened his jacket and put on his exposed body.


"Wear it," he said, Dini just nodded. "night air is not good, why are you wearing very open clothes," he said when they were in the car.


"Because of my profession as a night woman, if I become a ustazah I will wear a robe," he said with a wry smile.


Driving at a moderate speed, there was no conversation between them. He closed his eyes, not sleepy. The clear water did not wash his eyes. I still remember memories with my two best friends. In fact, he did not send his best friend Shinta to China.


"Arini, Shinta I miss," he murmured.


"Stop at one of the eating places" he said without flinching only his tiny lips seemed to move.


"We eat in the car" he said.


"Are you ashamed?" ask her by frowning.


"That's not it, Miss, it's just. Are you willing for your body to be a spectacle?" his great-grandson.


"I'm used to it!" he was about to get out.


"No, Miss, when you're with me then you're my responsibility. Appearing like this in the morning will trigger a man to do indecent," he explained, which made Dini close his ears because he was so chatty. Tali, she also just this time felt treated like a respectable woman.


The driver who had good looks and bravery came out of his master's luxury car. Buy fried rice that is on the side of the road.


Back with the package in his hand. Give it to the woman beside him. The man reached for a small pillow from the back seat and gave it to Dini who was busy opening the package in his hand.


"Cover her thigh with this, because I have no right to see it," her great-granddaughter with a smile and success made Dini slightly offended.


"Bas on a holy-ass man!" Not closing but instead holding one leg high so that it almost shows everything. Dini chuckled at the expression of the man beside her.


"Astaghfirullah, I have to choose between windfall or sin" he said by opening the car door with a slightly frightened face like seeing a demon and it succeeded in making Dini laugh.


"You want to see another one?' ask her by blinking one eye.


The man's eyes were perfectly rounded.