BEHIND THE SCENES

CHAPTER 120: THE CRUMBS OF THE HANDCUFFS

"I'd be lying if I said I'm happy here because I miss my husband. But I'm proud to be here. Thank you for allowing me to continue my studies even more than I dreamed." Anin meant it..

"But it's been safe so far, isn't it Mom...?" ask her slowly to Anin.

"So far do Good, Bee."

"Mom.. after this graduation. We'll stay and settle in Bandung right? I ask you to start now thinking about what work you will do after graduation. Because, I don't like to see my wife frantically thinking about her next move. Like yesterday, you seem like a person who has no purpose.

Sorry if this offends you, when we are still not together, you are so desperate to study in Paris, the course is fine as long as it is here. But, once that is achieved, you are even confused by what work you can do when you go home." Darel was honest with his wife. It seems they are getting older in arranging their household in the future.

"Yes. I'm sorry Bee. Because of my ambition, our household became like this. Or all my plans and ideals are fucked up because I was married before I was successful." Anin responded no less seriously.

"That's not my wife's ambition, it's only natural.

Only.. when I chose to go to college and then continue my studies in America, once I graduated I already knew what I would do afterwards. Unlike you, after achieving what you want is confused about what to do."

"Yes.sih. Yes that was. I mischose my ideals. I should have aspired to marry a handsome young CEO and just now, of course, I don't need to be as far apart and as time is now."

"No. where ever the ideal is wrong. Didn't this scholarship offer come also because of your adequate academic ability, so not everyone easily get this opportunity. Therefore, you need to think after this you want to do in career affairs. Because..it is impossible that you have sacrificed our feelings with LDR like this, you will later use only to become a Boutique owner like sister Melisa."

Cup... Anin kissed the little lips of her husband who she felt was getting more and more beautiful about their future. Now they are in a central room of Darel's apartment.

"If according to my husband... about if I have finished this college I work what...?" draw it on her husband.

"Don't ask me. If asked, of course I only want my wife at home to give birth to children for me. But ... it was just my dream ha..ha.ha." The laughter sounded so crisp in Anin's ears. Makes him feel guilty.

"My husband .. forgive me. You should have prevented me from the beginning, not allowed me." Anin bowed to reminisce about the time they struggled with the continuation of this study.

"You think I can bear to see my wife inhabit me for days for not daring to express her wishes...?"

Now Anin was even more naughty and aggressive, because she was seen sitting spoiled on her husband's lap and wrapped her hands on her husband's stomach.

"I've been thinking about what I want to be after this Bee."

"May I know...?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm working on it."

"What's that...?"

"So the mother of our children." Her whisper was very slow right in her husband's ear.

Just by feeling the breath coming from through the sense of smell Anin alone can spur adrenaline Darel. There are certain parts that stiffen and increase the rhythm of the heart that beats faster than usual.

Darel had not thought of any answer his wife, which is more important for him now is to immediately complete the desire that can anytime arise if adjacent to this beloved woman. Anin understood, also desperately needed the same thing. Feelings of longing, love, lust all mixed into one in the hearts of both. They never care about time. All they know, as long as there is time to be together, then the waves are like a roll of waves that ceaselessly chasing clean the beach lips.

One month Darel spent just relaxing with his wife in Paris, of course, always monitor from a distance all the development of his company in the hands of Vino also occasionally watch papa Felix Simon Aswindra who is still listed as the highest Commissioner in the company.

There is a sweet meeting that always leaves a farewell that always makes Anin cry.

Cup... Darel kissed his wife's head many times.

"Learning diligently.to quickly return my love." Whisper Darel in a soft voice to his wife.

This time Anin who seemed reluctant to release the return of her husband. However, he must remain strong, because this is his choice and he must take responsibility for his own decisions.

Anin did not want to take the opportunity to return to Indonesia while on holiday though, he seemed earnest in gaining as much knowledge there.

The higher the semester, the more complicated the lessons and demands of the tasks presented to him.

Until then at the end of the semester.

Anin seemed to bend her knees crying, when she saw that her test scores were not satisfactory for her. He did not even care if he now seemed to be sitting in a campus corridor. He hid his face for a long time, focused on his two knees that were linked.

Until Anin heard the sound of footsteps approaching him and patted his shoulders gently.

"He quest-ce que tu fais ici?"

( Hey, what are you doing here?)

The question managed to stop Anin's crying and made her raise her head towards the source of the voice that greeted her earlier.

Seemed before him a woman beraras very beautiful, sexy and looks so dazzling gelamour. The long black hair volume gives a perfect impression on its appearance.

Sontak Anin felt he was just a lump of crumbs when now their bodies are close together, because the woman chose to sit facing Anin. With a confused look.

There was no answer from Anin, because he was still amazed by the beauty of the living creatures before him.

"D'rigento viens-tu...?" ask her again to Anin.

(Where are you from)

"Je suis d'Indonesie." Anin replied fluently in French.

(I am from Indonesia)

"Oh. I am also from Indonesia. Can I meet you...?" he said with a very perfect Indonesian language.

"By pleasure. I'm Anindyta Kailila. Just call Anin." Anin replied with a cheerful tone and a very sweet smile from the corner of her lips

"I'm Santy Kallie Nafeesa, just call me Santy." His words that had first extended his hand to shake the hand of their introductory sign with a tone of voice no less friendly to Anin.

The two of them exchanged smiles, accepting each other.

As they had walked away from the corridor, Santy again started a conversation with Anin.

"Do I know .. why did you look so sad?"

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