Mother Perakor Cruel
Chapter 21
"Yes. Sukma is right. We will definitely stay here once in a while" the judge replied confirming the woman he had just noticed.
"Good then. Stay here often, we do not mind at all," added Murni looking at Sukma and Hakim alternately.
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"Ah, must be ma'am. Yes, if that's what we say to go home first," replied the Judge and then shook his hands alternately.
"Dad, I'll go first. Take care of yourself and your health. If there is anything, do not hesitate to tell him to me," said Sukma hugging the man who became his first love.
Honestly, Sukma was actually hard to leave his father. Especially at this time he feels if the mother is cheating on his father.
"Definitely son. You take it easy, I will definitely take care of myself and the health of my father. Now you go home. Have a good sleep. Dad, wait for good news from you" Good reply rubbed the head of his beloved daughter.
After removing his father's embrace, Sukma got into the Judge's car, and the sedan drove away from the house.
Along the way to the house of Judge, Sukma deg-degan once. This was the first time he had left his parents' home. The house that raised him.
"Dear, what's wrong with you? How do you seem to be so nervous? Is there a problem?" ask the Judge while holding Sukma's hand that feels cold.
"No, I'm not papa. I just feel nervous. Just this time I left the house and left my father and mother," replied Sukma making the Judge could only shake his head.
"Sukma dear, that's a girl. If her daughter is married, she should follow her husband. But you take it easy. I promise I will take you to visit mom and dad as often as possible" replied the judge rubbing the head of the woman who had officially become his wife.
"really?" sukma looked at the Judge.
"Of course" the judge replied smilingly.
"Thank you, mas. You are the best husband. I am very lucky to be your wife" said Sukma who until now still do not know how the true nature of her husband.
Thirty minutes later, Sukma arrived at the Judge's house. A few years ago the judge bought the house by way of installments. And a week before marrying Sukma, the Judge also paid off for his house.
To buy the house, the Judge is assisted by Murni, the woman who is now his father-in-law. Purely helps the Judge secretly with money that comes from the sale of land belonging to the late grandmother Sukma in her hometown. Money that should be divided equally with aunt Sinta. But Pure did not share it and ate the money alone.. Even at that time Sinta did not know if the land had been sold by Murni.
That's where the cause of Sinta and Murni's quarrel began to peak.
"Hmmmm mas, your parents are still at home?" sukma asked for a moment they would get off the sedan.
"No. They have returned to Sumatra" the judge answered, opening the door to his car.
"Why is it so fast?" ask Sukma wonder.
"Because they don't want to leave their beloved village. After all, my papa can't leave his job for long. You just calm down, sometimes we will visit him to Sumatra. They must be very happy," replied the Judge, which of course was all a lie.
After dropping all his suitcases, Sukma and Hakim stepped foot into the minimalist house.
Sukma was very nervous. Although she had been dating the Judge for a long time, she had never entered the house. Especially stay there.
However, when Sukma was already inside the Judge's house and entered their room, Sukma was surprised by a dress similar to his mother's. A patterned negligee batik Jogja that he once bought for his beloved mother.
The heart of the sukma beats rapidly. Bad thoughts began to dance in his mind. How can his mother batik be at the Judge's house, even in his room anyway.
"Why you, baby?" the judge suddenly hugged his wife from behind.
Sukma looked surprised and jolted. She looked at her husband intently. Sukma was imagining if her husband was doing something no-no with the woman who had given birth to him.
"Darling, hey, what's wrong with you?" ask the judge again.
"Mas, you startled me" said Sukma, taking off his arms.
"Haha, I'm sorry, honey. But you why? What are you thinking?" ask the Judge who has not realized if there is a short negligee hanging behind his door.
"That, that, that looks like my mother's batik. Why are you in your room?" tanya Sukma made Hakim silent choked after staring at batik which indeed belonged to his mother Sukma.
'Hey, why did I forget to get rid of that shirt? I have to answer what Sukma is?' the Inner Judge was thinking hard to find a reason for his wife not to suspect..
"O.. O.. Oh that batik. Haha, that batik belongs to my dear mama. Looks like I missed it. You are just there. How can you think it is a mother batik, even though she has never been here baby," replied the Judge assured Sukma.
"But why is it so similar?" muttered Sukma who still felt sure if it was his mother's batik.
"Sukma dear, whose name is clothes yes there must be a twin. Another if the batik is your mother's name or is designed specifically for mother," replied the Judge again.
'It seems that what the judge said had a point. Where maybe the mother cheated with the Magistrate, ' Inner Sukma tried to throw away his bad thoughts.
"I'm sorry, mas. I've suudzon with you. I shouldn't be like that with my own husband. I'm just parno. You'll know for yourself if I suspect your mother is having an affair with another man" said Sukma hugging her husband.
"It's okay, baby. I know what you are feeling right now. Now throw away your bad thoughts, and let's go surfing again" Judge said as his hands began to wander the wife's body.
"surfing? Any more?" ask Sukma a little horrified. Because from the time they were married to the Judge, they always do such things up to two to three times a day, and cause pain and pain in the intimate part of the Sukma.
"Yes, why? Are you tired?" ask the judge again.
"Hmmmmmmm, not tired. It's just that I still feel pain," replied Sukma bluntly.