during my wife's pregnancy

"Abiihhhh... Caca wants the martabak with lots of chocolate and nuts!!" My daughter Tasha shouted boisterously on the other end of the phone.

I glanced briefly at the clock on the wall in my room, which showed that it was already past 5 pm.

I sighed. I'd been so busy with work lately that I'd forgotten that there was something more valuable than just the pile of documents on my desk.

"Yes, dear. I didn't forget." I replied with a cute smile.

"Hurry up and go home!! Caca and Abiiiihhh already miss you!!" Tasha continued with her cute voice.

"Oh yeah? Do you miss Abi too?"

"Of course!! He wants to play football with Abi!"

"How is that possible? Your little one is still in Mom's stomach, right?"

"Yeah!! But he likes to kick, you know!"

I laughed, "Haha, okay! Let's go straight home, okay?"

"Don't forget the martabak!!" Tasha shouted as she moved away from the phone.

"Exactly the same as you, Bi! I love chocolate martabak with peanuts." This time, Liya's soft voice greeted me.

"Yes, of course! Whose child was that?" I answered proudly.

"Umi also wants his martabat! But what about the eggs, Bi!" Liya asked, no less spoiled.

It makes me miss going home even more, "Yes, honey! There are 4 eggs, right?"

"Yes, that's right, my husband!!" Liya replied sounding no less cheerful.

With a slight smile on my lips, I then hung up the phone after saying goodbye and started to prepare myself to go home.

It felt quite a relief after being trapped in this seemingly never-ending workload all day.

My job promotion was indeed quite tempting in terms of material benefits, but of course this was also accompanied by a reduction in the amount of time I could spend with my family.

Luckily, since I told Mr. Thomas, my boss, about my wife's second pregnancy, I was finally given the freedom to be more flexible in managing my work hours.

Although it is actually still difficult for me to find a balance between the two.

"Is Mr. Hadi ready to go home?" asked Shena, my subordinate at the office who had just joined the company a few months ago.

Somewhat awkwardly, I nodded slowly, "Yes, Shen." I replied as briefly as possible.

I honestly feel a bit uncomfortable with Shena's presence in the office, because she always seems to wear clothes that are a bit tight and a bit revealing, so that I can clearly see the curves of her body and other parts that other people shouldn't see.

And as a normal guy, of course I would feel attracted to her.

However, considering how I am a married man, I decided to limit my interactions with people like Shena.

Moreover, my wife Liya is still far superior in terms of beauty and attitude compared to Shena.

"That's unusual, sir! You usually come home late." Shena smiled a little teasingly.

I smiled wryly, feeling a little annoyed by his attention. "Yeah, it's family business, " I replied curtly with a chuckle, trying to keep the conversation quiet.

However, it wouldn't be Shena if she just stopped there. Besides her "bold" appearance, Shena also has a sociable nature, making it very easy for her to socialize and get along with others.

Especially the men in my office.

"What's this important matter, sir? If I may ask, that is!" he said, winking with a slightly provocative expression.

"Yes." I answered with a smile.

Dealing with women like Shena is not my forte, because I was also born and grew up in an environment that is used to seeing women acting gracefully and appearing shy, watching their words and clothes in front of other people.

Especially in front of men.

So, when I came across someone like Shena, I considered her a rather troubling anomaly.

However, I can't blame Shena completely because maybe she was just being herself, and that's her right.

"I heard that Mr. Hadi's wife is pregnant, right?" Shena continued to ask and engage me in conversation.

I nodded, "Yes, the second child."

"Wow... Congratulations, sir!" Shena said, clapping her hands. "Mr. Hadi's wife must be in her spoiled prime right now. That's why she told him to come home quickly. Right?"

I chuckled a little at his comment, "Hehe, that's how Shen is." I replied, somehow getting carried away by the flow of the conversation.

"Duh, when did Shena get a husband like Pak Hadi?!" Shena muttered, not knowing what she meant. "He's handsome, caring and loves his wife, and even at the office he's always indifferent to other girls."

"Shena is jealous of his wife, " he continued.

"Haha, you're so clever, Shen." I felt a little flattered.

"Tell Shena, okay, sir! If Mr. Hadi is fighting with his wife, Shena is ready to be his comforter." Shena winked with a mischievous expression.

I chuckled softly at his rather amusing words. "Thanks, Shen, for your concern, " I said with a faint smile. "But I don't think I need it."

"

"Hehehe. It seems like Umi is getting prettier by the day, Mi!" I replied, chuckling.

"Alaaahhh. Rubbish!" she complained. "Okay! After taking a shower, we'll eat together. Umi has prepared Abi's favorite food." Liya's smile was so warm.

As if to banish all the burden of fatigue that was resting on my shoulders, "Wow... so impatient." I chuckled.

After entering the house and glancing at Tasha who was still busy opening the martabak package, I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself after a day of activities at the office.

In the silence of the bathroom, I let the water run and splash over my body. But suddenly, my thoughts were distracted again by my brief interaction with Shena earlier.

I don't know why, but my heart started pounding a little when I imagined the curves of my subordinate's body.

Is this the effect of not getting my share from Liya? I muttered to myself.

Since Liya was pregnant, the doctor had not allowed me to have sexual relations with my wife for almost a year, at least in the first trimester, which was enough to make my desire a little more intense.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the bathroom door. I paused for a moment, then answered softly, "Yes, honey?"

"Why did it take so long for you to take a shower?!" Liya asked in a slightly mocking voice. "Hey, what are you doing?"

I then opened the bathroom door slightly so Liya could see me from outside. "You're nosy! If you want to join us, come on in!" I said with a smile.

"Are you really bored?!" Liya teased, then went into the bathroom.

With no more patience whatsoever, I then kissed Liya's lips so passionately as if to signal that my passion needed to be satisfied.

Liya was surprised by my sudden action, but then she didn't refuse and instead returned my kiss with no less passion.

"Do you want to, Dad?!" Liya asked, giggling, stopping our kiss.

I smiled back, my eyes filled with lust and passion, "Yes, darling. I can't hold it in, " I answered breathlessly.

Liya then didn't speak and just smiled sweetly. Then she reattached her lips to mine, starting the passionate kiss once again.

"But remember! You're not allowed to do that to a doctor!" He paused in his reply, as if he was playing with my lust.

"Yes, Umi! Abi knows!" I replied in disappointment.

But then, Liya grabbed my almost fully erect penis with her hand and said, "Would you like to just shake it, Mom?" she offered.

It made me unable to refuse and immediately nodded in agreement to my wife's offer.

I was a little nervous, not expecting that Liya, who had always been passive in sexual matters, would actually show great initiative this time.

It seems that the change in her attitude recently has made me even more tempted and tempted to imagine how Liya is the one who is taking control of my sexual desires.

With mixed feelings of joy, surprise, and temptation, I let Liya push my body to the edge of the bathtub while kissing me very fiercely.

Her hands moved to give a warm touch to my penis, playing with it gently and passionately in an up and down motion that made me even more tempted.

Meanwhile, I grabbed the edge of the tub to keep myself from giving in to my already peaking lust.

"Ummmiihhh..." I moaned hoarsely, feeling the pleasure that was starting to engulf my body getting bigger.

Meanwhile, Liya just smiled flirtatiously as she continued to vigorously stroke her hand. "If you want to come out, just say so, Bi!" she ordered me.

And I just nodded slowly, unable to say anything because the pleasure that was sweeping through my body was so great.

Liya continued to give passionate touches in an increasingly faster rhythm, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of climax which seemed to be rapidly looming due to the desire I had been holding back.

"Aabbihh want come outrrhhh Miiihh!" I said boat giving warning.

But instead of speeding up her strokes on my penis, Liya actually slowed down her movements gently.

A flirtatious smile etched on her face, as if she was doing it on purpose and enjoying the moment.

"What, Bi?" he asked innocently, as if unaware of how badly I wanted to reach orgasm right now.

"Aabbiihh... Aabbiih..." Words broke on my lips as I tried to express my desire to reach climax.

And Liya just stared at me in satisfaction, stopping her hand movements completely. Her eyes sparkled as she watched me struggle with my overwhelming desire to be satisfied immediately.

"Abi, do you want to go out?" she whispered softly, bringing her lips close to my ear. "If you want to go out, you have to ask Umi's permission first!"

Breathlessly, I looked at Liya with lustful eyes. I wanted to experience this long-held climax, but I also wanted to stay in my wife's game a little longer.

"Yeah, Mom!! Daddy asked for permission to go out, " I said in a hoarse voice, moaning in persistence.

Hearing that, Liya then released her grip on my penis and squatted in front of the bathtub. Without further ado, she immediately took my penis into her warm mouth.

"Ouuuggghhh.." I moaned in pleasure.

Instantly, Liya began to slowly suck and lick my cock with her moist mouth. Her mouth passionately sucked on my cock, while her tongue swirled around every inch of my shaft.

The hot and wet sensation created by Liya's mouth made me look up, moan, sigh, until it only took a few minutes for me to start feeling the peak of orgasm coming back quickly.

I then grabbed Liya's head which was still wearing a hijab, guiding and directing her movements so that she could move faster and deeper.

Sensing my urge to ejaculate, Liya looked at me with a sparkling gaze and a strange grin. She complied with my wishes, sucking on my penis at a faster pace.

Ummmiihhhhh... Abbbihh want to.." my words were hoarse as Liya continued her sucking with increasing intensity.

His eyes glanced at me, filled with a glint of lust and a desire to give me the greatest pleasure.

But at the same time, there was a slight look of amusement and playfulness as if he was planning something.

And it was true.

When I was really about to reach the point of ejaculation which I imagined would feel very good, Liya suddenly pulled away suddenly, making me gasp for breath and lose momentum.

My orgasm, which had previously felt so strong, suddenly floated out of reach, my penis throbbed because I really wanted to spill my sperm into Liya's warm mouth, but everything failed because all I got was a delicious emptiness that Liya deliberately made me bear.

Crtt crrttty crtttttt

My sperm splattered out of the tip of my penis in large quantities onto the bathroom floor, while I felt I hadn't fully reached the peak of pleasure because of the loss of stimulation in my penis.

My body slowly sank to the bathroom floor, but I felt unsatisfied.

Liya then leaned in, leaning in to kiss my lips gently. "It feels good, doesn't it?" she whispered softly, her eyes still fixed on mine with a playful smile.

While I wanted to express my disappointment by trying to form words in my mind, in the end, I simply nodded weakly, having exhausted all the energy to even protest Liya's actions.

"Take a good shower after this!!" smiled Liya, casually leaving me sitting limply on the bathroom floor.

Question after question popped into my head. "Where did Liya learn this kind of stuff?"

As if making a deal that I never directly agreed to, Liya started to make her strange way of satisfying my lust like in the bathroom yesterday into our routine before bed.

Every night, Liya would deliberately tease me, arouse my lust, give me such a delicious handjob, only to then ruin the peak moment that I should have been able to fully enjoy.

It happened so often, I even refused a few times. On the one hand, I felt incredibly frustrated with his way of consistently sabotaging my ejaculation.

But on the other hand, there was a part of me that was also tempted by her no longer shy attitude, and I felt increasingly curious about what Liya's real motivation was for doing this.

Slowly, I unconsciously began to enjoy his actions in controlling and playing with my sexual desires.

But even so, the effects I've experienced have left me a little surprised. Since Liya started doing this, my sleep has become more restful, and I always feel refreshed when I wake up.

