Husband Setting
Duration, Plis!
Jen pursed her lips to voice an indistinct whistle of her tone and song. Waiting for Darren to come home who tonight seems like he's a little busy at work. Include some canned and frozen food ingredients that still dominate the new refrigerator, a little vegetables, chicken meat, eggs, and fruits. The liquid milk that Jen deliberately prepared for her husband if tomorrow or anytime, her husband did morning exercise.
"Haaa! it's done ...." His hands slapped each other softly with repeated movements. He had filled his kitchen with food, so tomorrow he would wake up early and run the wheels of his household.
"There is less rich ..," he examines kitchen spices, broths, salt, sugar, tea, and coffee. His index finger danced gracefully over the objects. "... what, huh?"
Jen's hand scratched her hair which was suddenly very itchy, when she had just washed her hair.
His eyes were moving wildly in circles, "aha ...," flicking his fingers, he then walked in a carefree motion like dancing towards the room and picking up his phone. She typed something that she sent to her husband.
"Mantep nih ..," Jen muttered while hugging her phone, her body swaying to the right and left while imagining the souvenirs that Darren brought.
Not until half an hour later, the sound of a motorbike entering the yard followed by the voice of her husband. Jen who was watching JaringTV rose with a big smile full of excitement.
However, all of that slowly faded when she saw who was with her husband.
"Thank you, yes, Tam ...." Darren hands the steering wheel of the motorcycle that is not turned off the engine to Tamy and immediately taken over by Tamy with the position of Darren keeping the position of the motor remains standing.
"I'm straight back, yeah ...." Tamy smiles at Darren before lowering his retron helmet glass. But before all that, Tamy sees Jen who appears from inside the house, looking at him with a sour face. Darren who turned his back on Jen's position seemed unaware of his wife's presence.
"Don't speed ..," said Darren a little loudly because Tamy had pulled back his bike, just a wave of hands in return for a warning from his best friend.
Darren twisted his body while pushing towards the back of his hair that had filled his forehead. His smile was still left as well as the former headband saw the behavior of his best friend.
"Well, why is it still outside ...?" Darren was stunned to see Jen hugging the front door frame with a manyun lip. His breathing paled quickly when Jen did not answer him, instead scowling more and more sour. "Why?"
His steps led to approach his wife. His brain kept turning around looking for the mistake that made Jen manyun. "Are you still going to eat this evening?"
Then bring it with 'hem' to eliminate the corrupting impression.
Jen recalled her mother's speech earlier this afternoon, so she took a deep breath and threw it away slowly while shaking her head. She was a manyun because she saw Tamy who was with her husband. I don't know, Jen's always upset to see that guy nice to another woman. Reasonable, right? Her name is husband too?
"Yes, I was forgetful, so not to buy ... have you not eaten yet?" He stretched out his hand as Jen reached for it.
Jen kissed a glimpse of her husband's hand, if it could linger, surely he really wants. Because until now, her heart was still slightly disturbed by the scene of her husband with Tamy earlier. Uh, nyebelin' people!
"Udah, really ..," Jen replied as she straightened her body. "... a shower! It smells like your body." Slightly raise his voice so that the taste immediately goes away.
Darren simply replied 'yes' calmly and left after rubbing Jen's hair. Scan your face down with longing eyes.
Jen went back to watching JaringTV seeing a rerun of a light talk show that was quite entertaining but still slipped some insight. Jen once watched the speech of Dr. Girlyke, who discussed the problem in the household. Especially in bed. Although a little creepy, Jen still put her ears, without letting a single strand of hair get in the way.
Duration ... Jen poked her lips as she listened to this. "Duration is tired, Doc ...," he complained slowly followed the grunt pitched 'heuh'. He immediately grabbed the remote to replace it with another channel. The nerves on the surface of his skin began to tingle.
Chanel is still a Chinese drama as an option. In addition to drakor, Jen also likes dracin and Thaidrama. Their sweetness makes Jen melt uncontrollably, making her brain travel everywhere.
You mean my fierce innocent wife, Inner Darren. He went to the kitchen to make his wife a cup of tea to accompany her night. However, he was so astonished to see the kitchen that was neat and full of new furniture. Out of nowhere he came from, his instinct as the head of the household suddenly pinched. He thought 'shopping' in question is shopping for culinary needs. It turns out that the kitchen furniture is complete.
Can he feel useless as a husband?
As soon as his hands made tea, Darren soon followed his wife on the sofa in front of the tivi. "Let's not cool ...," she bargained with the cup outstretched in front of Jen's face.
Jen, who was laying down on the sofa, looked up and woke up before receiving the cup in a hasty gesture of surprise, "thank you ...." Blowing the red liquid out a glance before sipping it slowly. Her eye beads kept a close eye on her husband's flat, less-than-pleasant face.
Darren sat down where Jen left off without answering her question, but the man nodded as he pressed his elbows to his knees until his body leaned forward. Jen gulped at the attitude of her husband. He nodded his lips in wonder. Then she remembered the wedge in her heart that she needed to say tonight to her husband.
"Em .. I was shopping with my mom" Darren turned to listen to Jen's words. The woman moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, "i kept Ranu ... actually all this time how did you feel to her?"
Jen's head hung around, realizing that her question had somewhat made the atmosphere awkward until her tongue felt strange when asking that, but it was also necessary for her attitude to go forward.
Darren again brought his gaze forward, then straightened his body on the back of the sofa. He seemed to sigh, then sip the tea that he had only played since.
Jen waits for Darren's rather long answer enthusiastically, he ignores the drama which is quite emotionally draining. His life is more important!
"You know, don't you? Why do you repeat the same question?" Darren said it was very cold and flat, plus the eyes did not imply any more warmth. Even floating in frustration.
Uh!
Jen rewinds her body in shock by Darren's statement. "O-yes? When do I ask?" jen's eyes blinked several times while tilting her head, trying to remember, but not remember. "When?" She looked back at the side of her husband's incredibly handsome face from this position.
Darren looked annoyed, until his breathing was violently stifled. "Repeatedly, you're the only one who never noticed!" The man got up with a very rough move towards the room.
Jen stupefied and winked again over and over again. "Did I say it wrong? Why is he angry, anyway?" Jen moved her lips with an incomprehensible thought. His sight was still faithfully following Darren's departure until it vanished behind the bedroom door.
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