Husband Setting

Pollution Love

As interested from his dream, Darren awakens due to Jen's very slow movements. He did not open his eyes, but deliberately burdensome arms that enclose a small body on his chest that is plain. Even more close it.

It felt so hot Jen's body in Darren's sleeve that his entire body was sticky and sultry even though he had changed his clothes with thinner and open clothes. His eyes were fixed on a chest that was ordinary, not framed, not muscular, but still solid and comfortable as a backrest. This body was really made for him.

She looked up, her husband's peaceful face looked unmoved, it seemed like he was experiencing great fatigue. Memory repeats itself, last night was the most intimate and tempestuous time, for him. He was so brave and brave. As if he was conscious, he bit his lip in shame. This is totally insane.

Slowly he pulled his arm and lowered Darren's arm from his waist. He had to get up early like the previous days, though he was still sleepy, but he kept his eyes open.

Jen sat down, and relieved her hand upwards. Once again he turned his head towards that peaceful face, his lips once again carving a smile. Hoping the seeds in his chest soon become buds and bear the fruit of love. I hope that.

Jen came down and combed her hair, tied it neatly, then coated her body in decent clothes. When he turned around to pick up the towel hanging next to the closet, he was startled by a shadow of himself. Strawberry cap as red and as bright as the color of cherries is printed clearly on its front neck.

Jen frowned her lips, forehead, and facial lines together. Horrified and ticklish. The sting of the strawberry stamp was like scratching and scratching in his soul. He rippled, but not for long he immediately grabbed the makeup equipment and closed the strawberry stamp numbering two and a short distance with the foundation. Grinding his voice, he complained about Darren's actions.

"Who loves making love until Gini? Very napsuan, yes .. myself," said Jen while breaking her neck at a glance, and back up straight and tilting her neck, rubbing the foundation more with a twisting motion.

Returning upright, he separated his two hands on his side. Hang your hands in the air with your palms facing up. He sneered at himself, as if speaking to the other side of himself.

"Enak ... who can refuse," he hissed with a mischievous smile. Basic Jen! He remembered the intoxicating soaring feeling.

Oh My ... Jen immediately put the makeup device in her hand on the table. He immediately moved because he remembered he had not had a big bath but had applied foundation. Darren is driving people crazy.

Darren, who had been holding back his smile, immediately laughed out loud as soon as Jen closed the door. He pulled himself up to sit down and continued his laughter. Shaking his head with his wife's behavior. It's just to cover up the real feelings.

"Later my life will be colorful because of that woman. Another mouth is another hearted, but once in a while he'll be honest." A speech that was only a voice in his heart. His stance leaned against the cold wall, both of his hands hugging his own stomach.

"Thank God, my mother is aware of her obligations," she said grateful to see Jen's intention to change a little.

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This morning was too sweet for the newlyweds. For the first time, Jen reached out after fulfilling their obligations. Likes willing to stand up and diligently fold the sarong and hang up his cocktail, then Darren kissed his wife's forehead long accompanied by a kiss full of love. Spit out the whole flavor.

"Honey ..," said Desy who rubbed Jen's back standing with her body swaying. Desy clearly saw a sipu-filled smile and a beautiful pink hue adorning the cheeks of her ex.

"Yes, Ma ...." Jen blinked her eyelids over and over again, then mistakenly picked up a spoon and pretended to be busy preparing tea and coffee. His eyes turned towards Desy but his hands were fingering the sugar container.

"Why that smile? A smile?" search Desy until his face forward asking for affirmation.

Jen muttered a long and deep 'em', then shook her head in doubt. Shame he confessed.

"happy?" cecar Desy's.

Jen thins her lips, then nods. "Slightly, Ma ...," he replied timidly.

Desy nodded and turned her gaze to the ranks of the coffee gift cups she bought at the neighboring stall. Her lips are 'oh' ria.

"It's still been boiling for a long time, isn't it?" asked Desy who Jen was referring to. "We go to the market first, yuk .. shopping ordinary folk style." Desy raised her eyebrows. Persuading his mantra which is considered never to be traditional.

"May, Ma .. but who's waiting for this?" Jen pointed at the pot that resembled a teapot.

"Dinka and Darren are there. They can make coffee and tea." Desy pulled Jen's hand, "if Mama Kira's same to the mole, use the cards .. now we use the pennies."

Jen smiled, "even rarely shopping with mama, Ma .. after having a restaurant is rarely really shopping. Most pesen and delivered to home. Anything at home. Till bosen."

"Learn ..Your mama is very busy, taking care of you and your work. Wonderful about your father, really, even told his wife to work."

"That's it, Ma .. it's your own will."

Presumably Desy, Jen can not drive a motorcycle, apparently, Jen is very good at riding a motorcycle owned by Dinka. They penetrated the still dark streets and the still cold air pierced the skin.

In the market, Jen just followed her mother, carrying a basket and plastic bag containing lots of vegetables and kitchen spices. Jen's eyes are glued to the people who sell clothes and the number of market visitors. The idea came up and seemed to find a way where he had to immediately eliminate the rest of the clothes in his shop after some he donated.

"Son, buy some fish for a side dish." The touch in Jen's hand made his attention shifted from the ranks of the clothes merchant towards his mother who was busy putting the change of money into a sling bag that crossed his mother's chest. Jen nodded, she immediately followed her mother, but Jen's eyes still returned to see the merchant's stall.

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When she gets home, Jen rushes to the room, she informs Vaya of her new idea, and without waiting for a reply from Vaya, she gets downstairs and helps her mother prepare for cooking.

"Darren ran off in the morning, like, Jen ..," said Desy, who arranged her groceries in the refrigerator.

Of course this was something he had just seen today, because before, Darren had always been at home with him. "What is it, Ma?"

"Yes, of course it's true. He's the same Dinka likes to jog to the ball court at the end there." Desy was still struggling with her busyness.

"Oh .. usually at what ready, ma, if abis jogging?" Jen is certainly very curious and wants to continue to learn to know her husband.

Desy got up, in his hands there was liquid milk that Darren used to drink. "This is enough. After a shower, take breakfast as usual. She never had breakfast without a shower. He said his sweat made air pollution."

Desy laughed saying that, Jen did too. Yes, so it is ... Darren is also a pollution to Jen's heart and body. Love pollution.

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