Just like I felt this morning.

Waking up to the sound of my cellphone alarm, I then turned to the side, finding that Liya was no longer in bed.

I immediately shifted my gaze to the room until I realized that the weather outside was cloudy.

I then got out of bed, feeling the cold morning air grow even colder. I glanced toward Tasha's room and saw my little daughter still fast asleep.

But I didn't find Liya's whereabouts.

"Where are you, Mi?" I wrote in a message that I immediately sent to my wife.

Not long after, Liya replied, "I'm at Mang Dedi's, Bi! Shopping for breakfast. I'm about to go home!"

"Okay, be careful, honey!" I replied.

After finding out where Liya was, I decided to take a shower because I was going to work. But as I was getting my towel in the room, I suddenly heard the sound of heavy rain.

I immediately thought of Liya, who probably hadn't thought to bring an umbrella. So I quickly grabbed my umbrella, intending to pick her up at Mang Dedi's usual stall.

But just as I was about to close the door, my wife arrived soaked from the rain.

"Oh my gosh, Umi!! You're like a little kid playing in the rain!" I teased her.

While wiping her wet face, Liya put on a sullen face, "You're so mean, Bi! You were walking and it suddenly started raining!"

"Haha! I was just about to pick you up!" I replied, showing the umbrella.

"Eww... My husband is so romantic!" Liya shouted happily.

Taking the initiative, I then walked into the house to get a towel for Liya. However, when I returned, I found my wife smiling to herself as she stared at her phone screen.

I also just realized that currently Liya seems to be wearing a peach colored baju kurung which is made of a material that is quite thin compared to the baju kurung she usually wears.

And because she was soaking wet, the shirt seemed to shrink and cling to her skin, accentuating her curves and revealing what lay beneath.

"Oh my God!!" I said to myself when I saw that my wife wasn't wearing any underwear.

Panicking slightly, I immediately approached my wife, wrapping a towel around her wet body. I looked left and right, afraid someone might see.

"Why, Bi?" asked Liya confused.

"Umi isn't wearing underwear?" I asked back.

Suddenly Liya was shocked and looked down, "Oh my gosh!!!" she said in panic.

"It's really obvious!" I replied worriedly.

"Sorry, Aunt! I think I forgot!" Liya said, blushing in embarrassment.

I swallowed hard, as I imagined what it would be like if someone saw Liya soaking wet like this without any underwear on.

One question I also have is, why was Liya so reckless about going out without underwear in the first place? Was it an accident? It seems unlikely, as Liya isn't a careless person.

So what? Did she do it on purpose? Why? She was just going to Mang Dedi's grocery store, not intending to seduce anyone or show off her body.

"Why aren't you wearing any underwear, Mom?! Did you do that on purpose?" I chuckled, even though I was actually serious.

"I bet Umi did it on purpose, Aunt! Umi is even wearing a bra, you can see it, right?" said Liya, showing off her bulging breasts covered by a black bra.

"Yeah, you can see it!" I replied, sneering at her. But that didn't answer why she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Besides, it's just because of the rain, Bi! That's why it's visible."

"But why did Umi go grocery shopping without underwear?" This time I just asked myself, not wanting to complicate the matter, as Liya might have been careless or forgotten.

I then helped Liya clean herself with the towel I'd draped over her. "Luckily, it's only visible when she's wet! I'd have tried shopping at Mang Dedi's. It would have been terrible!" I said, unable to resist the urge to scold her.

"I forgot, Bi!" Liya grumbled. "But what if I were seen with Mang Dedi?" Liya continued, asking with a strange smile.

"Oh, you're crazy! Amit-amit!" I replied, not accepting it.

"Well, just for example! What do you want to do, Dad?" he asked again.

I paused for a moment and tried to think, "It's not Mi! It's not on purpose!" I replied.

"Well, I know! Why are you suddenly jealous?!" Liya teased me.

"Abi isn't jealous, is he!"

Liya teased me even more, "Are you sure?"

"Sure!" I replied awkwardly for some reason.

"Aren't you jealous that another guy accidentally saw his wife?!" Liya suddenly whispered.

This time I was the one who grumbled, "What's wrong, Umi! You just meant what if!" I replied, avoiding the strange question.

But somehow, I suddenly felt a little uneasy imagining what would happen if it actually happened. What would I do? Should I just stay silent? Should I be upset at the thought of someone else looking at my wife in such an inappropriate way?

"Hehehe. Sorry, Dad! Don't worry about it! Mom was just joking!" Liya said, suddenly holding my hand. She seemed to know what I was thinking.

"Hahaha, yes, Mom.. Dad knows too!" I replied, making excuses.

After our brief chat on the porch that morning, I invited Liya to take a shower together. For some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of desire. However, since I had to leave for work soon, I didn't have time to ask Liya to satisfy my lust and just showered as usual.

Long story short, that morning I arrived at the office with my thoughts still preoccupied with what Liya had asked me that morning. Strangely, I couldn't shake the thought of someone else seeing my wife's luscious body.

What should I do as a husband if there really is a situation where my wife, Liya, is accidentally seen by another man without her underwear on?

Should I have felt jealous at that point? Or should I just brush it off as a minor mistake that could happen to anyone? Or should I just let it slide and assume it was just a minor incident that wasn't worth dwelling on?

I became lost in my own thoughts.

Case!! Case! Case!!

"Good morning, Mr. Hadi!" Shena's cheerful voice suddenly jolted me out of my reverie. I quickly turned my attention to the door and saw Shena smiling brightly.

"M-morning too, Shen, " I replied, trying to hide the tension in my heart a little.

With her clothes quite tight as usual, Shena walked coquettishly into my room like a model.

I cleared my throat softly trying not to make eye contact, "W-why Shen?" I asked shortly.

"This is the report that Mr. Hadi asked for yesterday, " he said while handing over a piece of paper.

"A-Ah yes I forgot! Thank you, Shen, " I replied with a slight smile taking the paper from his hand.

But instead of returning, Shena suddenly took a chair in front of my desk with her flirtatious style, "It's unusual for Mr. Hadi to be daydreaming so early in the morning." She said, immediately sitting down and looking at me.

"He must be having problems with his wife, right?! This is your chance!" Shena teased.

I suddenly felt my face turn red as if I had been caught red-handed by Shena, "Ah, don't act like you know!" I replied, trying to make excuses.

Shena then smiled slyly, seemingly enjoying the situation. "You can tell from her expression!"

"Are you an expression expert now?" I asked teasingly, trying to change the subject with a joke.

Shena chuckled, "Expression expert, but only for this handsome Mr. Hadi." She said with a wink.

"It's still early, huh!" I replied, holding back a smile of amusement at his sweet talk.

"That's it, sir! Laugh and be cheerful in the morning." Shena said. "Don't daydream too much!"

I smiled wryly, "Is it really visible?" I asked curiously.

"Of course! Mr. Hadi definitely didn't realize, right? There were so many people greeting him in front earlier!"

I shook my head in embarrassment, feeling a little embarrassed at my lack of awareness, "Is that true?"

"Yeah. So arrogant, like a newly popular celebrity, " Shena grumbled, teasing me.

"You're so mean, Shen!" I said laughing, followed by Shena.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to confide in, sir?" Shena asked. I paused for a moment, contemplating her offer.

It might be true, I feel like I need someone to talk to about the anxiety I'm feeling. But it seems Shena isn't the right person for such a personal matter.

So I had to politely refuse, "Thanks, Shen, but I'm okay, " I replied with a faint smile.

"Huh! That's no fun!!" Shena said, pretending to be disappointed as she stood up from her chair.

But when I saw Shena in her rather vulgar clothes walking away, I suddenly thought again about the thing that had been bothering my mind since morning.

About how a husband should behave when his wife is seen inappropriately by another man.

"Hey, Shen, wait a minute!" I said holding back.

"Why, sir?!" Shena turned around and smiled.

A little nervously, I tried to ask, "Y-you have a boyfriend, Shen?" I said a little embarrassed.

Shena chuckled, "Why did Mr. Hadi suddenly ask that? Do you want to ask Shena out on a date?" she asked jokingly.

"Just ask." I replied hesitantly. "Maybe I can get some perspective." I continued.

Shena looked at me curiously before finally answering, "Well, Shena has a boyfriend, sir! Why?" Shena asked back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend, but has your boyfriend ever gotten mad at you for wearing clothes that--" I stopped my words because I was afraid of hurting Shena's feelings.

But Shena immediately snapped, "What one, sir? The tight one? The sexy one?" she asked smiling.

My face immediately heated up at Shena's question, which cut straight through my discomfort. I tried to answer cautiously, "Um, yeah, something like that..."

Shena then giggled, "Never, sir! He actually likes it when I wear sexy clothes. He said as long as I'm comfortable, then go ahead."

"E-even though you never get angry?" I asked to make sure.

Shena nodded.

"Why is that so strange?" I reflexively asked because Shena's answer only made me even more confused at the same time.

Are there really couples who are so relaxed about their girlfriend or wife wearing sexy clothes and being seen by others? Or is this simply the exception?

Shena shrugged, "It's not strange. That's how it should be, right?"

"No way! How can you show off your partner's body to people and not get angry? That's wrong!" I protested.

"Oh my, Mr. Hadi, you're so old-fashioned! That's how it is these days! People even show off their motorbikes, so why shouldn't they show off their beautiful and sexy partner too?"

Shena's statement left me speechless for a moment. "Am I that old-fashioned and outdated?" I asked myself.

But I quickly refuted myself from that question because it was true that times had changed and culture and social norms had also evolved.

However, still, as a husband, I feel an overwhelming sense of protectiveness when it comes to my wife Liya.

"But, Shen, it's possible that someone who saw this could have perverted intentions?" I asked, trying to explain my concerns.

Shena then looked at me with a smile, "If that person has dirty thoughts, it's not Shena's boyfriend's fault for not forbidding her, right, sir!" She said.

"As adults, we have the ability to think and reason so we can control ourselves. And if we can't, then it's them who have the problem, not us."

"Just take this as an example, Sir!! Shena feels comfortable wearing clothes like this because she feels more confident. But Mr. Hadi has never made fun of Shena!"

"Yeah, of course! That's crazy!" I protested.

"Well! So that means Shena's boyfriend isn't wrong, right? If he doesn't forbid it and chooses to remain proud of Shena? After all, he's the one who makes other people think badly."

I immediately reflected on Shena's words, realizing that there was a little truth in them, we really can't control other people's actions or thoughts towards us.

"Is there anyone who's been checking out Mr. Hadi's wife?" Shena asked, suddenly mischievous.

I was silent again, my heart beating faster, not sure what to answer.

"Err.... Nothing really, just in case!" I replied.

Shena then stared at me sharply as if trying to read my mind, but then she smiled broadly, "Hahaha, be careful, Mr. Hadi!" She said teasingly.

"There are a lot of guys nowadays who like to approach other people's wives. Who knows, maybe some of them have secretly had a crush on Mr. Hadi's wife and are checking her out."

I chuckled nervously at Shena's remark. "Oh, you're crazy! You're crazy! No one would like someone else's wife!

"Oh! That guy's is more tempting, Mr. Hadi!" Shena winked at me. "There's a saying the grass is always greener on the other side, " she added.

While I just chuckled when I heard it.

For a moment, I tried not to be disturbed, but it turned out that Shena's words actually left a mark on my mind.

