Husband Setting

Not the Neighbor's Car

Darren and Jen look at each other with different kinds of understanding. While Darren understands the direction of their conversation, while Jen only thinks that their parents are funny and like to joke behind their words that seem serious.

The two of them escorted the departure of the papa, while speaking softly. Of course the car his father meant was a new car in front that he thought as belonging to the neighbors, but if not mistakenly caught, his understanding said that the car was theirs. This disturbs Jen so much that she takes this opportunity to ask Darren.

"So that's our car? Not a neighbor's car let alone a reader's car that is placed on our home page?" She looked at her husband who didn't seem to know what he was reacting to.

Darren took a breath and threw it away quickly before replying. He really felt like he had failed with the surprise he had so desperately prepared. Tau gini I just brought home without having to bother crammed on the bus and hit BMX.

He was only able to say 'yes' and nodded his head with an unusually irritated expression that could not be hidden.

"Well ... This abis we can't take the busway again donk?" Jen was amazed when seen from the look in her eyes, but there was a disappointed tone at the end of her sentence. This made Darren pull the corner of his lips faintly.

Jen who stepped slowly stopped, "why not a motor? It's cheaper and better to take it alone." He looked at the back of Darren who had passed him.

Darren came to a stop and turned his head with a face that frowned in astonishment. He was amazed at his wife's sometimes unexpected thoughts. Usually other women will cry, sulk, the drama of the fight is amazingly draining emotions and energy, but Jen is different, she even looks less like this surprise. It looks like the truth, but maybe he's not showing his feelings, afraid of offending maybe. Or he's just trying to appreciate someone's effort.

"Is he tired of his life? So the theme of a regular folk date is her choice?" darren's mind was still glued to where he stood.

Jen runs over, worried that her words offend Darren, so she immediately replicates. "I mean, not that I don't like the car, I like it. If you want, there's a car in the house, we just take it. .. it's in my name, my own work." She took her husband's hand, looked at the man with her lips folded deep, so worried. She was terrified to see Darren silence.

"Ren ...," she called slightly to shake her husband's hand. "... don't be angry, plis .. yes-yes! I won't say anything more. Yes, we'll use your car! Sorry!" He lowered his sight. Intrigued by her husband's reaction, but afraid this creeps mischievously all over Jen's guts.

Huh! Wearing me this? Why are you so afraid that Darren gets angry?

Darren summed up the smile, taking this opportunity to kiss Jen's hair that was just below her chin. His fingers filled the sidelines of Jen's fingers that were hooked on his arm.

"Why choose a motor?" Darren's question, which was beyond expectations, made Jen pull her head that was originally attached to Darren's chest. He sparkled mixed with disbelief as their views met. As his bead scanned Darren's face which looked the same as usual, he widened his smile even more. There was no aura of anger or upset tone from his voice. Flat as usual. Even if Jen has no problems with her eyesight, she faintly sees a trace of a smile on her husband's lip line.

Darren raised both eyebrows together with his chin, as if demanding an answer from Jen.

Jen opened her mouth, then closed it again. His brownish-eye bead spun around looking for answers that seemed to be recorded at every corner of the eye.

"Yes, let it be cheap! Easy, practical, fit for both of us. And ...." Jen paused her speech, her smile crawling across her cheeks. Let me hug you, he continued in his heart.

Jen shook her head, then her smile jolted away. "Just don't need it yet ...!" get it fast.

However, the red tinge on Jen's cheek made Darren not going to believe it. He just throbbed and grabbed the back of Jen's neck, bringing the woman's head under her chin. "Wear it, yes, although not as luxurious as your car, although it does not suit you, but it is one of my concerns for you, for your convenience. Okay ... don't get rejected .. I know you didn't ask, but I want to give."

Jen was seeping tears in the eye. She was overwhelmed by what Darren did for her. "But I don't want to burden your life, Ren .. I should have done a lot for you. I often trouble you."

Jen wrapped her hands around her husband's waist, pushing her closer to him. The reply was that Jen got a lot of kisses on her head.

Jen is still teary-eyed when looking up, no longer teary but mirrored Jen's eyes at this time. Her lips were shaking to say something. But Jen was too embarrassed, so she turned her head back to her husband's chest.

"Jen loves Darren, right?"

Jen ber'hiks' ria on her husband's chest. He nodded and said 'yes' between tears and a shortness of breath.

Darren returned Jen's embrace while rubbing his wife's back.

"So Jen's gonna go with Darren?" ask again.

"Yes ..," the issue is raucous and unclear.

"Don't be angry and not be obvious anymore, yeah!"

"He uh ...."

"And don't ask for any more safety, yeah!" whispers in Jen's ears. Give birth to tickles that spread on the nape to the lower back. Jen squirmed slowly and pulled her body away.

"If it's .. I'm still scared, Ren .. I'm still scared!" He lowered. Better to be honest than to be honest and everything's fucked up. He wants to learn first how to be a good woman, a good wife, a good daughter-in-law, then a good mother. He didn't want the sequence to reverse. Mother first, then daughter-in-law, then wife. That's often it, isn't it?

Eits, Jenn! Black box with brand oo1 still sealed loh! wkwkwkwk!

"Yes .. It's okay." Darren rubbed Jen's head with a smile on his lips. Jen does not know or may not realize or she just hopes that the seeds are repeatedly sown in her stomach do not be a baby just yet. Darren laughed happily, but he also apologized to Jen. She believes Jen knows, but she's not ready.

But in the heart of whatever happens he will be ready to embrace Jen in their difficult happy condition. If Jen's fierce alone he is able to face, then Jen's gala only needs a hug and a shoulder as a backrest.

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