Husband Setting

Odor ... Delicious !

Jen curled up with a deep feeling. His lips did not stop for a while, until finally the wind caressed his eyes and he fell asleep. Tired, that was all he felt. And ... comfortable when smelling Darren's sweat marks, mix with shampoo aroma, perfume scent—may—or laundry soap and fragrance mixture. I don't know, it's delicious and soothing.

A calm and comfortable feeling led him floating amidst the clouds. The heavier, the more comfortable, and the more sleepy. Jen's asleep in the cradle. Forgot everything to Darren.

***

"Where have you been, Ren?" asked one of Ita's grandmother's children when she found Darren had just arrived with a suitcase in his hand. "Whose it belongs to? I thought it belonged to someone because it's been on the porch ever since."

Darren just smiled a little. "It belongs to Jen, my wife, Uncle. Maybe he didn't see it and I forgot to tell him that his family driver delivered this this this morning."

"Wah .. wah .. hurry up to meet him, sulking to know how you feel," the uncle chuckled as he crossed his legs. "May your bride's night be quiet."

Darren smiled again. "Then I go to the room first, Uncle ...."

Without waiting anymore, Darren immediately stepped into the next room that was no less crowded. He just waved a glance then put a box containing jengkol balado sauce on the dining table.

"Ma .. from Tamy," she said a little yelling so that her mother in the kitchen heard her voice. There were neighbors who came to help cook for the dinner tonight, and Desy's 'yes' answer made her step onto the second floor immediately.

Darren's lips opened wide as he laughed at Jen who looked hot. The fan roared, but it did not prevent the sweat beads from stopping to meet his wife's white forehead. He put the suitcase in the corner of the room, then he approached the bed.

How careless he is.

Darren lowered the bottom of Jen's uncovered negligee up. In halal confinement and beautiful treats although accidentally it always raises the hormone of maleness. Jen was different, last night and this afternoon, proving Jen was so beautiful while sleeping, Dinka was still snoring and her lips were always open, but Jen wasn't. Compared upside down when conscious, the lips were unceasingly open even if sometimes just to hurt him.

He leaned over, took a sitting position on a mattress that he had not bought for long. Darren feels guilty for a moment because he can't give Jen the same life he left behind, but for her to make Jen more independent in order to keep her from looking less pleasant people feel more important now. She must be able to make Jen a precious and steel-hearted woman.

"Love you, Jen ..," he said. While only the capital of love in his heart that he can give to the girl. The rest he will try slowly himself and maybe with his wife.

***

Two in the afternoon, Jen managed to pull herself up. Next to him was Darren who was also squirming his body.

"Awake? No, no bobo?" The hoarse and slightly sighing voice made Jen sneer, she remembered that she slept with a lump of anger on this man.

Sok feels very innocent, yes .. when he runs out with Tamy.

Jen came down in shuffles, then stepped quickly while twisting her hair. When he reached the door, he turned his head, looked at Darren with his jutek face, before turning and passing.

Darren ruffled his hair, after he finished following Jen until he was no longer seen. "Prophe, Gusti ...," Darren said at his message. Time just because it was too long outside and not coming home as promised this morning, Jen was angry with him. Somewhat funny it feels, when it feels like being a husband who is restrained by a wife.

Darren asserted his laughter, "It's very possessive of my wife."

Jen, who had just returned from the bathroom, sneered at Darren who was still smiling on the bed.

Must have thought Tamy, .. basic!

Jen growled until her handbook was tightly packed. So annoying. He exhaled his breath so upset that he could no longer bear it. His eyes were still fixed looking at Darren who seemed to still be engrossed in daydreaming until he did not realize Jen had entered the room.

Very frankly, anyway ... basic not sensitive!

"Wait at best for a year, until we part. You just resumed your relationship with another woman." A line of sentences are spoken as usually as possible so that there is no impression of anger there. However, anyone who hears also knows, Jen is being overwhelmed with jealousy.

Darren raised his head, he was surprised. Oath to all the pleasures of the world, he was unaware of Jen's presence in this room. Too engrossed in imagining his efforts so that Cio-Yang-Lain will soon be present among them, as Excel says. Of course he would like to, if possible before this year, or at least at the end of the invisible agreement that they already said. Actually, he never thought about farewell.

"relationship? With another woman? Mama and Dinka you mean?"

"Who the hell do you mean, Jen?"

"Not to be discussed anymore! I'm tired ...." His widened gaze toward Darren, he threw it away. His eyes are getting wet. He was confused about where to go, here and there stuck, forgetting that this was not his home. Until finally, he just turned his body to the right and left.

Damnit damnit!

He glanced at Darren who was still raising his eyebrows. Surprised, Jen swept through the room until she reached the familiar suitcase in her eyes.

He ran small, then impatiently, he opened the suitcase. Eyes sparkling. At least he can wear decent clothes.

"You're taking this home?" jen asked as if she had forgotten she was upset with Darren. He took one of the clothes and put it on. Darren only smiled slightly in response.

Sometimes honesty is also a problem and lying can avoid problems.

"How do you look?" He decided to say that. He has no power to lie.

"Thank you ..," he said sincerely.

Darren could only sigh and say 'hem'. This woman is very magical, even her curiosity about who Jen meant has not been answered, even Jen has recovered from her anger. He did not even bother to persuade Jen not to sulk anymore. Huh!

***

Myung is in Dinka's arms, the cat is indeed very spoiled on Dinka. Dinka's hands endlessly caressed the back of the head to the cat's back.

"Yung, we take a mami hairdryer in the room of the sister, yes .. later can be tangled songong and spoiled if later in the hands of his wife," he murmured near Myung's ears that flicked as kekelian.

Dinka's steps lightly impressed quickly approached her brother's room door. His hand bent ready to knock, but he puffed out when he faintly heard a high-pitched voice in the room.

One year ....

Other women ....

Split ....

Dinka sharpened her ears, she even inserted her hair behind her ears, then placed it on the door leaf after releasing Myung.

"... be patient, another year you're free together."

Oh My. I swear by whatever he's got, Dinka almost fainted hearing this. So they got married because of an agreement or something. Right they're just messing around with this wedding?

Dinka staggered backwards with widened eyes in disbelief. He did not expect his brother would do such a thing, something that would definitely make their parents could die suddenly. Until he hit the door of his room, Dinka just stopped.

Her sister couldn't have done that.Surely Jen was behind all this. Chief Dinka began to do the cucocology of the recent series of events. For a while, he finally realized one thing. Her brother is a victim. Yeah, just a victim, a victim of Jen's selfishness.

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