Is there really someone else secretly glancing at my wife?

"Ah no way! I'm too

paranoid, ” I muttered to myself.

But at the same time, a name suddenly popped into my mind. I was reminded of Mang Dedi, the vegetable seller who had become increasingly close to my wife.

Could it be? My jealousy and worry grew rapidly. My heart pounded, trying to push away the creeping thoughts.

Mang Dedi, that man, always seemed friendly and polite when he was around me. But was there something behind his friendly demeanor? Was there an ulterior motive behind his closeness with Liya?

I know that not all men have the same thoughts, but I can't ignore my suspicious feelings when I see the middle-aged vegetable seller staring at my wife, or when he flirts, jokes with Liya, or the way he tries to get Liya to talk longer than the other customers.

I also know that my wife Liya is not the type of person who easily gets along or can be friends with other people, especially with men who are not mahram to her.

So, inevitably, there was a bit of suspicion in my mind.

I can't even help but imagine what it would be like if Mang Dedi was really interested in Liya.

What if they had a relationship that was more than just a buyer and seller?

"Ah.. I'm going crazy!" I screamed in my heart.

It just started with a stupid thought about what if Mang Dedi saw my wife not wearing underwear, I started thinking about other things that would never happen because I really trust my wife.

"Don't take it too seriously, sir! Shena was just joking, " Shena said quickly when she saw my facial expression turn serious.

I tried to smile, "Haha! Yes Shen. I know!" I replied.

"But guess what, sir!!! If this were the case!! Someone was close to your wife, flirting from afar or teasing her a little, what would you do?"

Like throwing a stone into the calm pool of my mind, Shena's question instead created ripples of worry that spread.

The question made me sink deeper into the if-what-if scenarios that tossed my heart and mind.

"I don't know Shen, I haven't thought about it yet. That's why I asked, " I answered hesitantly and wanted to avoid the question.

"Just guess, sir! Are you going to let someone get close to your wife, or are you going to confront them?" As if not caring about my answer, Shena asked again.

"Yes, I'll face it! I'll let you do it! You're crazy!" I replied with absolute certainty.

Shena then shrugged her shoulders, "Well, that's just a guess, sir!! There could be an unexpected factor that could make you suddenly like your wife being approached by another guy."

Shena nodded seriously, "It's possible, sir. Humans are sometimes complicated."

"Some people feel motivated to compete and fight harder for their relationship when they know someone is approaching their partner."

"There are also those who secretly feel defeated, but are afraid to end the relationship so they pretend to close their eyes."

"Finally, there are also those who enjoy these things and see them as a form of sexual fantasy."

Shena's opinion left me even more flabbergasted. I never imagined that such a situation could elicit such different reactions and perceptions from different people.

I thought everyone would be upset when they found out someone else was approaching their partner. But I was wrong.

"So, sir? Is Shena a good fit for Mr. Hadi's confidante?" she teased me.

I nodded with a smile, "Haha, yes Shen. Thank you so much for giving me your perspective." I replied.

"If Mr. Hadi needs to talk about something again, don't hesitate!" Shena started walking towards the door, "Call me!" She whispered, making a phone gesture with her hand.

As the door to my room closed, I sighed again with a heavy heart. The lingering suspicions I had about Liya and Mang Dedi's relationship still lingered.

I can't deny that jealousy and worry still gnaw at me. However, I also realize that I must find a way to handle this situation wisely, without getting too emotional.

A moment later I remembered Liya and intended to contact her.

Maybe by hearing his voice, I could reassure myself a little that nothing had happened.

I then reached for my phone from my pocket and dialed Liya's number. With my heart beating fast, I waited for her to pick up.

But strangely, the call went unanswered. I even tried several times, but the result was always the same: no response from Liya.

"What are you doing, Umi?" I typed, sending a message.

A minute, two minutes passed, Liya still hadn't replied to my message so I decided to contact her again.

After several tries, Liya finally answered the call.

"H-hello, Bi!" Liya's voice sounded nervous and strange.

"What are you doing, Mi?" I asked, trying to read Liya's expression through her voice.

"Eeeummpphhh.. Gaakkhh.. again what are you doing, Bihhh!" Liya replied in a voice that sounded a bit breathless.

Aware of the discomfort in her voice, I felt increasingly suspicious, "Why does Umi sound like that?"

"Ah, y-yes, Aunt! Umiihh... Umiiih is just... just...

a bit busy in the kitchen!" Liya answered in a voice that sounded hesitant.

My feelings were getting more and more intense. What was really going on? Why did Liya's voice sound so strange and nervous?

It didn't stop there, I then heard Tasha's voice shouting a little towards Liya, "Okay uncle! This doll doesn't want to talk to me!"

When I heard that voice, my heart skipped a beat. Because the "Good Uncle" Tasha was referring to was Mang Dedi.

"Huh? Is Mang Dedi Mi here?" I asked Liya.

Liya sounded stuttering, "E-ehm, Yeah!! Mang Dedihh... he's just... just..." She paused for a moment, seemingly trying to find the right words to explain.

"Just what, Mi?" I asked, cutting in with a slightly raised voice, my patience starting to wear thin.

Hearing the tension in my voice, Liya answered quickly, "He... just... just stopped by for a bit, Bi! Diah... diah... stopped by to give Cacah a doll... Ouugghhh!"

"Umi, what's wrong with you all this time?" I asked in confusion.

However, the call suddenly cut off so suddenly that I immediately bit my lip, trying to hold back the wave of emotions that were starting to hit me.

Weekends are always a long-awaited experience for an office worker like me. These two days are a time when I can take a breather from the stress of work and enjoy time with my family.

Usually, I always spend my free time lazing around at home, or going on vacation to interesting places with my wife and children.

In fact, the other day I had planned a visit to the zoo in the middle of the city, to take my daughter Tasha who had long wanted to see the animals she had only known from story books and television.

However, the plan had to be cancelled on the day itself because it clashed with the schedule for the community service activity that Liya had just announced to me.

At first I thought Tasha would whine and force us to go, but whatever my wife said to her, now my little angel seems more excited about going to the gotong royong than going to the zoo.

"What's wrong, Auntie?" Liya asked when she saw me losing my enthusiasm. My body felt so heavy that I couldn't get out of bed.

"Ah, I'm so lazy that I have to join in the mutual aid, " I complained. "If Abi doesn't join, it's okay, right?"

Liya smiled faintly, raising her eyebrows. "It's okay, it's probably just gossip, " she replied, giggling.

I took a deep breath, trying to banish the surging laziness. Liya was right, my absence from the community's activities would only become the subject of endless conversation.

Moreover, we are still considered as new residents in this complex, so it's better for me to just face it rather than being the topic of gossip for a whole month.

"Okay, Mi. You and Caca go first. Abi wants to get ready first, " I said, trying to inject some encouragement into myself.

"Okay, ready boss!" Caca shouted, looking more excited than me.

"Let's wait at the neighborhood association field, okay, Auntie!" Liya said as she asked me to leave.

But before I actually got out of bed, my body suddenly froze and was stunned when I noticed that the clothes Liya was wearing were quite different from what she usually wore.

Or maybe a little excessive.

Liya's clothes, which usually consist of long robes or other loose clothes that are like a second skin to her, are no longer worn by her.

On the other hand, Liya now appears to be wearing a top with super tight black leggings which clearly accentuate the curves of her upper body, especially her breasts and her protruding stomach.

She also paired the leggings with matching leggings that perfectly hugged her long calves and slender legs.

Liya then deliberately wore a knee-length skirt to cover the curve of her buttocks. However, even so, I could still catch a glimpse of her ample butt.

"Hey, wait! U-umi wants to wear clothes like this?" I asked hesitantly, looking in surprise at my wife's appearance which looked very sexy.

Liya laughed, "Of course, Aunt! Umi is wearing a jacket and a big hijab!" She continued to reassure her.

He then casually put on a training jacket, which in reality still couldn't cover all the curves of his upper body, moreover he couldn't even zip up the jacket because his bulging stomach was blocking it.

But luckily, the hijab that Liya was wearing was big enough, even enough to cover her entire chest.

"I think Umi's skirt is too short too! Isn't there a longer one?" I protested a little.

Liya looked at me in surprise, "You want to work together, Abi! You want to move around, " she replied. "If the skirt is long, you won't be able to do anything, " she giggled.

I smiled, feeling that her reasoning was quite reasonable. But was this a sign that Liya no longer cared about how she dressed? Or was it just me being too negative? As a pregnant woman, Liya would naturally choose clothes that would make her most comfortable.

"Are Umi's clothes weird, Bi? These are sports clothes, " Liya said again.

"It seems a bit tight, Mi, " I replied awkwardly, smiling faintly. "I'm just a bit worried that people will talk about it, " I continued, making up an excuse.

Liya then chuckled teasingly. "Ah, you're exaggerating, Bi! These are comfortable to move in. Especially with leggings like this, they'll look even more sexy, " she said, demonstrating agile movements that made me chuckle.

In my heart, I wanted to keep forbidding him, but rather than making him even more uncomfortable and lose his enthusiasm, I chose to nod in approval.

Because actually, Liya also looks very beautiful in clothes that I have never seen before.

"Okay, if you're comfortable, Mom!" I replied with a smile, trying to ignore my worries. "Mommy's still beautiful."

Liya's face immediately turned red, "What the heck! You're always talking nonsense!" She replied, feeling very happy.

Tasha, who had been busy with her toys, was now jumping up and down with excitement. "Umi, let's go! We have to be the first ones on the field!"

Liya and I laughed at Tasha's enthusiasm, "Say hello to your father first!" said my wife.

Caca jogged towards me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and kissed my hand before saying, "Dad, hurry up and catch up!"

"Yes, darling, " I replied, no less excited.

Liya chuckled as she held Tasha's hand, who had been impatient all this time. "You go first, Auntie. Don't take too long to get ready!"

I nodded and waved my hand.

Her once-flat buttocks now appeared firmer, giving a beautiful curve as she walked. Her once-medium-sized breasts now appeared fuller and more inviting.

Her breasts seemed to swell, firm, and protrude. Her nipples were constantly protruding, while her once bright pink areolas were gradually turning dark black and growing in diameter. Even when wearing a thin shirt, her nipples were still visible.

It turns out that this change not only affects his physical appearance, but also the way he dresses.

Now Liya often wears clothes that are a little more daring than before, she reasons that it is uncomfortable or difficult to move so she prefers to wear clothes that are more comfortable to wear, like the clothes she wore earlier.

Several times, I often found sexy clothes and lingerie that were never in the wardrobe before and I don't know when she bought them.

Never mind sexy clothes, he had never even wanted to buy patterned panties or even just a lacy bra before, let alone wear them.

Previously, Liya had never prioritized comfort when choosing clothes. She always opted for something covered, loose, and discreet, as if she were using her clothes as a shield to ward off other men's stares.

Her figure, which used to be very shy and withdrawn, now seems to be slowly changing into a woman who is outgoing and more confident.

And as a husband, at first I felt awkward and worried, seeing Liya's growing confidence might give rise to undesirable things.

But for now, I'm quite enjoying the change and have decided to just let it be.

***

I then continued getting ready by spending a few minutes in the bathroom, then got up to put on my sweatshirt and sweatpants and grabbed some of the equipment I would use for the community service.

After I felt ready, I locked the door and walked towards the neighborhood association field where all the residents were gathered.

