Husband Cold But Attention

Chapter 3 The Hidden Love

"Go up first, the room on the left is our room" Yara said as she headed for the front door and exited. Not long after, the sound of the motor was heard to go somewhere.

Yila entered the room her husband showed her. The room is spacious and clean, and fragrant. For a moment Yila was amazed. It turns out that Yara has prepared this sizable house to welcome the arrival of her new wife.

Yila immediately tiptoed towards the bathroom, she had to clean herself up so that her sleep tonight was sound. After cleaning herself and brushing her teeth, Yila immediately washed her face with face tonic and milk cleanser. Even though her face washed Yila still looks ayu and charming.

Yila immediately got on the bed and laid her extremely tired and achy body. His whole body feels stiff. If anyone complains it feels happy and happy.

Yila turned to look at the door of the room, but it was still closed. Yila wondered where Yara had gone, while today was the most historic day for both of them. Without feeling Yila was asleep, maybe so tired due to the event this afternoon and waiting for Yara who had not returned.

At 22:00 p.m., Yara came home. Out of nowhere, what is clear is Yara carrying an envelope containing two tickets. I don't know what ticket.

Yara momentarily looked towards Yila who was already soundly. It seemed that Yila was indeed tired, her roar of breath also signified that she was really tired.

Slowly, Yara climbed into the bed and lay beside Yila. Finally he also collapsed so tired and sleepy.

Morning, after dawn. Yila was busy in the kitchen. Cooking to prepare breakfast for the husband. Moreover, this is prime for him to prepare breakfast for a husband. Yila did not know what breakfast Yara wanted. Yila cooked rice on Megicom. And if Yara likes a western breakfast, Yila is ready to make jam bread or something else.

Not for how long did Yara come up with a casual t-shirt and shorts. Yila was surprised, why Yara was not ready to wear clothes to the office, but Yila had prepared her clothes hanging on nails.

"Mas Yara, what would you like for breakfast?" Yila asked in a very doubtful tone.

"If I order a special fried rice, you can make it, right?" tanyanya seriously. Yila immediately nodded and immediately approached the stove then looked for condiments for fried rice.

Finally after about 10 minutes, special fried rice made by Yila is ready with a fragrant that tempts the faith. Yila sprightly and skillfully prepared her homemade fried rice in front of Yara. Without thinking long Yara immediately ate fried rice shrimp made by Yila.

Yila saw the fried rice shrimp made just a few more spoons. Yila's heart cheered turns out the cuisine she liked.

"Mas, I'm sorry. This is the warm tea he forgot," Yila said as she placed a cup of warm tea in front of her husband.

"Why can his drinking water forget, is it because you're too nervous or are you tensed up against this handsome me?" her tanyanya makes Yila more and more keker. Yila did not answer, because the answer was the same as what Yara asked her husband.

"Eummm, Mom, didn't you go to work today?" tanya Yila meant to remind. Yara did not reply, she grabbed her warm teacup and sipped back the warm tea.

"Why do I work if I still get time off?" Yara asked back. Yila was embarrassed. Asking wrong is not asking wrong.

"Sit down, I want to talk" he said as he patted the sofa beside him. Yila sat down with mixed feelings.

"I want to ask you a little bit about your personal problems. Did you marry me before you had a lover?" ask Yara directly at the core of the problem. Yila was actually not confused to answer, she just answered no easily.

"I'm not dating Mas."

"When did you last date?" tanyanya was curious.

"Six years ago," answered Yila short. Yara revealed a smile that was hard to interpret.

"Then have you ever saved someone's love and been harbored?" This question suddenly made Yila freeze because the answer was in front of her eyes.

"No Mas," he lied with his face lowered to hide his lies.

"But, I found a book on this little diary that fell out of your wallet and I accidentally read it. There is an expression of your heart on someone with the initials YP. How romantic and heartwarming," she stared intently at Yila.

Yila's heart suddenly beat faster and the body seemed tense. Yila felt that what she had kept tight even exposed herself by the person who became her hidden love. Yila set a deep breath to throw away the tension that was currently hitting her.

"Tomorrow is the day I should be able to forget you Mas YP, because tomorrow I am married to the man of my parents' choice. Mas YP My hidden love.