Husband Cold But Attention

Chapter 2 Moving House

After a few hours of marriage at Yila's parents' residence, Yila and Yara say goodbye to both her parents and to both of her parents-in-law. They were delivered by both parents. Apparently the new house that Yila and Yara will occupy is still a complex there. Only two different houses. However, the distance between the house to the other house is indeed quite far apart, because the house in this residential area is quite wide. What separates them is only a guardrail that is approximately two meters high.

If you walk, it can be taken only 10 minutes, because the distance is also only about 200 meters.

"We take her to the front door, yes, you guys if there is anything, just come to our house," said Bu Yuli as she pointed her index finger at herself and her husband and at both of his clothes. Bu Yuli smiled happily looking at her two daughter-in-law who had just married and was going to occupy a new house. In his heart there are prayers so that the marriage of his son-in-law is blessed and given a long soul mate.

"Yes, Mom. It's okay" Yila replied with a smile.

"You get along, no fighting," advised Miss Rosi before leaving the new home of her son and daughter-in-law.

Okay, Ma. Thank you for driving us" Yara said, greeting her Mom and her two-in-law. The two of them stared at the departure of their parents from the front of the gate.

Yara turned around, while Yila was still at the mouth of the gate. Yila sees Yara moving on without greeting herself or inviting her. Yila closes the gate and follows Yara into the house.

Yila looked at the back of Yara who stepped into the house. The man is now her husband. However, it was only the first day that Yara was so cold without further ado. How could Yila live this household while Yara's attitude was cute and cold?

Yila entered with a feeling of doubt, her footsteps faltering at the door. His feet are heavy to step on.

"Why is there? Come inside!" his orders, sounding stiff but firm and there is no romantic-romantic. Yila was forced to enter with a slightly trembling greeting.

"Assalamualaikum," he said trembling. Just a few steps inside, Yila suddenly wagged her hand because of cigarette smoke that had filled the living room. Yara smokes there sitting on the sofa and her legs are wide open, as if she is letting go of all the fatigue that exists.

"If you don't like cigarette smoke, go in. Don't stay there, "he remembers rigidly and firmly. Yila obeyed and went inside. In the middle room Yila was confused back, she had to go where, to the room or to where. Rather than wrong Yila decided to go to the kitchen alone to just take off awkwardly after a few seconds of interacting with her husband Yara.

Yila picked up the glass on the shelf, then turned on the dispenser to fetch the clear water. Sipping the water, immediately his dry throat wet back due to the tense atmosphere he felt earlier. Yila sat on the dining table chair while grabbing her HP and typing something that was sent to her mother.

"Assalamualaikum, Mum. This how? Yila felt really awkward with Mas Yara. Mas Yaranya is also very cold like the north pole. Then what should Yila do, Mom? Please answer quickly, yes, Mom!" the WA message is sent and immediately tick blue two. Yila was happy not to be a bitch. Now he is waiting for WA reply from his mother.

"Girishalah, Neng. If Mas Yara attitude is cold, Neng stay warm with warm tea, do not forget to ask first like sweet or not. Then also include snacks if there are," suggested Bu Yuli reply WA Yila message.

"Then what will be the morning tomorrow, ma'am?" WA message from Yila sent again.

"Neng asks what breakfast, fried rice or what? If Mas Yara likes bread with jam, you just prepare jam bread. Then if you like fried rice you make fried rice, you are the best at making fried rice, Neng. You're good at cooking, just ask Mas Yara's favorite what."

"Still asking Mom, yeah, how do you serve me?" Suddenly Yara surprises Yila who just ended her WA message with Bu Yuli. Sontak Yila was surprised and put her HP on the table.

"Mas Yara." Only that was able to come out of Yila's mouth so nervous. Yila stood up and was about to head to the shelf to pick up the glass. She would make warm tea for her husband.

"Here, no need! I don't want to drink yet," prevent it from making Yila look back.

"Sit. I'd like to talk a little." Yila sat back down slightly tensely as if in the trial.

"There's no need to be tense like that, haven't I already become your husband?" the atmosphere made the atmosphere become more tense. Yila took her breath slowly, throwing a sense of tension in her chest.

"I just want you to do your job as usual when at the house of your parents, only the difference here is that you only take care of me. Surely you're ready to get married, ready for all her duties, right?" Yara asked back with a sharp look in Yila's eyes. Yila quickly lowered her head to hide the mounting tension.

"In this house there are three rooms, two main rooms and one guest room. Which room do you choose to sleep in tonight?" her tanyanya made Yila completely confused to answer. For a while Yila was silent and did not know what to answer. It's certainly a difficult choice. If he chooses a guest room, now he is not a guest but the wife of the owner of the house. Then if you choose one of the rooms that become the main room, Yila should choose which one? They're husband and wife, time has to sleep apart.

"Yila!" his voice resuscitated Yila's confusion.

"Yes, Mom?" yila was a little nervous.

"Which room would you choose?" re-giving gives a choice.

"I can't choose Mas. We are not married. And if we're married, of course we're one room, right?" ask Yila doubtfully. Yara looked a little smiling. The polar guy smiled? It was a rare thing for Yila.

"Would you sleep with me tonight or have a room?" What silly question Yara said, made Yila even more confused. Could it be that Yara wanted to sleep in the room or something? Yila wondered in her mind, puzzled by Yara's question like that.

"As a woman who is already a legitimate wife of Mas Yara, I of course have to sleep with Mas Yara. Because I already belong to Mas Yara," replied Yila slowly and carefully. Yara looks bright with a smile.

"really? So, you're ready if I have?" Yila was puzzled back by Yara's question like that. For a moment he could only be silent but in his heart said.

"I'm rightfully yours. Then I must be ready to be born possessed by you."