When I arrived, the community service had already begun. It was quite lively, with residents busy with various activities, including weeding, cleaning ditches, and painting fences.

"Hey, Uncle! You've finally arrived!" exclaimed Mr. Budi, our neighborhood association head, waving to greet me.

I smiled and walked over. "Sorry I'm late, sir. I had some business at home, " I lied.

"Just relax, Uncle! The important thing is to come. Come on!" Mr. Budi said, patting my shoulder, inviting me to join some of the men there.

While making small talk with the villagers, I looked around, trying to find my wife and child, who had been missing for a while. Even when I started cleaning the ditch, Liya and Caca were still nowhere to be seen.

Understanding my anxiety, Mr. Budi asked, "Are you looking for a wife yet?"

"Ah, yes, sir. They left earlier, " I replied with an awkward smile.

"Oh yeah. Miss Liya is in the same group as the one in the park next to the elementary school, Uncle!" Mr. Budi replied.

He then explained that this mutual cooperation activity was divided into several groups to ensure all areas were covered.

"It seems like Uni Liya is in Mang Dedi's group, " added Mr. Budi suddenly.

Hearing Mang Dedi's name mentioned, my heart suddenly started beating faster. I felt the suspicion that had been haunting me lately about my wife's closeness to him again.

"Oh yes, thank you, sir!" I replied, trying to remain calm. "May I please go there for a moment?"

Mr. Budi smiled and nodded, laughing, "Hahaha. You're like a school kid, you already need permission!" He said jokingly.

Meanwhile, I just smiled wryly and then left him.

I walked towards the park next to the elementary school with a pounding heart. The growing suspicions made my steps heavy. What really happened between Liya and Mang Dedi? Why did the vegetable seller's name always come up when it came to my wife?

Arriving at the park, I looked around, searching for my wife. But again, there was no sign of her among the crowd of people busy working together. I began to feel increasingly anxious. Where was Liya? What was she doing with Mang Dedi?

I decided to ask a mother who was sweeping.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen my wife Liya? The neighborhood head said she's here, " I asked.

"Oh, I saw him and Mang Dedi earlier, bro. They went towards the back of the warehouse, maybe they were getting tools or taking a short break, " he replied with a friendly smile.

I quickly thanked him and immediately walked in the direction indicated.

As I approached the warehouse, Liya's cheerful laughter could be heard faintly from behind the wall. My heart pounded even faster.

What are they doing there?

I crept closer to the corner of the warehouse, trying not to make a sound. When I peeked out from behind the wall, the sight I saw shocked me to my core.

Liya and Mang Dedi were joking around affectionately, very close, and laughing together. Liya was affectionately hitting Mang Dedi's arm, while Mang Dedi occasionally held my wife's hand gently.

My heart suddenly ached, as if it were being squeezed. Anger, jealousy, and confusion enveloped me. How could they be so close like this? What exactly had happened behind my back?

I forced myself to remain calm, even though my heart was racing. Seeing Liya laughing with Mang Dedi, joking so freely, made me feel as if something was holding me in place.

I should be angry, screaming, or at least demanding an explanation. But every time I try to move forward, something inside me holds me back.

I should have been angry, screamed, or at least demanded an explanation. But every time I tried to move forward, something inside me held me back.

These mixed feelings further confused me. On the one hand, I felt angry and betrayed, but on the other, a strange, inexplicable sensation arose as I watched my wife, a Muslim woman wearing a hijab, appear so affectionate with a member of the opposite sex who was not her mahram.

"You're getting more and more beautiful, dear, " said Mang Dedi in a low but meaningful voice.

Liya blushed, "Ah, you can do that, bro. You definitely have something on your mind!"

"Oh, I'm serious, Sis! I'm not lying. You're even more beautiful, especially now that you're pregnant. You're even more tempting, " replied Mang Dedi with a smile.

Liya chuckled, "You, bro. Be careful, someone might hear."

Mang Dedi brought his face closer to Liya's, "No one heard. We're safe here." He replied giggling.

Watching and listening to their conversation, my blood boiled so hot it felt like it was going to come out of my skull.

This is too much, it has crossed the normal boundaries for friendship between the opposite sexes.

But again the strange sensation inside me grew stronger, replacing my anger with a feeling I couldn't describe.

Mang Dedi looked at Liya with a gaze full of desire, "Your clothes really suit you, too, dear. They're tight, showing off your sexy curves. They'll definitely feel good wearing them..." he said with a small laugh.

Liya retaliated by hitting Mang Dedi's arm in exasperation. "Man, you're always up to something, " she said with an embarrassed smile. "You're the one who told me to wear these clothes."

BBDDAAAAAARRRR!!!

As if struck by lightning in broad daylight, I froze in place.

How is that possible? Those two words were spinning around in my head.

How can it be, Liya, my wife, who is a devout Muslim woman who I know always covers her aurat in front of other men, now wears inappropriate clothes according to Mang Dedi's request?

How could a lowly vegetable seller like him make such an indecent request of my wife? Shouldn't she be angry? Refuse? Or perhaps slap her for insulting her dignity as a Muslim woman.

But why did Liya seem to enjoy it? As if she had deliberately offered herself as a target, then handed the arrow to Mang Dedi? Handing over a gift to the man who had stripped her of her dignity as a wife and a Muslim woman.

Why?

"Hehe, yes, dear. Thank you for complying with my wishes, " said Mang Dedi while gently stroking Liya's cheek.

"Damn it! You're so rude! You bastard Dedi!!!" I cursed in my heart.

My blood was boiling so hard I clenched my fists. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to rush to them and stop whatever they were doing.

But again I froze.

My wife, on the other hand, smiled shyly, "You're welcome, Sir, " she said. "Besides, I think I like wearing the clothes you chose. They feel more comfortable and..." she paused, her face turning red, "...sexier." She continued in a half-whisper.

"Are you serious, sis?" asked Mang Dedi with a sparkling gaze.

Liya nodded then moved closer to him, "Yes, bro! I think I feel more... loose."

"Really? Does that mean you won't regret following me?"

Liya shook her head enthusiastically, "No regrets at all!"

Mang Dedi chuckled, "Then, how about we try wearing even hotter clothes? Dare you?" He offered with a cheeky face.

They both laughed together, and I just stood there, frozen, watching the scene that should have angered me as a husband. But in reality, I was holding back.

For whatever reason.

Moreover, after I noticed, Liya also seemed completely different when she was with Mang Dedi. She seemed freer, more lively, and laughed freely. Something I rarely saw when she was with me.

Could it be that I've been too restrictive with Liya? Is there a side of her I haven't seen? I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself from the flood of questions.

"Come on, Mas! Let's go back to the park! I'm afraid someone will be looking for us." Liya invited Mang Dedi.

But the vegetable seller instead grumbled and sulked like a child, "Dad!! I'm a potato, Sis!"

"Besides, it takes a long time to come out! My mouth is sore, ugh!!"

Liya's words stunned me. What were they actually doing before I arrived? What did she mean by Mang Dedi taking so long to come out? That it was making my wife's mouth sore?

Wild thoughts began to haunt my mind, adding to the already heavy burden on my chest. Jealousy and suspicion also gnawed at me. And amidst these feelings, I also realized that something deeper was bothering me.

That is the thought of a strange, turbulent sensation, a feeling that cannot be described but gets stronger every time I see my wife Liya being intimate with Mang Dedi the vegetable seller, a feeling that seems to suggest to me to enjoy their interaction.

Mang Dedi sighed heavily, "Okay, okay. We'll continue later, promise?"

Liya nodded with a smile still on her lips, "Yes, sir. Promise, " she replied.

The sun was getting hotter overhead when they then came out of the warehouse, the shadows of the trees around the garden were starting to get shorter indicating that it was almost time for midday prayers.

I waited a moment before finally deciding to emerge from my hiding place. With heavy steps, I returned to the garden, trying to calm myself and organize my thoughts, which had been thrown into disarray by my wife's actions.

Arriving at the park, I saw Liya and Mang Dedi had rejoined the crowd of other residents, helping clean up the remains of the community service. Liya looked cheerful, joking with some of the other mothers, while Mang Dedi was busy with his work, occasionally glancing in her direction.

Meanwhile, I stood at the edge of the park, observing their antics, my heart still in turmoil. I tried to analyze my feelings, trying to find an answer to what I was really feeling. Was it jealousy? Or was there something deeper I couldn't fathom?

"Dad!" Tasha's voice interrupted my reverie. She jogged over to me and hugged me tightly. "Dad, why aren't you coming to work?" she asked, exasperated.

I smiled faintly, gently patting Tasha's head. "Yes, honey. I'm here to help, " I replied.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Liya's figure walking towards me, she smiled as if nothing had happened, "Mrs. Intan said Abi was already here, right?"

I nodded while scratching my head, "Hehehe.. Yes, Umi. Abi was looking for Umi but Umi wasn't there." I replied, trying to act normal.

"Ehh.. eehmmm.. U--just now Umi was cleaning the back area, " Liya answered stuttered. I could see a flash of doubt in her eyes. "Then where's Abi?" she continued asking.

"Hehehe. Dad and Mom have a stomach ache, that's normal!" I replied with a smile, even though deep down, I felt that there was something wrong with my own attitude.

I should be angry, seeing how my pious wife has openly lied to me. But again, something inside me prevents me from doing so.

Liya smiled teasingly, "That's true! Dad always has cramps everywhere." She giggled.

We then rejoined the group of local residents there because soon there would be a break time which

we would use to eat together.

Time passed so quickly that finally the moment of the afternoon break that everyone had been waiting for arrived. The sun shone fiercely at the top of the sky, forcing the residents of the housing complex to scatter into small groups while hurriedly seeking shade from the scorching heat that burned their skin. I, with my heart still in turmoil after witnessing the intimate scene between **Ratna** and **Pak Joko** in the warehouse earlier, took my wife and **Kirana** to a corner of the garden hidden under a giant acacia tree. The tree stood majestically with its thick leaves hanging down like a natural umbrella, providing perfect shade in the middle of the scorching field.

There was already a group of six women there who seemed to be getting along well. They were sitting in a relaxed circle, some of them already opening their lunch boxes. Some of them immediately recognized **Ratna** as a friendly new resident and waved enthusiastically. "Hey, **Ratna**, come join us!" exclaimed Mrs. Sari, a housewife in her forties with a wide, warm smile, patting the empty mat beside her.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am, " replied **Ratna** with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. We immediately spread out the woven mats we had brought from home and sat in a circle under the shady tree. The air immediately felt cooler and more comfortable, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of wet earth and wildflowers, while the thick foliage blocked out the glaring sunlight. It felt like a small oasis in the middle of a hot desert.

The conversation among the housewives immediately flowed boisterously as soon as they opened their respective lunch boxes. There was fragrant yellow rice with fried chicken in soy sauce, crispy tempeh mendoan, spicy shrimp paste sambal, and various moist cakes such as lapis legit and klepon that were tempting to the taste buds. It turned out that they were all very enthusiastic about welcoming this mutual cooperation—evident from the mountains of food they brought, as if this was not just a break but a small community party. **Ratna** also shone, fully engaged in the conversation with her cheerful laughter, perhaps because until now she had not had a close friend to simply share daily problems or light gossip about housing life. In a new environment like this, moments like this were an antidote to her loneliness that had been hidden for so long.

"It's been four months, right?" Mrs. Sari asked **Ratna** while opening a plastic container containing steaming hot chicken opor, the aroma of spices immediately wafting out temptingly.

