Husband Setting

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"Jn ...." Darren finally opened his voice after a long time they were silent with a position of crumbling over a large bed that gave a wide enough distance between them. Jen stretched her back in front of Darren ever since she took a position on this bed.

"Sorry for today ...."

If you think about it again, the fault is so much that he does not know which one to put first. "For last night, for this morning, and for this afternoon. I was really busy and in a hurry," he said without expecting any real proclamation at all. She even hoped that Jen would turn around and scold her.

"I have a job, not to ignore you."

Jen listened to everything, but she was very tired and did not want to say a word to her husband. Never mind getting angry, just saying it feels very lazy, whether it feels like his lips are very heavy to open. Just leave it like this, maybe he is just being sensitive, because soon the period is coming. Usually like that.

"We talk tomorrow morning, Yang. Maybe tomorrow you won't be with me again."

Yes, prepare yourself tomorrow, Ren ... you're finished by me, later! Jen's mind still had time to grumble, even though her eyes were already very heavy.

"Night, Jen ..," she said as she stroked Jen's hair. Then the silence that fills the emptiness of this room.

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When the morning, Darren was awakened by the aroma of fresh bread in the toast and sauteed onions are very fragrant, then when he turned his head, look was already quiet from Jen's breath.

Darren jumped up and ran towards the kitchen. He saw Jen busy making sandwiches and it looked like she was going to make some veggies. His smile occasionally flared up, apparently he was calling through wireless earphones. His laughter sounded crisp without any burden.

"OK, Pa... later Jen will nemenin papa all day, deh .. This Jen prepare breakfast first so that later not complicated at papa's house."

"Yes .. until later, Pa ...," he said again in a hurry. Looks like his cooking was burnt after he went to and fro with incompetence struck.

Darren came and grabbed the spatula he used to stir the onion. "Eits, let me just ... My Lady sits sweetly and will serve me, this morning." Darren widened his smile, blinked one eye, he immediately acted on the stove.

Jen's laughter faded instantly like there was a switch that turned it off. Women always remember that they are in upset mode. Removing the earphones in her ears, Jen responded to the lazy husband. And she passed away from before her husband.

Darren's breathing was so rough it sounded, pumping more patience. The way may be wrong, not taken over, but accompanied and spoken to. Realizing this, Darren could only grimace bitterly with his head turned up. Holy hooch!

Meanwhile, Jen doesn't know what to do, the house is neat and clean because Darren cleaned it last night, then he went to the room and saw the laundry piling up. The basket was filled with laundry and washed it in the washing machine that was placed behind the house, with part of the roof open. Here it is quite beautiful because the flower plants are arranged neatly and well maintained. Uti has always loved ornamental plants and flowers, so Mama Kira has always paid close attention to the plants here. Jen crossed her legs sitting on a wooden chair available there and then playing her phone. Expel the emptiness and discomfort due to Darren.

There was actually another side of feeling that knocked at his heart, like was it natural for something like this to be fought over? It's just a small and trivial thing ... Darren is yours, and whoever that woman happens to be near your husband, it means nothing to you.

Jen rotated her bright brown bead with a feeling of getting worse. Which side should I act like nothing happened? He was clearly wrong about this! Jen snorted her anger, determined not to be easy to soft this time.

His thumb scroll stopped when he saw his screen filled with photos of Mama Desy. In-law calling.

"As—"

"Jen, honey .. You're not papa, are you? I'm sorry, mama just called you, son ... Last night said Darren you came home late, huh?" Desy's words paused, perhaps taking a breath, for his words were said in one breath. "Eh ... Assalamualaikum, dear."

"Waalaikumsalam, Ma ...," Jen smiled, "Jen last night to Papa Rian's house, he was sick, and stopped by Papa Harris' house because there was a need with Excel's sister, Ma ... hape Jen is dead, and Jen just turned it on this morning, so no kngarin, Mama .. sorry, yes, Ma."

"Darren called his dad last night, and he fell asleep after he wrote today's order. If you're not busy, you can, mama's tenin again ...." Desy giggles as a suffix.

Jen weighed for a moment, then replied. "No luck, yes, Ma ... Jen's still a fucking bitch."

Desy says 'okay' before ending her call. Then Jen is back lonely with Vaya connected via chat. The woman is now officially unemployed and she only gets scolding from her mother.

Jen is also just as hopeful as Vaya for them to return to having a busy life. What a busy period, until the hardship of time is a missed tired period.

"Why daydream, breakfast is cold, tuh ...." Jen turned her head, just then Darren put his face on the side of Jen's face and finally, their lips met. Although only a glimpse.

Darren grinned, "Love you, too ...."

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