Sensational Husband
One Hundred Eighty Two

Alexa is four weeks old. Azlan looked at the date of making the doctor's letter which turned out to be almost three weeks passed. Azlan did not know whether he should be happy or sad. Amidst the bliss that erupted, the other side of his heart was sad because Alexa still insisted on his ego maintaining jealousy so as not to tell him the big information.

Azlan exited the room while slipping a letter into the bag of pants. He went to the family room on the second floor. The feeling is right, Alexa is there. The woman was sitting on the couch playing with her phone. He glanced for a moment at Azlan who entered the room. Then his gaze returned to focus on the phone screen.

Azlan cleared his throat seeing the indifference displayed by Alexa. There was no smile and no reprimand from the woman. Azlan approached Alexa and stood behind the sofa where Alexa was sitting. He folded his arms and leaned his elbows against the back of the sofa.

“Alexa!”

“Hm.” Alexa is still focusing on her phone.

“Do you not want to tell me the good news?”

“What news?”

Azlan sighed looking at Alexa's cold demeanor. “I'm the father of the child you bear, right?”

Alexa was a little surprised to hear Azlan's question. He rolled his eyes without glancing at Azlan. Mouths shut. She was not wanting to talk to her husband when her feelings were chaotic, because she was afraid to become angry and ended up hurting Azlan's feelings.

Azlan circled the sofa, then sat down on the side of Alexa.

Alexa glanced at her hand held by Azlan.

“We will be parents.” Azlan tilted his body slightly towards Alexa. “Do you not want to introduce me to our child? As if to allow my palm to touch it.” Azlan placed his palm onto the surface of Alexa's abdomen. “I'll be a father. He's our son.”

Alexa raised her face, then smiled faintly. “Yes, this is our son.”

Hearing Alexa's answer, Azlan's heart was relieved. The answer was like rain that doused his arid mind. Yes, her mind became arid as Alexa moved away from her.

“I found a certificate from the doctor. I'm happy because my hard work every night finally works out too.” Azlan laughed after saying that sentence.

Unlike Alexa who just shut up.

Azlan did not want to discuss his sad feelings because Alexa did not tell him the news, he set the taste aside to get a smile from his wife. He does not want to ruin the moment of the return of Alexa smile by talking about sensitive things.

“You will be a mother,” whispered Azlan.

“He’em.” Alexa smiled again.

Azlan did not expect if it turned out that the conversation about the baby candidates would reunite them.

“The last time you checked for pregnancy was three weeks ago. How about we check again? I want to see his condition.” Azlan grabbed the glass and poured mineral water into the glass, then sipped it. His throat felt dry after speaking a lot, a sense of happiness draining his strength.

“What else to check? At the age of five months, we just check again.”

Azlan smiled hearing Alexa call the word ‘kita’. It means that his wife can open her heart slowly.

Alexa stood up.

“Where are you?” Azlan asked as he looked up at Alexa who was walking towards the door.

Azlan raised an eyebrow unsure. “Ke kitchen? Why?”

Alexa did not answer. He continued to step until he reached the special room where the household assistants. It looks like the housekeepers are watching television, except Idris who certainly can not follow the limp because he has to sit sweetly at the guard post. He has got the same spectacle as the television installed in the post.

“Wen, come to the kitchen, yuk!” tell Alexa.

Weni. “Not wrong, Non? To the kitchen?”

“Gue ngajakin lo to the kitchen kok even bengong, anyway? Booth!” alexa's annoyance made Weni rush to follow Alexa into the kitchen.

“Ambilin apron!” tell Alexa again when she's standing at the table near the gas stove.

Despite feeling confused, Weni obeyed her employer's orders rather than getting her employer's spray again. Weni opened the cabinet on the table and picked up one of the clean aprons.

“This, Non.” Weni gave the cloth she had just picked up.

“Weni!” hardik Alexa while staring at the cloth. “Gue request apron!”

“This time!” Weni looked at the cloth in her hand. “Eeeh. Kirain this apron.” Weni threw the washcloth at the corner of another table. He then reopened the top cupboard and picked up the apron. This time he noticed the cloth being taken carefully, afraid of taking it wrong again.

Alexa grabbed the apron given by Weni and put on it.

“Non, what do you want?” asked Weni astonished to see Alexa who suddenly wanted to know an apron. Alexa does not have an apron, of course her employer borrowed an apron belonging to her domestic assistant.

“Mau shopping,” replied Alexa staring Weni ashen. “Yam au cook, still just aja.”

“Ooh... Yes wonder, cook anyway a Non Alexa intentions really cook? Since when is it?”

“Gue wants to cook grilled shrimp. Lo take all the ingredients.”

“What is it, Non?”

Alexa looked at Weni annoyed. “Kok, any? I know what the material is. You know better, right? Take all the ingredients. Tell me how to cook it.”

“Ooh so. Okay, ready to go!” Weni rushed towards the refrigerator and retrieved all the necessary materials. He painstakingly told the procedure of cooking shrimp and Alexa worked on it despite stiff movements because they were not used to it. Weni helps Nonanya, washing shrimp, blending spices, and so on.

Alexa did not take long to cook because she was assisted by Weni. When the shrimp is put into the grill, Alexa waits patiently at the dinner table. She asked Weni when the shrimp could be eaten. There are seven times Alexa has asked the same question.

“Ya already, lo anta king to the room if you already mteng later, yes!” alexa orders him to leave the kitchen after removing his apron.

Alexa goes into the room. First of all he heard the sound of cell phones ringing. She approached the source of the voice and saw a phone coming in on her husband's cell phone placed on the nightstand. Alexa was surprised to see the name. Mecca.

TB

So, this story updates the same story I titled. WRONG MARRIAGE