Husband Setting

CU 3 — Neighbor Surprise

Jen goes to the kitchen and intends to cook breakfast for herself and her husband. Given the habit of being with his mother-in-law, the first time he did was to cook rice. The first thing Jen was looking for was an object used to cook rice which unfortunately seems like the electronic object is not yet available in this house. Yes, other equipment is still there, but for the refrigerator and rice cooker it seems to be no longer working, so it is eliminated from this place.

"Why not think, anyway? Yesterday in a hurry to move until I don't think that I don't have a rice cooker." Jen clasped her hands on either side of her waist, standing in front of the kitchen table, sweeping her gaze across the surface of the room. Oh My God .. until something like this too he does not understand. Basic, Jen!

He turned his brain, then went back to the room to pick up the wallet. I decided to buy breakfast this time. When she reached the room, she saw her husband still wrapped his lower body with a towel and sat on the edge of the bed with his back. A towel hung on her husband's straight shoulder, occasionally pulling the end of the towel and rubbing his hair. Her other hand was busy propping the phone on the side of the ear.

"The call is more important than the shirt, it turns out, yes," Jen murmured as she walked towards the dresser, where she kept the wallet.

"What flowers do you want?" Darren's voice stopped Jen's hand that was already holding an elongated black wallet that had been with her for six months. Jen looked over with a feeling of anxiety. Who would call and ask for flowers that can divert the world Darren, became her husband's top priority.

"Yes .. but I don't know about Mom either! So you better call mom directly."

Jen had stiffened for a while, her breathing had just passed through her lungs smoothly. People flower pesen, apparently. Jen immediately cheerfully returned and continued her intention to buy breakfast.

"Where could that be? It's not a surprise dong's name if I tell you now." Darren laughed, making Jen wince and reflexively glanced at her husband who did not change his position so that he was unaware of his presence.

"... Come on, you'll know later too. You better prepare yourself so that later your marriage will be fresh, not sick, and certainly more beautiful!"

Jen begins to get upset when Darren praises others for being beautiful. He nodded and got out of the room quickly. His feet stomped in annoyance, until when he opened the front door, he just exhaled and turned around with a sour face.

"Where are the same, love the dreadlocks!" it means at the door that is still swinging.

However, when he faced the yard, there was a car covered with a black cover.

"Ohmaigat ..," exclaimed Jen while tiptoeing backwards. This silhouette clearly showed what, but it had who. Obviously he didn't take his car out of the garage, why is there a car here?

"When you have neighbors?" He circled the car until he returned to the meeting point where he started earlier, his hands began to itch not to touch the object, then peeked by raising the black cover.

"Crazy .. This is a new car!" whisper while closing the cover. "Have this real neighbor, would want to surprise his wife this ... daebak! Sweet they yak!"

He shook his head, then still stared at the car, his feet stepping out of the yard towards the food stall that used to provide breakfast.

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Darren had finished preparing, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long jeans complete with blue shoes with a logo similar to a white check mark.

"Darling ...!" call him when every room he passed felt lonely. The dining room also had no aura of Jen left, even the fragrance of the woman also left no trace in the smell of Darren. Silent.

Darren had to hold on empty, seeing the kitchen completely empty. "Where is he?" Darren circulated his gaze throughout the room, then rubbed his face up to his long hair at the front.

Darren was swift with his steps, he ran forward, but Jen was still not found there. Nothing has changed at all in the car that he closed perfectly.

"Has he not left the house yet? But why is this house deserted? Is he hiding?" Darren turned to his right and left, he stepped over the door frame with both arms. In his heart he swore, if Jen fucked him, then he would snatch the woman unceremoniously. Darren opened every room and place that could have been a gap to hide. Unfortunately, until he reached the back door and the small yard behind the house, he found no one.

"Jen ... Where are you, anyway?" I don't want him to start panicking. He pressed the back door. His mind began to jump.

Darren sighed before turning around and rubbing his face repeatedly. However, he jumped back when the focus of his eyes caught the shadow Jen instead looked at him in surprise.

"Where are you from?" the sergeant is impatient. He immediately rushed towards Jen who walked slowly to the dining table.

Jen put two packs of pecel rice, two packs of peyek nuts and shrimp, one plastic pack containing a quail egg prick, and another pack containing fried ampella.

"Buy breakfast ... Where are you going?" answer lightly. He turned around with half his face up.

"Why not say? I'm confused findin you .. pamit cake, what cake." Darren approached Jen without raising his voice. He sat down and opened the package in front of him.

"Other times, wherever permission is first, let me not panic looking for you!"

Jen evaporated her breath, she went to where the plates, cups, and spoons were. Take two of each of those types. "I don't want to bother you anymore!" as reminded of the previous incident, Jen answered her husband sour. "it looks really cool," he continued, impressed grumbling.

Darren was just about to open a rubber binding package of food, he was forced to stop his movement. Her eyes looked at Jen with a pinnacle frown on her forehead. The tone was heard back discordant and false in the melody that Darren had recorded before.

"Whatever the situation may be, you'll be able to ask me to stop first ..," he continued his movement to open the parcels, when Jen had rejoined him at the dinner table. Sure enough, the face pursed its lips, sour and grunted.

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#sorrybox