**Ratna** nodded enthusiastically while gently rubbing her bulging stomach with loving hands, "Yes, ma'am, she's almost five already, " she answered proudly, her fingers moving slowly as if she felt a small kick from within.

"Wow, didn't you notice?!" Mrs. Sari replied with a flirtatious chuckle. "Brother will be back in action soon! No need to rely on his hands anymore, " she joked, glancing at me with mischievous eyes, her tone full of meaning that immediately heated up the atmosphere.

The mothers immediately burst into laughter, looking at each other and shaking their heads in amusement. I could only respond with a wry, shy smile and scratch my head nervously. "Hahaha... You're so funny, Ma'am, " I muttered softly, my face heating up. They burst out laughing again, the atmosphere becoming light and friendly.

"Wow... You're so patient, bro. When my husband was allowed to go to the doctor, he immediately asked for his share of rounds every night, " continued Mrs. Wulan, a young woman wearing a wide hijab next to him, shaking her head and laughing out loud.

They laughed out loud again. "Wow... Will my husband be like that too, Mom?" This time, Ratna joined in the joke, her eyes sparkling with amusement, her hand still on her stomach.

The laughter of the mothers grew louder, echoing under the tree, like a collective explosion of joy. I could only smile wryly while feeling a little embarrassed, but behind it was happiness to see **Ratna** so familiar, laughing freely with them as if they had known each other for a long time. The conversation then flowed rapidly to the topic of pregnancy: experiences with morning sickness that made me dizzy, food taboos such as young papaya or excessively spicy food, tips for drinking warm ginger water to reduce nausea, to funny stories about strange cravings such as eating ice cubes mixed with chili sauce. I just listened while nodding, occasionally laughing lightly, even though my mind was still flashing with the warehouse scene that was like a thorn stuck in.

As we started eating, Mrs. Sari suddenly pointed to a distance, "Hey, that's Mr. Joko!" she exclaimed excitedly, waving her hand vigorously. "Mr. Joko!! Come here!! Come join us!" she shouted loudly, her voice breaking through the din of the other residents.

**Pak Joko** looked up from a distance where he was wiping his sweat, his wide smile immediately widened when he saw us—especially **Ratna**. He walked closer with a leisurely pace, a shabby rag draped over his shoulder as he wiped his dusty hands. His eyes scanned us all, but paused for a moment on **Ratna**, his smile growing even brighter as if he had found treasure. "Wow! This is what I've been looking for. A group of mothers with the best cooking in the entire complex!" he joked casually in a deep, middle-aged voice, a subtle hint of flirtatiousness.

The women immediately laughed warmly at his arrival, the atmosphere warm as if welcoming old neighbors, including **Ratna** who also giggled shyly while covering her mouth with her hand. As for me? I forced a wide smile, but suddenly my appetite disappeared instantly. The image of their familiarity in the warehouse earlier replayed in my head like a broken record that had jammed, **Pak Joko**'s cheeky expression when he praised **Ratna**'s clothes made my blood boil softly.

But as if that wasn't enough to make my mood worse, **Mr. Joko** immediately chose to sit right next to **Ratna**, right in the middle between Mrs. Sari and my wife, as if the seat was officially his. "**Hi, Ukhti Ratna, it's really hot today, isn't it?**" he greeted with a flirtatious wink, his voice low and full of meaning.

The mothers immediately erupted in laughter upon hearing the obviously fabricated term "sister." "Wow, you're so flirtatious, **Joko**! Calling me sister!" Mrs. Wulan sneered, gently but firmly slapping him on the shoulder.

"Yes, that's right, Ma'am! When should I call you bro?!" **Pak Joko** avoided while raising his hand pretending to be innocent. "If only someone as beautiful as Mbak **Ratna** could be called mas-mas. Isn't that right, mas?" he suddenly threw at me, his sly eyes challenging.

I was stunned for a moment when I saw **Ratna** giggling shyly by herself because of his behavior, "**Eh? Yes sir! That wouldn't be suitable, **" I replied nervously while trying to act normal, my voice a little hoarse because it was forced.

The women burst out laughing, taking turns mocking Mr. Joko with hilarious comments. Meanwhile, I felt a surge of jealousy burning inside me as I saw Ratna, oblivious to my discomfort, laughing along with them all.

"**Oh my... Just say you want to tease Miss Ratna, right? Admit it!**" Mrs. Sari pointed at him while accusing him of being ticklish, "**You're really looking for a VIP seating position on purpose!**"

**Mr Joko** giggled mischievously, "**Well, instead of being near those old ladies, it's better to sit next to the beautiful Ms Ratna!**" he said in a sincerely praising tone, his eyes not leaving my wife.

The mothers were in an uproar after hearing the praise, even immediately cheesing at **Ratna** whose face was as red as a ripe tomato. "**This Joko really has no manners! Even though she knows her husband is here, he still wants to steal Miss Ratna!**" Mrs. Sari patted **Mr. Joko**'s shoulder with a mixture of annoyance and irritation.

**Ratna** suddenly laughed out loud, "**Does Mr. Joko really like stealing other people's wives, Ma'am?!**" she asked in an innocent tone but with sparkling eyes.

"**Ah, who is he, who is he, who is he? Single grandmothers are definitely being teased too, **" Bu Sari replied while laughing out loud.

"**Sorry, Moms, I'm only looking for beautiful ones like Ms. Ratna! Grandmothers are later!**" defended **Pak Joko** while raising his hands dramatically.

That sparked another round of boisterous laughter from the women, some even stealing glances at me, curious to see my reaction. But all I did was grit my teeth and try to ignore the growing discomfort in my chest. I kept repeating to myself: it's just a joke, don't take it personally.

"**I'm sitting near Mbak Ratna because I miss her really delicious cooking, **" said **Pak Joko** suddenly, his relaxed tone making my skin crawl.

Reflexively, a tone of displeasure emerged, "**Has Mr. Joko ever tried my wife's cooking?**"

All eyes were immediately on him. A tense, awkward atmosphere enveloped him for a moment.

But Mr. Joko just laughed casually. "Yes, sir! When I took you to the station, Mbak Ratna told you to eat first on the way home."

He stopped, turned his face to **Ratna**, "**Is that right, sis?**" while winking mischievously.

"**Hehehe yeah that's right, **" answered **Ratna** shyly right in front of me, her voice soft but clear.

I froze, unsure how to react. So their relationship had gotten this close without my knowledge?

"**Wow! Wow! Wow!! The biggest scandal of the century, viewers!**" Mrs. Sari interrupted with dramatic applause, the atmosphere was broken by boisterous laughter and long whistles from the mothers.

"**The vegetable seller must eat a lot, right, Ms. Ratna?**" Mrs. Sari joked again.

"**Huhu yes ma'am! How can a whole pot of rice be finished by itself!**" **Ratna** joined in, unaware of my anxiety.

Everyone laughed heartily. "Oh, no wonder you're so strong, Joko. You eat a mountain of food every day, " Mrs. Wulan joked, making the atmosphere even more lively.

**Mr. Joko** smiled broadly, "**Hehe, what's up, Ma'am, Mbak Ratna's cooking is the most delicious. It's hard to contain myself, **" he said, winking at **Ratna** again, the double insinuation was very clear.

"**You're so clever, bro!**" replied **Ratna** with a shy smile, clearly liking the compliment. "**But it's probably just because you're hungry, right?**"

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard Ratna call them "Mas" in public—including me, who was shocked even though I'd known for a long time. It was like a signal of their closeness to everyone.

"**No, I really like your cooking Dek!**" replied **Mr. Joko**.

The mothers burst out laughing, "**Do you like the cooking or the person?**" Mrs. Sari teased.

"**Cieee Joko is called Mas by Mbak Ratna!**"

"**No wonder that big smile just now!**"

**Ratna** blushed red with embarrassment, as if by accident but happy that people knew about the closeness. My emotions were mixed: strange jealousy, my heart was beating fast.

How could **Ratna** be so intimate with another man in front of me? How far along is their relationship that they're so open about it? What can I do to stop her from looking so happy? And why does my jealousy feel... different?

"**Come on, eat, bro, **" **Ratna** offered me a piece of chicken, interrupting my reverie.

I nodded and took it, my appetite gone. The image of the warehouse and its intimacy haunted me. My eyes kept watching Ratna, who was happily joking around with Mr. Joko and the ladies. I felt increasingly isolated.

The laughter died down, Mrs. Sari added, "Wow, Mbak Ratna's cooking is really special to you, Joko!"

"**Haha, yes, Mom, if I cooked like this every day, I might move house, **" **Mr. Joko** teased noisily.

**Ratna** was no less, "**I think I should cook more from now on.**"

"**Great idea! I want it!**" shouted **Mr. Joko**.

The mothers laughed and threw everything at him. "**That's rude, Joko!**" Mrs. Sari shook her head. "**Be careful, your husband will be jealous.**"

Everyone laughed, including Ratna. I smiled wryly, my heart aching. "Just kidding, bro!" Mrs. Sari said to me.

I was like a viewer of a scene that should have made me angry, but I was just weak and helpless.

"**Mother!! Kirana wants to be bribed!**" **Kirana** was so excited amidst the commotion. **Ratna** feed her quickly, let her play again.

"**Idih Joko looking at Mbak Ratna so much, **" Mrs. Sari. "**Do you want to be fed too?**"

"**Hehe, I want to!**" **Mr. Joko** chuckled impolitely.

"**Wooo, shameless!**"

"**Flirty Grandpa!**"

"**Mak Ratna doesn't deserve to feed your parents!**"

The mothers hit him and teased him. It was hilarious, and I laughed along even though my heart was troubled.

But total shock: **Ratna** took a spoon, fed chicken soup to **Pak Joko**, "**Here, sir! Open your mouth, **" her sweet smile was intoxicating.

A loud whistle accompanied **Pak Joko**'s quick opening of his mouth. My blood boiled, but I couldn't tear my eyes away—a strange and strong feeling. Really jealous?

"**Mbak Ratna, don't spoil the old man, he'll be naughty later!**" sneered Bu Wulan.

"Oh come on, Ma'am, even her husband isn't angry, " replied Mr. Joko. "Is that right, sir?"

I wanted to answer seriously, but the atmosphere was fun, "**Who said I'm not jealous? I also want to be bribed by my wife!**" I said.

"**Well, that's mama!**"

"**Pay me, Joko!**"

Everyone laughed, including **Ratna**.

Continue eating, **Pak Joko** the entertainment clown, teased **Ratna** winking. I became increasingly uncomfortable, smiling rarely like an outsider.

"**Do you want to go to the mosque first, Dad?**" asked **Ratna** during the conversation.

Way out! "**Yes, Mom! Dzuhur, I think, **" I replied.

"**Dad invited Kirana first, Mom followed!**"

I hesitated to leave Mr. Joko, but the ladies were there, and it was safe. They all said goodbye, and took Kirana by the hand to the mosque near the field.

Prayers finished, **Kirana** fell asleep at the mosque door, people were annoyed. Sitting in contemplation, digesting today's emotions. Think positively: trust **Ratna** to take care of herself. She's just friendly. Warehouse? Little secret. But why not get angry at her flirting, bribery, and clothing suggestions?

"**Huffft what's wrong with me?**" a deep breath. Suppress suspicion with trust. Don't want to be jealous. **Mr. Joko** is a vegetable seller—impossible.

