I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

FORTY

I hummed a little while cooking food for my beloved wife. Whistling concoct seasoning. Make a menu of Japanese cuisine, Gyudon and yakiniku. I smiled at Purnama's request to eat Japanese specialties, but we had stopped in front of a Japanese restaurant. Earlier, I was a little confused when looking for ingredients for the menu which turned out not many markets sell this type of material. Luckily at the supermarket the third time we went to sell all the ingredients.

And I know, Purnama wants to make it harder for me. He's testing me again. But it doesn't matter. How hard my wife has given me trouble. I will continue to accept and live it with pleasure. Demi could melt her heart. To get back together with him. Whatever I'm gonna do.

A few minutes later, my cooking was ready at the dinner table. Just call my wife who is still in the guest room. I take a deep breath. Again, I had to persuade her to return to the room with me. The faint corner of my lips smiled sinisterly. Mocking myself.

Look, Elias. You kicked him out of the master room, didn't want to room with him. Now you will beg him, to room with him.

Many times I exhaled rough breaths into the air. It is still hard to admit my defeat at this time. Shrugged shoulders. How else. The full moon is the only center of my world right now.

　

　

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My lips unceasingly formed a small smile at the sweet figure in front of me devouring my homemade cooking. Come to think of all my cooking - which I once cooked for him - he ate it all. Can I be a little arrogant. Who doesn't like my cooking which is almost in the class of restaurant chef cuisine. I used to cook by myself. I chuckle amused at my own rendition.

“Slow-slow, Darling. All this cooking is just for you. And if it's less, I can cook it again for you.” I stared lovingly at my wife. My right hand held my face. Right now it's just me and Purnama. Edgar, not joining us. He prefers to sleep rather than eat.

“How do I cook, how good?” ask her for her opinion. The words were spinning in my head. That question was Purnama who asked me. And I always answer them with a sharp tone. Said the cooking was bad. Just touching a little of the dish. Even so, Purnama never absent one time cooking for me. If you remember it, there are always deep regrets when I remember my abusive behavior towards him.

Samar I exhaled a sigh of relief. Thankfully, even though his heart was angry with me, he still ate my cooking. Not like the old me. My eyes turned to the plate. All of it is finished. I smile. Glad my cooking was devoured by him.

Purnama standing. He pouted a little and saw me smiling at his empty plate. He knows the meaning of my smile.

“Don't get me wrong, Elias. I finished your cooking because I am hungry now,” kilahnya with a ketus tone. Get out of the kitchen immediately.

If I don't remember my wife being angry, I almost laugh at her. The expression on his face was clearly different from the words from the sides of his lips. My wife is funny. Said I didn't like my cooking, but spent it all. Good though. At least he's not keeping a lot of prestige in front of me. Pity also with the baby if it still maintains its prestige.

I quickly cleaned the dining table. Washing all kitchen utensils. Then immediately follow him to the room. Yes, I will try to persuade her again to go back to sleep in the master room.

　

　

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I took a deep breath when I was in front of the guest room door. A little nervous and doubtful. My hand is up knocking on the door. It was the third time my wife opened the door. My face grinned wide at him; pouting and throbbing while stroking his stomach.

“Why?” As usual, he spoke very short and straight.

My eyes dimmed at him. “Sleep in my room,” my door is no less short.

“No want!” The full moon slightly raised the volume of his voice. I rubbed my face and sighed imperceptibly. The answer that was already guessed from his mouth.

“Honey, please just this time yes,” persuade me by holding his hand. The full moon didn't shake him as usual. There is a chance to persuade him.

“Sayang” also asked for more certainty.

“Sayang, please. I'll do whatever you ask, how?” I gave her a choice, hoping she would sleep in the master bedroom. Do not forget to add with a clear facial look so that his heart melts. I know, my wife's the kind of person who's easily touched.

“Whatever I ask for?” The full moon raised one eyebrow, stared fixedly at my eyeballs, searching for the truth in my eyes.

For the sake of her coming back to me, whatever I do. Nodding half-heartedly, for I don't know what consequences Full wants from me. I hope it's not strange things.

“Good.” Purnama grinned. I smiled with relief as I frowned to feel bad thoughts crawling through my head.

　

　

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I looked alternately at the pillow and blanket in my hand with an empty face. Sipped my salivary many times. Then he glanced once more at the sweet face of my wife who displayed a flat expression.

“Darling, are you sure?” I grimaced.  I looked at the sofa in the corner. Yep. I was told Purnama slept there. Lucky Purnama didn't throw a pillow, like I did to her.

Purnama tried to wake up with his bloated body, a little distress. Leaving his body on the bed. Both of his eyebrows knitted upwards, looking at me sharply.

“Why? Not want? All right I'll be kem-”

“OK, I understand.” I hurriedly cut the sentence. Where could I let my wife go back to the guest room. After much effort I begged her, and spoke kindly to my sister-in-law to exchange rooms with my wife. Edgar can laugh at me.

And the sofa. Rather than sleeping in bed alone. Better to lay your body there. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face while carrying out my next plan, when she was already sleeping soundly.

I began to lie down on the sofa uncomfortably, because of my large body. I pulled the blanket to the chest. I tilted my body to the side, to clearly see the peaceful face of my sleeping wife. My eyes did not blink a bit at his face. Back my heart expanded happily, even my lips were pulled upwards forming a smile. I can't wait to hug her body, and stroke her distended stomach. I glanced at the wall clock. Still long.

Exactly twelve o'clock at night. Purnama is still asleep. Looks safe. He won't wake up. Opening my blanket. Set my foot on the floor. With careful steps, I approached the bed. Lying my body beside him. Very carefully I moved his head to my arm. With this close, I could hear his regular breathing.

Still smiling - as if it were clinging to my face, not fading for a second - felt my wife sound asleep in my arms. Even now, without realizing it, thrust his head into my chest. I held my breath for a moment. Neutralize my heartbeats getting louder. Afraid that my wife, who was asleep in my chest, woke up to the sound of my heart beating.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Purnama was not disturbed at all. I very carefully lifted his chin. Closer his face to my face, leaving only a few inches. My fingers caressed his face. I miss him so much in my arms.

Kuelus his eyebrows alternately. Clamped nose. Exfoliating her cheeks that are a little fat because they are pregnant with my son. And lastly, turning to his lips, caressed him for a very long time. I smile with excitement, the things I can't do when he's not sleeping, I do now.

I chuckled a little when Purnama was not disturbed in the slightest by me. I pecked his forehead long ago. Down, kiss his nose, and lastly kiss his lips for a long time. Not even once, but many times, until her full lips swelled a little, and my heart felt a sense of satisfaction.

I clenched my two hands on her waist. Peeling his smooth shoulder, then stroking his stomach. Greet my baby there.

How are you here, son. Please tell Mommy that Daddy loves her very much.

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