Patience of the Son-in-law

Patience of the Son-in-law
Chapter 42 - Mysterious Package


Aisha did not dare to tell Faizan the truth. He can only say that he had a pickiness when shopping so that his phone was lost. Then he stayed at Lala's house and overslept so he forgot to tell the house people.


Faizan was a little suspicious of his wife's reasons. Because Aishanya is not usually forgetful. If it's about the pickiness, Faizan still understand. His name is calamity can be hit on anyone, anytime and anywhere.


But about forgetting to tell or just ask her permission to stay at Lala's house, this feels awkward for a Faizan who is quite familiar with the habits of his wife. Unless there is an emergency condition that does not allow Aishanya to contact the family.


Faizan tried to dismiss his prejudice about his conversation with Mama Ida who had accused Aisha of cheating behind him. He knows all his wife's friends.


So with whom cheating is certainly still vague for him and his love is still trying to adjust his brain not to accuse the wife who is not.


Finally that night, the two only expressed their deep longing for each other, especially Faizan interspersed with the chatter with laughter about what is usually done husband and wife over the contest.


Aisha could only blush in shame at hearing her husband's ignorant speech and encum. Of course he likes that too. Especially since she was pregnant, for some reason, she always wanted to be near her husband.


Even after the phone disconnected, Aisha recalls the night before Faizan left for Taiwan she shamelessly took her husband to fight until morning. Just pause to take a breath and drink for a moment then race back on top of the wild bull race contest.


And now he knows the answer, it seems like his pregnancy hormones are the main trigger for this. Maybe the baby jabang understand will be left for a business trip by his father long enough to ask for intake or some kind of pocket money that much before exposed to tropical malarindu disease due to LDR an so torturous.


Aisha missed that moment. Will he ever get such a sweet thing again from a husband who adores him so much? He can only pass his destiny on to the Owner of Life.


Two days passed, though,


Aisha, who was cooking in the kitchen, was shocked by the bell of her house-in-law, and hurried to open the door. Turns out the courier was the package delivery guy. But he was strange enough to see a medium-sized brown envelope without the sender's name but the package was meant for him.


Finally he received the package and took it to the living room. He sat down and opened it. Because he was overwhelmed with curiosity. Packages for him but from whom?


The first photo, of himself, was taken from behind. He seemed to be standing walking but seemed to stagger into the house with a friendly hug position of a man next to him.


The second photo, he was sleeping on the bed with a friendly hug of a man in full naked and the face of the man was disguised. He automatically doesn't know who that guy is. From her posture of course it was not her husband, Faizan.


The third photo, as he walked out of the house.


His hands suddenly tremored to see the three photos. Her tears were shed without telling. His heart was beating fast.


"Who would do this to me? What's all this mean?" his mind was rumbling and suddenly his brain was empty.


When he will clean up the photo so that no one else knows, but hunted down one of the photos was struck by someone and caused other photos to fall to the floor.


How shocked her mother-in-law was to take the photo forcibly from her hand. Especially now the number two photo is in the grasp of her mother-in-law. Aisha was confused as to what to do.


Mama Ida immediately stared intently at herself as she looked closely at all her photos even to those scattered on the floor.


Plakkc...


A hot slap shot across Aisha's left cheek from her mother-in-law's cold hand.


"Based on a shameless son-in-law! You cheated on him behind Faizan. Get the fuck out of here!" throw Mama Ida out loud while raising her forefinger pointing towards the exit of her residence.


Degs...