Chat **Ratna**: Kirana is sleeping at the mosque. She came smiling, "**Just leave it, bro! Mom is praying and resting.**"

Happy to be separated from **Mr. Joko**. "**Okay, Mom! Dad told the neighborhood head, don't force her pregnancy.**"

"**Hehe yeah, Dad works double duty huh?!**"

"**Ready!**"

He was excited to go back to the park, watching over Mr. Joko. But suddenly, his stomach ached. "Why now?!" His words trailed off.

Forced to use the toilet behind the elementary school near the warehouse. Time was slow, anxiety and bad thoughts loomed.

Suddenly **Ratna**'s voice giggled faintly: "**Are you sure no one is watching us?**"

Heart racing. "**Just a minute, and you're back already?!**"

"**Hehe, don't worry dear, it's safe, **" **Mr. Joko**.

Blood boils. Voice disappears. Anxious and angry, finished with business, rush out...

Quick steps to the warehouse, peeking empty. The faint scent of **Ratna**'s perfume. They just left? Wild thoughts: hug? Kiss? Back to the hard work field, eyes scanning them. **Ratna** lifts the bucket with the help of **Pak Joko**, chuckling. Jealousy mixed with a strange heartbeat.

In the afternoon, the event was over, and they went home with **Kirana** tired and happy. In the evening, **Ratna** took a shower first and contemplated on the sofa. "**Was it fun today, sir?**" she asked, wearing a loose house dress.

"**Yes, **" was short. I wanted to ask where "Mas" was feeding me—but I got stuck. I hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. He replied, "**Tired? Let's get some rest.**"

The bed routine teases: gentle hands arouse, edging the peak pull. "**Why did Mom do this to Dad?**" weakly.

"**To make you love me more, **" whispered a mysterious, flirtatious look. **Mr. Joko's** influence?

The following day, suspicions grew. **Ratna** morning chat "**Shopping for vegetables, Mr. Joko**". Returning home with a bag full of big smiles. Watch: help pick up the old chat.

One day, I came home early and heard laughter in the kitchen. Peeking: **Pak Joko** was cutting vegetables, **Ratna** laughed and touched my shoulder. "**Mas, you're a smart cook.**" My heart ached and I felt another beat. I went out "**Hey, Pak Joko, help me?**"

Surprised, "**Yes, sir, it's a coincidence**" he hurried home.

A night of slow confrontation "**Mum, are you really close to Mr. Joko, huh?**"

Eyes wide "**Jealous? You're a good neighbor, Kirana likes it.**"

Silence. Believe or deny? The inner conflict continues, the bond strong. **Ratna** is healthy and pregnant, **Kirana** is happy. What's this phase?

Sweat poured down my entire body as I sat on the living room sofa. I took several sips of the cold mineral water I'd brought to quench my thirst.

I leaned back, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I thought back to what I had seen earlier.

"How could this happen?" I whispered to myself.

Liya, my wife, who always obeys religious commands, is a symbol of grace and obedience to me.

Her shy nature, her guarded words, the large hijabs that always frame her face, the loose clothes that characterize her daily life, and her sad and innocent gaze are the main parts of her charm as a woman and a Muslimah.

However, the incident I witnessed earlier seemed to destroy all my good perceptions of my wife.

My mind was racing, remembering every detail of the conversation, every detail of the atmosphere, every detail of the interaction, every detail of the intimacy, and every detail of the indecent acts they had committed.

"Ah.. There's no way Liya would do that!" I said trying to convince myself.

Meanwhile, the image of Liya and Mang Dedi in the warehouse was still spinning around in my head.

"But what if it's true?" The devil whispered in my left ear.

"No way!" I shouted in response to myself.

The whispers in my heart increasingly made me lose my mind, split into two voices arguing with each other in a heated debate.

One spoke in a calm, reassuring tone, suggesting that there might have been a misunderstanding because I was jumping to conclusions. The voice insisted that I speak to Liya, demanding a rational explanation for what I thought I had seen.

But the other whisper, speaking directly, the whisper only focused on drawing me back to the events that I saw: Liya's head going up and down, Mang Dedi's moans, the wet splashing sounds, until the final part where Liya seemed to swallow something in her mouth.

The whisper led to the conclusion that Liya had indeed sucked Mang Dedi's penis in the warehouse earlier.

"Dog! Bastard! Curse you, Dedi!" I punched the sofa cushion in a rage.

It was as if the second whisper suddenly grew stronger and consumed all the positive thoughts that had previously calmed me. Because the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I had to listen to the negative whisper.

"Then why did I have to run away!?" I cursed myself in frustration.

Why did I run away and become a coward? Why didn't I storm into the warehouse and beat up Mang Dedi? Why didn't I just charge Liya and demand a reason for her sinful act?

Why?

"Humans are sometimes complicated, sir!" Shena's voice suddenly answered my question unexpectedly.

I remembered the topic of my conversation with her the other day. We were talking about what if someone deliberately approached my wife, or intentionally teased her, and how I would respond to such an incident.

Exactly what is happening now.

"There are some people who, when they find out someone is flirting with their partner, feel motivated to compete and fight harder for their relationship." I tried to recall Shena's words.

"Me? Competing? Fighting over my own wife with Mang Dedi? Seriously!" I chuckled to myself. I felt it was impossible because I was the sure winner. Because I was Liya's legal husband.

"There are also those who secretly feel defeated, but are afraid to end the relationship and choose to close their eyes."

"Me? Do you feel inferior to Mang Dedi? That non-Muslim vegetable seller who's almost half a century old? Seriously!" I shook my head again.

But will I turn a blind eye? Because it's pretty certain I'm also afraid of losing Liya.

I shook my head again.

"Finally, there are also those who enjoy these things and see them as a sexual fantasy." The last words I remember from Shena made me laugh.

"I'm sure I enjoy watching Liya do things like that with Mang Dedi!" I snapped inwardly.

But suddenly, the last sentence of Shena's words hit my head like a ton of bricks.

I immediately froze, my thoughts returning to the scene I'd just seen peeking. "Wasn't my penis hard and I was feeling throbbing? Could it be that I wasn't just shocked or disgusted, but also a little... aroused?"

My heart pounded, and my breathing suddenly became labored. The living room I was in felt hotter, and I could feel something creeping up toward my crotch.

"What's happening to me?" I asked myself, terrified by my own thoughts as my penis suddenly began to throb.

Still in the midst of the inner turmoil swirling in my heart, Liya suddenly sent a message to my phone. "Dad, calm down first, okay? Mom will tell you something at home later."

😘

" Liya wrote briefly.

My hands trembled as I read the message, surprised by Liya's casual attitude. There was no hint of guilt in her message, no intention of apologizing, or begging for an explanation.

The emoticon at the end also felt like a slap in the face, as if Liya was implying that she didn't care about my feelings, and continued to mock me for the betrayal she had committed.

But I still tried to calm myself, taking a deep breath. I needed to sort out my feelings before confronting Liya. Even though it seemed like everything was clear, I still wanted to give her a chance to explain.

After all, she is my wife whom I love very much and I don't want to lose her.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm orange glow through the living room window, my eyes began to feel heavy. The inner turmoil and exhaustion of working together finally took their toll. And though my mind was still racing, my body was begging for rest.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed, and I was drifting off to dreamland.

In my hazy subconscious, I was transported back to the scene of me peeking at Liya in the back warehouse. But this time, the image of the scene seemed clearer and more vivid than before.

I saw Liya kneeling between Mang Dedi's legs. Liya was naked, without a single piece of clothing covering her body, except for the wide hijab that still sat neatly on her head like a crown.

Liya's hands gripped Mang Dedi's thighs, as she positioned herself in front of the damn vegetable seller's penis, with movements that were made very slow and deliberate, enjoying the sacred moment as if she was worshipping the uncircumcised genitals of the non-Muslim man.

But what made me shudder was Liya's gaze, which for some reason was staring at me with an innocent, yet seductive and lustful gaze at the same time. It was as if she wanted to say, "Look at me, Dad! This is what I really like."

In that dream too, I saw how my pregnant wife started the scene by reaching out to caress Mang Dedi's penis, her slender, supple fingers encircling the vegetable seller's penis, which for some reason looked very large, long, black, and uncircumcised.

Liya's eyes never left mine, not even for a second, as if she was deliberately doing this sinful act just for me alone.

Liya then licked her lips, then slowly inserted the head of Dedi's penis into her mouth, making a wet sucking sound that echoed in my dreamland.

And I watched with both horror and fascination, as Liya's tiny mouth moved back and forth to pump Mang Dedi's penis.

The sight of her bulging belly was a clear sign of how tarnished our marriage vows were when Liya committed that depraved act. Yet, strangely, even though it was only a dream, Liya remained steadfast, wearing her hijab unwaveringly.

Suddenly, Liya's voice pierced the silence of my dreams, a sweet whisper that seemed to echo from the depths of my own mind. "Did you know, Dad?" She said, her eyes still fixed on mine. "Mang Dedi's is really big, isn't it?" She paused, showing off the sheer size of Mang Dedi's cock in her hand.

"Like... A security guard's baton." Liya giggled happily.

I nearly lost my mind because Liya's words and remarks had truly stirred up my inner rage. But like a dream, I couldn't do anything but let it all happen.

I then saw how my hijab-wearing wife Liya, with full elegance and thirsty passion, sucked Mang Dedi's big, uncircumcised penis with great care and feeling.

It was as if he was worshipping something sacred.

Liya's mouth, which I had kissed a million times, now seemed to move nimbly around Mang Dedi's penis. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the veins along the shaft before she pushed it back in.

And as the dream continued, I began to feel something inside me changing.

The anger that had filled me earlier began to be replaced by a strange feeling that made my blood boil like I had never felt before.

I saw Liya's cheeks rising and falling, trying to fit Mang Dedi's penis which didn't fit in her mouth to go deeper into her throat.

My breath was ragged, trying to fill my lungs, which felt tight from the dream I'd just had. I felt like someone who'd just run a marathon, out of breath and sweating all over.

I didn't expect that the dream just now felt so real, I even realized that my crotch felt tight because my penis was hard behind it.

I then swept my gaze around the room, trying to come back to reality. The furniture looked the same, the sofa I was sitting on was still the same, and the clock on the wall showed that about half an hour had passed.

Meanwhile, Liya hasn't come home yet.

"Huuuufffffffttttt..." I let out a heavy breath as I leaned back on the sofa.

As consciousness slowly began to take over my thoughts, I found myself questioning what I should do next.

The anger and sense of betrayal were certainly still burning inside me, but it was also beginning to be accompanied by something else, something more taboo, which had been revealed by the dream I had just experienced.

The forbidden sensation, the allure, and the thrill of seeing Liya, whom I loved so much, committing indecent acts with Mang Dedi - gave birth to a deviant fantasy that I had never imagined before.

But it was just a dream, a dream that would have no effect on real life because I still couldn't accept Liya's actions.

What should I do now? Should I divorce him? Should I end my marriage with a divorce?

I feel even more confused because the answer may not be as simple as it seems.

Will I be able to remain silent like I was in my dream? When I see Liya doing something deviant with Mang Dedi? Will I be able to continue loving her as before? When I find out Liya has betrayed me?

Lost in my own thoughts, I barely noticed Liya's footsteps approaching the front door. The clinking of her keys jolted me back to reality, making my heart beat like a drum as I braced myself for a confrontation I knew I couldn't avoid.

