Died Ahead of Marriage

90. Passive Woman

"How do you think?"

Anna looked at Amar deeply. "But, I haven't had any more taste in him, since he left me when I expected so much from him."

Amar threw himself sitting on his soft sofa. Anna walked awkwardly stepping slowly. Feeling in the heart, wanting to make her husband believe in the love that has been intact for him since long ago. Although Amar never thought it existed. Even though Amar is always busy for that person. Apparently, deep down his heart continued to grow sense without him realizing it was present in the midst of crying of solitude.

However, his tongue was too faint to reveal that. He did not want, when he really fell in love, the man who had been living in the depths of his heart and soul to leave him, again.

Meanwhile, Amar was incessantly watching his wife. Some time was silent even though the voice of Anan's cheers echoed throughout the house. "Me, love you. I'm afraid you turned and chose to go back to her." Amar's gaze turned to Anan who looked happy.

"In addition, he has an m4ti key that can not be removed forever."

Anna rubbed her left arm feeling awkward with this atmosphere. "By any chance, on Anan's birth certificate, you are his father. That key will never open again. You are my husband. You're the father of my children." Anna took all her courage to reveal it.

Amar pulled Anna who was still in quite a far position. He embraces the body in a broom pasting his cheek on the wife's cheek. "Why are you always like this? When will your stiffness disappear? In fact, we already have each other. There are no secrets between us." Amar peeks at Anna.

Anna turned her head to look at the shahdu face of this man who was holding her. For a moment, he gently stroked Amar's chin. "I love you too. Since the first."

There was a long breath of Amar. She saw the man smiling, and this time Anna dared herself to kiss him on the cheek. Amar seemed increasingly excited, at the behavior of this passive woman.

"Well, that's dong. The time I kept showing the taste I had." Amar warmly embraced his wife. "If we had been like this since long ago, maybe Anan already has a sister of five people." Amar smiled mischievously giving the code with eyebrows moving up and down.

Anna pinched Amar's cheek, then leaned her head back in her husband's arms.

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The next day, Amar helps to dry Anna's hair while brushing her hair at the wife's l*her. "Can you add any more?"

Anna glanced back. "Anan is awake. Later he screamed kejer like yesterday would bother."

Amar still shoots a hair dryer, on his wife's long hair. "Yes, I'll give you a message with Aunt to take care of Anan."

"Anan doesn't need to be taken care of anyway. I've been training him independently since he was a kid." Anna looked at her husband through the mirror.

"But he still needs help. You're too hard to educate her at a very early age."

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Amar gasped to hear their son's voice from outside. His eyes immediately glanced at the wall clock, still an hour away from his class admission schedule. He looked at Anna with a face.

"I told you. He is no longer like a baby to be taken care of by his needs." Anna pulled the hairdryer and put it on the dresser. He gave the code to the husband who still put on a bath kimono while changing position to the wardrobe.

"Now put on her work clothes!"

"Next night, huh? I want to practice various styles for tonight." said Amar with a pleading face.

Anna just smelled a smile handing over her husband's white shirt. After that it helps to attach the buttons. In between that, Amar was not stopping to kiss his wife's face.

"Papaa? Did you wake up beluum?" shouted Anan.

"Wait on! Papa's wearing a work shirt."

"Are you, obviously he's been waiting, still messing around?" Anna's hand movements became increasingly agile completing the task of buttoning the shirt that is now attached.

After some time, after breakfast together, they were all on top of his vehicle. The first location was Anan's school. After making sure Anan entered the school, Amar sent his wife to a work location not far from Anan's school.

However, there it appears that Zico has been standing with his wife and an unknown person. When they saw the presence of these two people, they immediately attacked with a number of questions without having been answered by Anna.

"Don't bother my wife and kids again! If you're still harassing them, don't blame me if a call letter from the police floats in your office, for an unpleasant act!"

Silvi clasped her chest to look at Amar and Anna. "Don't try to avoid! I brought in a lawyer, at the request of a DNA test for your son!"

Anna walked over with her cold face. "Why are you suddenly so interested in my son?"

Silvi smiled faintly, glancing at her husband who was putting on a flat face. "I want to prove that your son, Anan, is my husband's son too."

"Then, what's the advantage for you?" jolt Anna with a high tone.

"We want him to be our son!" silvi.

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