Betrayal on the First Night

Chapter 82: Excessive Desire?

"Eat first, yuk. You must not have eaten," Aby bargained while rubbing the right arm that had just got a stamp from Dewun. 

Dew quickly nodded. She did not have time to eat dinner because she was waiting for her husband's return. Want to order food at a restaurant like this afternoon was lazy, so all he did was lie down on the sofa while playing a mobile phone. The television is left on to drive away the loneliness.

The two ate together very well. The food Aby bought was delicious.

"Where's the buy, Mas?" ask Dewun.

"Not far from here is the place. At the end of the road there. Like?"

"It's so like."

The corner of Aby's lips curved into a smile, seeing how Dew enjoyed their dinner. However, suddenly Aby's memory was directed to the twins she saw in the food court earlier.

"Yang .. I saw a pair of twins there. It's funny to them" Aby said shortly after the last mouthful. It

"Daughter?" 

Aby nodded enthusiastically. Dew can see the twinkle in her husband's eyes. Never before had Aby discussed anything as passionately as she is now. 

"Yes. One has long hair and the other is short." He smiles. "I thought it would be funny if we had kids like them."

In that instant, the smile on Dew's lips dimmed. Aby's words shocked her to the point of choking on the food that had just passed through her throat. Make Aby immediately pour water into a glass and give it to his wife.  

While the Dew gulps down the white water in haste. Then patted his chest that suddenly felt tight. 

"You why the hell? Every time I talk about children, your reaction must be like this" he said, wiping the back of his wife's neck. This was the second time Aby expressed her desire to have children and Dew's reaction was always the same.

"I'm not ready to have a child yet, Mas" said Dew. As much as possible hide the clear fluid that pooled in his eyeballs. 

"Aren't you ready for why, anyway? If in terms of age like that is enough," he asked gently. 

"It's not about age, Mom. I'm just—" Hanging Dew. Aby could see the doubt in every sentence his wife sizzled. 

"Well, it's okay if you want. Let's just delay." 

Aby grabs a tissue when she sees sweat begin to wet her wife's forehead. Although curious why Dew looked frightened whenever discussing about the child, but he did not immediately ask. The dew may take time. And Aby understood that conceiving to give birth to a child is not easy for a woman.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm really not ready yet" said Dew, without revealing a reason.

"It's okay." Aby stroked the top of his wife's head with gentleness.

Not wanting the Dew to be burdened, Aby chose to no longer discuss about children. After all he and Dew are young. There is still plenty of time to talk about children.

"We go for a walk, yuk. You must be bored alone in the hotel from earlier," asked Aby, after the gloomy face of Dew never subsided. Maybe the streets were able to unravel the bad taste of the conversation just now.

The dew nodded slowly. "I'm going to change my clothes first." Then get up and get your clothes out of the suitcase.

Aby looked at his wife.

"Why is it? Every child talks about it always so the reaction."

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