The door opened, and there stood Liya with a wide smile on her graceful and innocent face. She looked so relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abi, " he greeted in a cheerful voice.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, " I answered firmly, trying to control my emotions.

"Why are you so tense?" Liya asked, giggling as she took off her shoes and entered the house. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I want to talk seriously!" I said in a slightly trembling voice.

Liya stared at me for a moment, then smiled mischievously and kissed my hand. "Let's sit down, " she said, taking my hand and leading me to the sofa.

After we both sat down, Liya immediately put her body around my shoulders and leaned in affectionately towards me, "What do you want to talk about, Dad?" she asked innocently.

I never expected Liya to act like this. I imagined Liya would come to me in tears, express her remorse, and beg for forgiveness.

But here Liya was, acting as if nothing had happened, her eyes still sparkling with a hint of mischief, and her expression still cheerful.

"Have you ever done anything wrong to Umi, Dad?" I asked, sighing.

Liya was still smiling, "No way! Abi has never done anything wrong to Umi!"

"Then why did Umi do this to Abi?" I choked, unable to hold back my anger and pain. "Umi committed adultery, and you act like it's nothing?"

My wife's smile didn't fade from her face. Liya didn't even try to directly refute my words. "What did you see, Abi?"

"I saw everything, Umi!" My voice rose. "I saw Umi and Mang Dedi in the warehouse earlier!" I continued, my tone becoming softer.

"Yes. Umi knows why Abi is looking, right, Bu Retno was shouting." Liya replied giggling. "What Umi is asking is, what is Abi looking at?"

Liya's giggling expression sent a wave of anger through my body, "Please Umi don't joke!" I shouted, moving my body away from her, "Abi saw it for himself when Um--umi did something!"

"What is it, dear Abi?" Liya asked teasingly.

"U--forget it! You don't need to mention anything!" I stammered, feeling a wave of heat rising to my cheeks. Images of the warehouse and my dream flashed briefly before my eyes, and I tried not to make eye contact with Liya. "But you know what you saw!"

Liya's gaze sharpened, and she leaned closer, her breath hot on my neck. "Tell me, Mom, " she whispered, her slender fingers gently stroking my arm, "What did you see, Dad?"

I fell silent. I couldn't bring myself to explain what I'd witnessed in the warehouse. I didn't want to make the scene any more vivid by directly stating the details.

So, I just sat there, silent and shaking.

Liya seemed to be observing me, with an expression that was a mix of curiosity and amusement, as if she could see the inner battle going on inside me.

"Come on, Bi! Tell Umi! What are you looking at?" Liya whispered softly.

His hand then slid down to my thigh, stroking it gently with a light touch, sending thousands of electric shocks throughout the nerves in my body.

"Umi, stop!" I tried to stop her, but my wife didn't listen. Her hands continued to explore, moving closer and closer to the bulge in my pants.

"Hihihi.. Why, Abi?" Liya teased, "Your little dick is hard, huh? How come? What are you imagining?" Liya's hand flicked the tip of my penis slightly from under my pants.

I swallowed, trying to ignore the sensation of lust coursing through my body. "Don't do this, Umi! Stop!" My voice was tense. "What do you want, Umi? Why are you being like this!!"

Liya leaned closer, her breasts pressing against my arm. "Umi, what's up, honey?" she whispered, her hand moving to cup my erection.

"I think Umi should be the one asking, why is Abi like this?" She giggled, grabbing my already very erect penis through my pants.

I grabbed Liya's wrist, pulling her hand away. "W-what do you mean, Umi?" I demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

Liya then grinned, her eyes staring at me lustfully. "You're the one who's horny because you saw something, " she said.

Her voice was a teasing whisper. "Try telling Umi, Bi! What did you see?"

Liya's hand moved so mischievously, slipping under my training pants and immediately grabbing my erect penis. I could feel her warm hand, making my body respond even as my heart screamed.

"I--I saw Umi, " I finally managed to make out. "With Mang Dedi." I said nervously.

Liya's eyes met mine, a sly smile playing across her lips. "What are you looking at?" Her hands began to move, gently massaging my penis.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the wave of passion that was crashing down on me. "Dad... Dad, I saw Umi like she was doing that with Mang Dedi!" I replied, broken and stuttering. I kept saying the words even though they tasted bitter on my tongue.

"How about that?"

"Dad... Dad saw for yourself that Umi's head was in

Mang Dedi's crotch... and... and..." I couldn't finish my sentence and my voice faltered.

"And what, Abi?!" Liya looked like she was holding back laughter. Her hand began to speed up its strokes on my cock, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Dad... Dad... Dad... I saw Umi sucking... That's Mang Dedi..." I closed my eyes, unable to bear to hear the words coming out of my own mouth.

Liya smiled as if she had won something, "Is that true?"

Anger in the hunt because I started to lose control of my rising and raging passion.

"Especially now, Umi is pregnant, and she needs all the attention Abi has as a husband, " Liya said. "But again, Abi isn't there. There's only Mang Dedi! What should I do?"

Liya's words jolted me awake,

realizing that I was indeed the reason she was doing this. I'd been too indifferent to my own wife. I'd thought Liya was fine while I was busy working, but apparently not.

"At first, I was just messing around, Aunt! I wanted to experiment with

how jealous Abi would be when he saw me with Mang Dedi!" Liya giggled shyly. "I wanted to know how jealous and caring Abi was about me."

I froze, feeling a mixture of confusion and confusion. "So, Umi did this just to test Abi? It doesn't make sense, Umi! It doesn't explain why Umi would do something so disgusting!" I replied, annoyed again.

"Shhh!! Be quiet! I promised not to get emotional!" Liya put one finger on my lips.

"Yes, at first I just wanted to experiment. But after a while, I lost my mind and got carried away, " Liya replied, making a confession with her cheeks flushed.

"Besides, it wouldn't be fair if Umi only used Mang Dedi to make Abi jealous. She would be miserable!" Liya continued, explaining her reasoning.

"Besides, he can make Umi laugh all the time, he can make Umi feel less lonely, he can make Umi feel wanted and loved." Liya paused for a moment, "Just think, now I like Mang Dedi too. Especially Umi!!"

"B-but Mi!" I stammered in protest.

"Yes, Umi knows, Umi made mistakes and made mistakes. But Umi needs it, Bi!" she explained.

"I know Abi is a good husband, and I also know Abi is a good father. But no one is perfect, Bi!"

I was getting more and more confused, “Ma—what do you mean, Umi?”

"Umi just wanted to say that everyone has needs." Liya's eyes sparkled, "And Mang Dedi happened to be able to fulfill Umi's needs."

"Mang Dedi was there at the right time and in the right circumstances. He has something that even Abi doesn't have, " he replied with a mischievous smile.

"What need? Found what?"

Liya chuckled, kissed my cheek again and sped up her handshake.

"Uggggghhhh... Coming..." I groaned, my body arching on the bed as Liya's skilled hands worked their magic on my cock. Her fingers were slick with saliva, moving up and down at a fast pace and rhythm, jerking my cock.

Once again, I surrendered to the incredible pleasure given by Liya's hands.

For several days after the incident on the community service day, Liya deliberately continued to make me ejaculate in her own way. Although it often left me exhausted, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

It was as if the scene in the warehouse and Liya's confession, as well as my dream the other day, had combined into a huge push that forced open the door of darkness that held an insatiable desire inside me, which strangely enough, perhaps only Liya could satisfy.

Every night and morning, when she lay beside me, her hand would immediately actively move to my penis, stroking and stimulating it until it reached the threshold of pleasure, only to then fail at the last second.

My wife seemed like a master of playing with emotions, capable of making me lose control of myself and control my own desires. Through her whispers and wild imaginations, I could even beg her to let me ejaculate.

And when Liya finally agreed, the orgasm came so powerfully like nothing I had ever felt before.

Honestly, it's been hard trying to live a normal life after I learned about my wife's disgusting actions. In fact, every time I see her, for some reason, I always imagine her with Mang Dedi.

However, I still tried to push those thoughts away. I believed that Liya was still a faithful wife, that she was still a woman who loved me, and that our marriage was still pure and untainted by the sin of infidelity.

I told myself that as long as I didn't see her with Mang Dedi in person, I could still pretend it never happened. That's what I've believed and held onto to keep from losing my sanity.

Since her surprising confession yesterday, Liya seems more enthusiastic about giving me pleasure and satisfaction, as if she intends to train my passion and desire to be more submissive and obedient to her.

Forcing me to continue loving him, even though he had done something that violated religious norms and other norms, because he had committed a deviation by sucking Mang Dedi's penis.

And unfortunately, it worked.

Every day, I would wake up, go to work, and come home with a normal attitude. I would sit with her, hold her hand, watch TV together, and pretend nothing had changed.

Just like this morning, I woke up again to the welcome of Liya's hand shaking my penis until I ejaculated deliciously.

And it all felt normal.

"I love you, Abii!" Liya whispered sweetly as she kissed me, her hand still gripping my already-hard cock. "Don't forget to shower before going to the mosque, " she added with a wink and moved off the bed, leaving me still lying limp on the bed, panting and overwhelmed by the afterglow of the pleasure I had just achieved.

"I love you too, Umi!" I said loudly, even though the words felt like a lie on my tongue.

Because how could I possibly love someone who had betrayed me so openly? But then again, I knew deep down, I still loved him.

"What do you want to cook for me today, Dad?" Liya asked before she left the room.

"Hmmm.. Anything, Mi! The important thing is that it's not complicated for Umi, " I replied with a smile.

Liya nodded, her hand still on the doorknob as she looked at me with a knowing smile.

This morning I started with my routine which was almost the same as usual, I went to take a shower, performed the dawn prayer at the mosque, and returned home to start the day and get ready to go to work.

After that, we had breakfast together.

"Oh yeah, Bi! Today we have an appointment with Dr. Raisa, " Liya said as she spooned her breakfast. "I want to check on the little one's health, " she continued.

"Oh my God, Mom!" I was shocked, feeling a sudden wave of guilt hit me. "I forgot!" I said, remembering that there was an important meeting at my office today.

Liya chuckled, "Yes, Umi also forgot to tell Abi about yesterday, "

"Gosh! What should I do? Abi has a meeting today, " I replied, "Can't we just postpone it, Mi?" I suggested.

"Well! I can't, Mrs.! If you go to the doctor, Raisa has to make an appointment first! It's a long wait!"

I nodded, "Yes, really?!"

"If Abi can't, can Umi go with the others?" Liya's voice suddenly sounded excited and her eyes sparkled.

"U-umi, who are you going with?" I asked nervously, trying to stay calm.

Because I knew exactly who he meant by "someone else."

The image of Mang Dedi chuckling and smiling slyly flashed through my mind. I couldn't help but imagine how my pregnant wife, Liya, would go to such an important and private meeting in our marriage, with Mang Dedi, the man who had successfully made her do something so unthinkable.

Jealousy, anger, and fear, fought to dominate my feelings.

"Yes, with Mrs. Retno, Bi! With who else?!" Liya answered casually while sipping the tea in her mouth.

And I immediately felt immensely relieved, knowing that it wasn't Mang Dedi who would be accompanying Liya to the obstetrician. However, strangely, I also felt a tinge of disappointment.

"How is that possible? What happened to me? Did I secretly hope that Liya would go with Mang Dedi?" My mind was confused by my own imagination.

