Husband Setting

Oh, Wife!

During the session, until now, Darren was working uneasily, he periodically contacted Jen, but there was no reply. And when she called her mom— she said, Jen hasn't come back yet. Where's she?

"You've come home, .. Maybe he's back." Seeing Darren's confusion, Tamy understands that Darren is worried about his wife.

Darren who was speeding to finish his work, cleared his throat. Reduces the unpleasant choking feeling in his throat. Yeah, thinking about Jen makes her neck hurt all the way to the heart. As much as possible calm down, but still his brain was a mess.

"Nowgrace! I'm gonna finish this, and then I'm gonna go home." Darren lifted his head from the extremely long report in front of him. "You handle the rest, yes ... the holiday starts tomorrow only!" Her smile curved faintly, as Tamy rotated his eye bead. He hopes Tamy will obey his wishes after he does what Tamy pinta. "dealing heart and bini are always urgent, Tam!" He chuckles when he sees Tamy curling his lips.

"Back sono!" Tamy's hand pushed Darren's arm until the man's body staggered to the side. The tone was a little upset, but Darren was right. Darren has been doing what he wants all day, and well, it doesn't matter if he gives up a few hours of vacation technically, anyway, tomorrow he can have a happy holiday for up to a week.

"Thanks, Sistah ...." Darren grimaced to see Tamy pursing his lips. He knew that Tamy was just pretending to be upset with him. Then he pressed a sheet of paper with a board into Tamy's hands. "work it right, Jeje's home in the next few days."

Darren chuckles to see Tamy has to get dizzy when he reaches the end of his holiday and he still has to do extra work because of Darren's interest . Oh, shit that guy!

"It's a good thing he's my boss, if you don't .. I've—" Tamy sighed. "It is ..," he said, shaking his hand. Then he sat down on the chair that Darren had left behind. Dealing with suppliers is troublesome.

Tamy gnawed inwardly, but he only sighed as his form of impingement looked at the unfinished report sheet by half. What could she be, after what Darren did for her all day? In addition to understanding.

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For so long, Darren was alone at home, Jen was so angry with him that she ignored all the calls and messages from him.

"Jen, where are you, anyway?" His phone lay next to him, hands free of spoons, ruffling his hair violently. Clucking repeatedly.

He was finishing Jen's fried rice this morning after heating it up, as a form of apology for the neglect of his wife's business today. Jen may have been trying to be his good wife, as evidenced by several pieces of post-it cards embedded in the refrigerator door, containing step-steps making a variety of simple dishes.

And what Darren only realized was that his attitude towards Jen last time must have made Jen uncomfortable. Then the last misunderstanding he had not been able to finish. Ah, it's his fault, or his misfortune.

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Darren greased his tired body on the couch after getting tired back and forth like a debt collector waiting for his debtor to come out. Fretfully he weighed the bad good if he asked his in-laws. The shadow of chaos that arose between the extended family made Darren swallow his hopes wryly. His head that seemed to explode was propped up on the sofa so it was not strong to withstand the burden.

The roar of the car broke Darren's daydream, he darted to the door in one blink of an eye. That's how fast he was on Jen.

If Darren's intention is worrying, maybe for Jen it's a form of judgment. And Darren doesn't want to make Jen feel more upset and angry at her.

Jen stared flatly at Darren at a glance, she grabbed her husband's hand, and kissed the back of his hand.

Darren was relieved to smile, but when he was about to rub Jen's head and kiss his wife's forehead—that he intended to hold Jen, Jen just passed. Leaving Darren empty until his eyebrows shot up and his breath slammed heavy. Also called kel.

Darren followed Jen to the kitchen, he interrupted.

"The fried rice I heated and I ate it all, but .. the milk is still in the refrigerator, my stomach is great, full of good fried rice made by you, Yang."

The hope was futile, Jen just swept a glance across the kitchen and passed into the room. Still without a sound.

Darren sighed again, in cuekin gini bat yes, it feels! Hadeh!

"Hand, home I've cleaned up." He pushed Jen's shoulder that did not resist at all to the bathroom doorstep. Turning back to the closet quickly picked up a towel and attached it to the door that was almost completely closed.

"This is the towel." Next to his hand held the door and the other held out a towel. "it's too late, take a shower not long." He smiled, and his smile was countered with a hanging gaze. Yes, Jen replied lazily and did not care.

The door splashed slowly, making Darren gawk. It was terrible when Jen silenced her.

It's better for Jen to vent her anger, say everything, so she knows which one is wrong? Which is fatal and which can be forgiven. Oh, wifey! Darren just bit his lips bitterly.

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