Betrayal on the First Night

Chapter 83: Hiding Tears

Dew felt something different from her husband's attitude since the talk about the child in the hotel earlier. Either he was the one who misinterpreted or Aby changed a little. To be sure, Aby didn't say much after that.

Even when spending free time walking in a shopping center, the man is not as warm as usual.

Along the way home until arriving at the hotel there was no meaningful conversation, which made Dew feel reluctant to open his voice.

"You want to go to sleep?" aby asked shortly after coming out of the bathroom.

"You change clothes first," replied Dewun, putting some paper bag containing the groceries earlier.

"I go first, yeah." Aby opened the shirt and immediately threw her body in the soft hotel bed.

Again a cold attitude was shown Aby. Making Dew sit on the edge of the bed. Looking at her husband's strapping back that was not covered in clothes, even though the air blowing from the air conditioning seemed to be piercing to the bone.

A few minutes later, the man changed his clothes and went back to bed.

"Mas, are you asleep?" the whisper was slow.

The lack of answers from Aby made a pair of Dew eyeballs teary. Never before had Aby been this cold to him as long as they made up. In addition, Aby never precedes him to sleep and will make sure his wife sleeps first. However, now the figure that is always warm and soft seemed to ignore him.

"Maas ...." The dew shakes the shoulders very slowly. But Aby was still silent.

The dew chose to lay down his body. Pull the blanket up to the chest limit and try to close your eyes. However, until a few moments passed, he did not go through the dream realm. There is a great calamity stored in the heart.

Is Mas Aby angry?

Shifting closer and closer, the Dew hugged Aby from behind. Smell at that sturdy shoulder over and over again. From the response given, Dewun believes that Aby is still awake.

Aby let out a deep breath, then turned her body to face each other. Although the lighting of the room was dim, he could see the sad face of his wife. Feeling unbearable, Aby also grabbed the tiny body. 

"Well why, anyway? No, really, "he replied, then kissed the forehead deeply and long.

Dew looked up, for the sake of staring at that masculine face. Aby's gaze this time was very different, even a thin smile was not visible. Make the guts of the Dew shrivel right then and there.

"I think you're mad at me about that."

"Which question?" Actually Aby understood where his wife was going. But I don't know, he's not trying to discuss something that could trigger a fight.

"On the child" said Dew, with a guilty look.

Not wanting problems about the child to drag on, Aby published a smile. "Why should you be angry? I really want a child. But if you're not ready, that's okay. After all you will conceive and give birth, not me."

Instead of being calm, Aby's words added a wisp of guilt to Dewun's heart.

"But, Mas ...."

"Not to be discussed," cut Aby quickly. "Sleep, yuk. It's night." It's night." His wide hands rubbed his hair, down to his back. He clutched his wife tightly back.

Enjoying that warmth, Dew buried his face in the curve of the husband's neck, which became the most comfortable place for him. Hiding melted clear crystals at the end of the eye. 

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