"He's the only friend of Umi's who's willing to help, Umi!" Liya said casually.

"Yes! Including helping to keep the secret of Umi and Mang Dedi's indecent acts!" I said to myself, trying to hold back my emotions.

Mrs. Retno's behavior had been bothering me ever since she caught me spying on Liya and Mang Dedi in the warehouse. I was puzzled and wondered what role a busy woman like her had in this. How could she be so relaxed after knowing my wife had done something irrational with Mang Dedi? Had she known all along?

"Okay then, Mi!" I said in a slightly tense voice. "Be careful! Don't forget to tell Abi later!"

Liya chuckled, as if she wanted to say something, "But we should have gone by car, Bi!" Her smile widened. She moved a little closer to me, "You're pregnant and taking a public bus?!" She continued.

"Just use GoCar, Mi! Umi has the app, right?"

Liya shook her head, "No, I want to use my own car! Umi will vomit on the way! Umi is also bringing Caca, it will be even more complicated!" she replied.

"So what? Umi can't drive a car! Can Mrs. Retno really?"

Liya shook her head again, "I can't do that either. Hihihi."

"Then what?"

Liya's smile spread innocently. "Can I ask Uncle Dedi to drive me, Auntie?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But we'll still use our car, " she continued.

I was instantly shocked, furious after Liya finally decided to ask Mang Dedi out, as I had initially suspected. The thought of Liya, my wife, wearing a hijab, pregnant with my child, going with another man for a pregnancy checkup, using my car, was the greatest insult I had ever felt as a husband and a man.

It was as if Liya was deliberately trying to show off her closeness to Mang Dedi right in front of me, challenging me to do something.

"No, I can't, Mom! Dad has to work!" I replied, refusing with another reason.

Liya then pouted, "Just now Abi told Umi to wear a gocar!" she replied, "Why didn't Abi do it?!"

I was silent, dead from my own words.

Being in a situation where every step I took would be a mistake created a feeling of helplessness in my chest. I knew that sooner or later, Liya would return to Mang Dedi, so she knew I would also refuse her request.

However, Liya cleverly started playing her manipulation game on me, hinting that she already knew how I felt, so she made up an excuse first.

And I'm a coward again.

"Okay then, " I said while gritting my teeth, "I'll take Gojek to the office, Dad, " I replied again.

Liya giggled and clapped her hands. "Yay, Abi is the most understanding husband ever!" she shouted happily and enthusiastically. Liya kissed my cheek gently before picking up her phone and starting to text someone.

While I just sat there, my mind racing due to my own stupid decisions.

Why didn't I just refuse? Why did I say yes? Why did I let my wife go with that insolent vegetable seller, even though I knew they might do something else?

Was there something inside me that actually enjoyed feeling this pain and being controlled by Liya? Was it my own humiliation that turned me on? Or was it because my love for Liya was so deep that I couldn't bear the thought of losing her? So I'd just give in and let her do whatever she wanted?

It felt like Liya and I were playing cat and mouse, with Liya being the cat who was trying to play with me, manipulate me, and trick me like a mouse trying hard not to fall into her trap.

But ironically, in the end I was the one who voluntarily threw myself into the trap.

When Liya finished typing her message and put her phone away, she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Thanks, Abi, " she said sweetly. "You're the best husband in the world!!" she exclaimed.

I then forced a smile, nodded in response, and handed the car keys to Liya, "Tell Mang Dedi not to speed in the car, " I said, trying to remove the bitterness from my own voice.

As soon as Liya took the key from me, there was a slight feeling of being touched and surrender that took over my entire body, as if a strange, warming sensation was running through me, as I consciously handed over my duties and obligations as a husband to be carried out by another man that I myself was unable to do.

"Don't worry, Abi, " Liya said, her voice sweet and soothing. "Dedi already knows!" she winked.

As our breakfast continued, Liya remained fixated on her phone, giggling and laughing as if she were discussing something very amusing. Her eyes would occasionally flicker to mine, her smile widening before she returned to her phone screen.

I then pushed back the chair and stood up. "I think Dad wants to go now!" I said in a voice that sounded hollow even to my own ears.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Liya asked, surprised.

"Yes... I want to prepare the files for the meeting later, " I answered as best I could.

Liya then nodded and smiled at me, "Okay then... Be careful on the road, Dad!" she said casually, already engrossed in the message she had just received. "Don't forget to wear a mask! There's a lot of dust on the motorbike, " she continued without looking at me.

I ignored him and immediately said hello, "Assalamualaikum, " I muttered while kissing Liya's forehead, trying to ignore the anger burning inside me.

"Waalaikumussalam, " Liya replied, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

Using the Gojek that I had ordered, I then went to the office.

Throughout the journey, my mind was filled with thoughts of the changes I'd seen in Liya. It was true, Liya had changed, but those changes weren't just for the worse.

There was something else that had changed recently, something more alive and bright about him.

Liya's laughter was now heard more often, her smile looked wider, her eyes also continued to emit a sparkling light, as if she had been freed from an invisible cage that had been restraining her, a cage that perhaps neither she nor I had ever realized.

This change, though, didn't feel too bad because Liya seemed happier and more alive than before.

Busy in thought, I unconsciously found myself in front of the office building, but for a moment my thoughts were still caught up in the uncertain feelings about Liya's plan to go to the doctor with Mang Dedi.

My little heart was filled with anxiety, but fortunately, soon, the daily routine began to take over.

I was drowning in endless office tasks—piling emails, endless meetings, and documents waiting to be worked on.

Every time my phone rings, my heart races with a mixture of hope and fear. Is it a message from Liya, informing me of the progress of her appointment, or perhaps even details of her meeting with Mang Dedi?

Each notification made me hold my breath, only to be met with disappointment when I found out the message was only work-related.

"Mr. Hadi, would you like Shena to make some coffee?" Shena's voice suddenly broke the silence and interrupted my reverie.

Shena was leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed beneath her ample breasts, which were pushed up by her tight blouse. Her skirt seemed shorter than usual, and I felt a little uncomfortable looking at her with a certain amount of desire.

"Ahh.. I don't want to drink coffee with you, Shen." I replied, refusing, so that Shena could leave me.

But of course Shena would never do that, because whether by coincidence or not, her cheerful figure always came to see me when I was feeling in a lot of trouble.

"Are you sure?" Shena asked, her voice laced with a hint of teasing. "Shena, look around... Mr. Hadi is daydreaming too much today."

I looked up from my desk, shaking my head slowly. "Oh really?!" I forced a smile, hoping he didn't see the turmoil in my eyes.

Shena then stepped in, her hips swaying as she approached my desk. "Oh yeah! The boss even said that Mr. Hadi might have a lot on his mind, so he can't focus during the meeting, " she said.

"Hahaha.. Did the boss really say that?" I asked, chuckling.

"Yes. That's why Shena was asked to make Mr. Hadi coffee, " Shena giggled, "So his eyes will open again!" she continued laughing.

Instead of leaving me alone, Shena pulled up a chair in front of my desk and sat down, plopping her bottom down. She crossed her legs, revealing a small, tantalizing piece of her thigh above her knee.

He just stared at me silently with a smile he was holding back.

"Ahem.." I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable with the way he was staring at me. "I'm fine, Shen!" I said, not daring to look him in the eye, and pretending to be busy with the computer screen.

"Okay, Mr. Hadi, just continue with your work! Shena wants to sit here for now!" he said, leaning his shoulder against the chair.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore Shena, pretending to focus on the reports I had to work on. But my eyes occasionally stole glances at her, who was still holding back a smile as she watched me.

Until finally, I gave up, "It's nothing Shen! It's just... personal matters, " I said flatly, hoping he would understand.

But Shena didn't accept my reason, "How personal is it?"

"Yes! Personal things can't be talked about!"

"Must be a household problem, huh?" Shena sneered.

"A-anything! No!" I replied hastily. Caught red-handed but still trying to deny it.

"Then what? Shena forced me to do this! If I don't, Shena will stay here forever!" he threatened, laughing.

"I'll call the boss, okay?! I'll tell you you're not working!"

Shena shrugged her shoulders, "Just call! Is Shena afraid?!"

I sighed again, feeling that I really needed to confide in someone like Shena, but I didn't want to reveal the details of what I was going through right now.

So suddenly, an idea popped into my head, "It's just a story about a friend, Shen!" I began, choosing my words carefully so as not to arouse suspicion.

"Are you Mr. Hadi's friend?" Shena asked.

"Yes. Very close friends!" I lied back.

Shena nodded, "It must be a money problem, right?" she asked, guessing.

"Hahaha. No." I laughed.

"Then?"

"It's just marital problems, " I said as dramatically as possible. "He caught his wife cheating, " I continued.

Shena's eyes widened, and she immediately approached my table. "Seriously?" She was both surprised and curious, just like a gossip mom who just got a piece of hot gossip.

"Yes!" I answered briefly.

"How did you know?" Shena asked curiously.

I cleared my throat, trying to keep my voice steady. "He caught his wife, ahem-ahem, with another man, " I said, while my mind replayed the incident in the warehouse where Liya and Mang Dedi were committing adultery.

Shena slapped her forehead, "Ah, his wife is so stupid!" she said angrily, "At least if you want to cheat, don't let anyone find out!"

"Hey! Why do you even think that?!" I laughed at Shena's funny behavior.

"Besides, if you can't play pretty, there's no need to pretend to be cheating, " Shena grumbled, "Then... then what? Mr. Hadi's friend must be really angry, right? Divorced by his wife?"

I shook my head, "That's the problem, Shen!" I said, pretending to be confused. "He told me, he's not sure himself."

"Huh? Not sure how?"

"Yes... He said he was angry, he was annoyed with his wife, he was jealous. But he also felt-" I stopped there on purpose, unable to say what I was actually feeling.

"What do you feel, sir? Sad? Can't bear it?" Shena looked enthusiastic, "Or amazing?"

I coughed, feeling shocked that he could guess correctly, "Aahh.. More or less... I see!" I replied haltingly.

"Oh my! That cuckold husband!" Shena exclaimed in a strangely happy tone.

"W-what's that? Cuckold husband?" I asked curiously. The term sounded completely foreign to me, but the way Shena said it, it sounded quite intriguing.

"Mr. Hadi, don't you know?"

I shook my head.

"Seriously?"

I nodded.

Shena's eyes lit up. "That's the term for husbands who, when they see their wives cheating, instead of getting angry, they get excited, " she explained. "It's kind of a fetish!" she continued.

"Fetish? What else could it be?" I asked, genuinely unsure.

But Shena just burst out laughing when she heard my question, "Hahaha. Mr. Hadi seriously doesn't know what a fetish is?" she asked in disbelief.

Meanwhile, I just nodded confusedly in response.

"Mr. Hadi is really 28 years old, right?"

"Yeah why?"

Shena burst out laughing again, "I swear! Mr. Hadi is the most old-fashioned person Shena has ever met!" she said, holding her stomach.

"What are you doing! Why are you insulting me?" I grumbled, not accepting it.

Shena was still giggling a little before she explained, "Fetish is like another preference of a person, Mr. Hadi." she said and started to explain, "For example, there are people who get aroused when they see a girl wearing a school uniform. There are those who get aroused when they see a girl wearing glasses. There are also those who get aroused when they see a girl wearing Muslim clothes."

"That's called a fetish." Shena sounded serious.

"So what does this have to do with our conversation?"