Husband Setting
That's How Important He Is
When the lunch hour had passed, Jen sat restlessly behind the steering wheel, thinking there was only Darren. Even so she remained cheerful as usual, helping her in-laws wholeheartedly. His task was to increase it felt, after helping his mother make several flower bouquet orders, now he had to deliver his mother shopping at a store that sells equipment to make a bouquet of flowers. What Jen caught from all this was that most of those who ordered a bouquet of flowers were the wives of her papa colleagues. Jen suspects something, but she lets it go, she memorizes exactly the way Harris Aerospace works. Silent and silent.
"Son ...," call Desy while holding Jen's shoulder.
"Eh, yes, Ma ...." Jen flinched, and she didn't have time to control herself, "sorry, Jen daydreamed." She did not even see her mother-in-law get in the car. What was the potion last? It was also possible that his mind had been a bit chaotic all day, so to focus was very difficult. Darren.
Desy just smiled in response, he himself did not mind, he quite understood that his ex-child was also exhausted.
"Do you know where Darren is ...." It may seem inappropriate if he lives on one roof, but instead asked people who are different houses. However, did she have any other option but to ask this woman who gave birth to her husband? After repeated calls but no response, the message contained how anxious she was to her husband, but absolutely no master replied.
Jen continued to drive, without asking where they were going next. While Desy, he was checking the grocery list, the goods were missed.
"He's looking for flowers for Tamy ...." Desy drew his gaze from a paper sheet containing a list of groceries, "we go to the flower market first, son... there is still something you have to buy again there."
For Tamy?
Jen nodded, then turned her steering wheel towards the flower market not far from where she was now. Jen swallowed all the questions and her sense of regret again in one piece. In his throat like there is a rock that is very difficult to push in, instead want to pop out.
For Tamy again? How important is he? Until I'm ignored? Whoa ...!
Jen involuntarily let out her cynical smile, clutching tightly onto her steering wheel. He needs a grip, he needs an impingement.
Jen again tried to contact Darren while waiting for his mother to shop, but it was still the same as before, Darren did not answer. However, Darren replied to his message, saying he was still delivering Jabir and Bhishma to the workshop before returning to the gallery.
The abundant emoticons of love seem meaningless to him now. In his eyes, Darren was just playing with his feelings. After his heart began to cling to the man, after he began to be comfortable when talking to the man. And now .. everything has to be like this, just because of Tamy. Yes, Tamy .. that woman!
Jen growled, involuntarily pushing the steering wheel hard and her heated eyes began to shed a clear liquid. "You're worse than Diego, Ren!" his sobbing was upset, then biting his lips so that his crying would subside.
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"Jen ... eat first, yuk! Mama laper, here." Desy placed her last shopping item on a wide table that filled half of the small room at the side of the house, it seemed like this place was a former store or something.
Jen just nodded, and with her breathing getting heavier, Jen followed her mother to the dinner table.
"Maybe Darren doesn't eat at home, Jen .. It looks like the gallery is very busy today." Desy takes the dishes to Jen while Jen is washing her hands in the kitchen.
"Oh ..," Jen responded. Not knowing how he should respond. He really felt neglected.
"Guramenya for you alone, son .. later for Darren mama make again only."
Jen raised her eyebrows when she saw such a big gurame just for herself. Seeing the shape of the fish and the size, Jen shuddered. Yeah, if Darren can definitely eat that to nothing, but him? Of course his stomach won't fit.
Instantly his hunger disappeared, changed the disgust that set up his hair. "Mom there's instant noodle soup?"
Desy who was taking rice for her herself turned towards Jen who had not sat on the chair yet.
"I feel like I want a cold, Ma .. want a fruitful and hot," he said as the wrinkles on his mother-in-law's forehead began to flourish.
Desy, of course, initially thought that Jen had only pretended to like her cooking. And the incident when he saw his daughter-in-law making a nasal sound, thinking that Jen was tired and did not like to help him, but Jen's words just now inevitably made Desy feel guilty. Perhaps, Jen was not happy to refuse his request. Hasn't Jen said since morning that she's been lazy driving? He should have been sensitive to the code from his son-in-law.
"There is, but the taste of onion chicken .. will you?" Desy pushed her chair back, raising her body half-standing, but Jen immediately held it back.
"Let Jen take it for herself, Ma .. Mama continue to eat." She gave an awkward smile and passed towards the drawer where her mother kept the food supplies.
"Don't eat noodles often, dear ...." Jen, who had walked into the kitchen, stopped and turned to face Desy again. "You need good nutrition when you're sick, not instant noodles. After all, for those of you who are preparing your body for pregnancy, instant noodles are not good for your uterus."
It's like being on a broken glass bridge, under which thousands of hungry crocodiles are staring at you. Going forward wrong, backing down is also the same as not surviving. In addition to silent silence, until there is a rescue heli that extends the rope ladder towards him, then pulled him up.
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