Husband Setting

Only Exams

In the end, Jen takes the cold teacher and takes her to Jeje's gallery to save herself. Darren said he had arrived from traveling with Tamy. He wanted to clarify what really happened today. Something is not right with the two of them. Ah, I don't know, if this is just him who doesn't know Darren or Tamy is like Ranu. And then, didn't they ever talk about 'almost getting married'.

Gusti, what is this exam called? Test feelings? The household exam? Or a maturing class where experience is the teacher.

The rain soon fell as Jen looked up at the sky with a bag of food for Darren.

Jen pushed the glass door that could be pulled and pushed it until it gaped swallowing her body. One of the officers greeted him, as usual.

"Pak Darren upstairs, Mom .." he said, bowing his face. I don't know who taught the clerk here to call her 'Mother'. Is that how he is?

Jen replied to him kindly, well, how else? Upset was free, the officer was just an extra little upset that made Jen pump patiently.

"... why not be careful, .. who wants to ask for your food!" the voice that was supposed to come out of Jen's mouth was even spoken from another woman. A woman who's nothing to Darren.

Jen's eyes were getting hot when she saw her husband was tired due to choking on the food he was enjoying. Behind a door that slit the size of half Jen's body and face, her misty eyes watched as Tamy was paying attention to Darren.

"Drink first ...! What are you thinking, anyway?" tamy said as he patted Darren's back.

Jen turned and came down when she was no longer able to hold tightness in her chest. Like it seems. Jen's steps swung fast until she stomped hard.

"Sir, please give this to Mr. Darren yes, it looks like he's busy!" Jen hands over the bag that has since become an outlet for Jen's jealousy.

"But, Bu—"

"Please tell me to spend it." Jen swooped quickly, and passed quickly so that the employee would not see her tears.

"Darren, it was like I saw someone coming." Tamy glanced at the sight of something passing by from the front door of this room. But he didn't see who it was.

Darren puffed his cheeks with the mineral water he used to relieve his sore throat. He had just choked on a sauce mixed with sambal that he thought could make his appetite back. All day, his mind was filled with thoughts of fried rice that he had peeked out from behind the kitchen door, when he was about to leave again. He was too busy with some orders of his mother and three friends who participated.

Looking at two dishes with reddish-brown rice, and an exotic-colored egg due to maturity, this morning, he was haunted by guilt. Jen could have gone back to sleep after her grueling act earlier this morning, but she chose to refresh her body and prepare breakfast for them. However, instead of eating a mouthful, he immediately left. And Jen, I hope she's not angry, seeing his wife take him away. Ah, hopefully.

"Rpa ... Miss Jen was here, delivering this. Ms. Jen told you to spend it" said the woman Darren had just realized had been standing in front of her for a long time. He's just daydreaming.

"Home home, sir ...."

Darren was like being snatched by a whip with a flash of lightning when he heard this. Jen may be worried about her, but seeing her and Tamy in the same room, she misunderstands. However, did Jen get it wrong because of something like this? Jen knew exactly how she felt all along. And he knows exactly who Tamy is. Did he say less how he felt all this time?

Darren came down hurriedly and pushed the door wide open, but he found no one there. It was even as if Jen was reluctant to leave a trace of her scent here. It's like this place Jen never came to today.

"Jn ...."

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The dizziness was immeasurable as Jen drove her car on the way home. Maybe because the whole day has not eaten so the head and stomach hurt.

Jen was breathing rough, she had no intention of getting sick, so she turned her car into her family's hospital. He needs an examination. Maybe his heartache has a cure there.

And, yes, sure enough .. his blood pressure is low. But he refused to be treated, enough headache relief. He was conscious, all because of the burden on the heart as the ringleader.

As the drug is in hand, Jen rushes back to the parking lot where her car is parked haphazardly.

"Jen ...," call someone who makes Jen turn her head.

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