Husband Setting

Instinct Without Being Realized

Jen cursed herself who could only resign and sigh under her husband this morning. So that he is still a manyun even though he was so delicious with the complex vitamins that Darren presented to him.

Jen prepared a makeshift breakfast, fried rice, a beef-eye egg that failed in both shape, appearance, and maturity. Warm milk as white as a cloud reflected a thin smoke and sweet aroma accompanied a plate of fried rice that he deliberately put on the plate all at once. Save the container, the same means saving water and energy bills. The apron with a sunflower motif became a hand impingement Jen who needed a rag. Then he simply threw it in the chair he was sitting in, after being satisfied to dry his hands.

When he sat down, he again realized that the seat in front of him was still empty of its occupants. "Hassh ... What the hell, that's done in the room! Don't tell me you're sleeping again!" Jen got back up and walked towards the room. However, when he just reached the end of the kitchen door, his body passed by Darren who was seen propping the phone next to his ear.

"Jen ... I left first yes, I have a lot of work," she said, ignoring Jen's sour-looking face. What's wrong? Some more!

"But—"

The voice on Darren's phone apparently made her husband prefer to answer the call than she.

"Yes, Tam .. I'm on my way. You wait there first, yeah ..," Darren's hand hinted to keep Jen quiet as he answered his call.

"Okay ... wait, yes .. share loc as soon as possible!" After saying so, Darren painted a brief smile.

"I'll take a taxi, you take the car! Mama just called if she told you to go home, but ...," she paused to look at the clock that was curled up in the man's arm. "i'm in a hurry."

A moment! Jen may not think bad, but a watch? Since when did Darren wear a watch on his hand. It looked familiar in his eyes. Whereabouts?

"Okay, honey .. I'm leaving first, don't papa, right?" He rubbed a glimpse of Jen's hair and arched a smile.

"Hope .. nya—" Jen's statement hangs in the air. Darren had darted out of the house towards the courtyard regardless of himself.

Jen thought for a moment and followed the man who had become her husband out of the house, but Darren had reached the taxi he ordered while continuing to talk to his phone.

"... I'll be with Tamy in town B, please handle the job first, yes! If it's not going to be back by noon!" Darren had already put half of his body into the car, but Jen's shadow seemed to be within the man's reach so he turned his head and waved. 'Bye' he said, while continuing to let go of a warm smile as hot as the sun this morning.

Jen looks blankly at the taxi carrying Darren's body away from their home. There was an ambush coldness indistinctly hearing Darren and the other person's conversation on the phone. I don't know what it is, but why is it always Tamy?

He returned with a feeling of uneasiness and uneasiness. Out of town—though not too far too, but everything can happen, right? Does she have to keep hounding her husband? Obviously when he asked about his feelings for Ranu alone, Darren was already upset like that. And now, when he has not had time to clarify everything, Tamy becomes another scourge in the household heresy that is still very weak.

Jen sighed, decided to just drink milk and not eat breakfast, considering the house was so cold for her without Darren. Of course with great disappointment also when Darren is more concerned with Tamy than a warm breakfast with him.

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Jen finally expressed annoyance by not using her car as well. Choose to ride an ojek that coincidentally crosses.

"Thank you, yes, Mr ...." Jen handed the helmet to the motorcycle with a bright smile. Plus her mother-in-law looks from the distance is now running to welcome her.

"Again, Ma ...." She finally had the opportunity to talk after a lot of mama Desy's words that made her confused, then the mother of her husband asked again about 'not bringing a car here'.

However, when she realizes that Mama Desy is repeating her question, Jen accidentally sees the look on her mother-in-law's face.

"Em ...," muttered Jen hesitantly, "does mom need a car to deliver flower orders?" A little guessing and hoping her mom just wants to know if there's a problem with her car. Or maybe another reasonable reason.

Desy smiled with a slight confusion and unsightly said. "Darren was nawarin because, uh .. later mama will use gojek aja, Jen. Mama knows you're tired too." He was a little understood, maybe Jen has another reason that is somewhat hesitant to say openly.

I swear by anything, Jen doesn't know about this so she can only open her mouth speechlessly. Darren had already asked for it, but since she was in 'entah' mode on Darren, so she ignored it with her husband's advice.

With guilt mounting, Jen nervously said. "Let me take it, Ma .. to save time."

"Mom took your nicotine, yeah." Desy would not want to feel guilty, he really made his daughter in distress because of his words. He should not have brought anything up, let alone using Darren as an excuse to get Jen to obey him.

"Absolutely not, Ma ...." Jen shook her head and curled her smile until her white teeth appeared. He had not been able to sit down, so he immediately came out after saying goodbye to his mother-in-law. Just then, Dinka also came out of the house and headed for her motorcycle to go to college like him.

Jen approached to get a ride down the big road, at least it was easy to find a taxi there. "Din .. Can you ride to the road ahead?"

Dinka who was passing the helmet on her head, turned to look with a faded look. A stingy and dislikeful expression filled his face. "I'm in a hurry, take a taxi from here." A knock-off speech as an answer, and a bit of a solot.

"In front it must be easy to find a taxi, if here it will be long waiting." Jen thinks Dinka will understand her urgency, but apparently the girl chooses to ignore her. He starts the bike and turns the direction of the motor without looking at Jen again.

"Din—" Jen felt useless so she immediately pulled the phone out of her bag to call a taxi through the app.

After ordering the event, Jen could only mourn her stupidity this morning. Again, she put on a jealous footing and ignored her husband's orders. In the end, it was even a hassle of its own.

Jen complained of resignation. "Darren, what are you?" In her shadow, her husband had not eaten a mouthful of rice or a mouthful of water, "did he eat?"

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