Ketosku My husband

KS-27S

Sarah stepped into her apartment with inspiration. He entered and circulated his eyes throughout the room looking for the existence of inspiration.

"Hamm. I went home." he said calling inspiration.

There's no reply. Usually the inspiration will wait for him in front of the tv while watching my emotional soap opera cry.

Sarah walks into the room who knows the inspiration inside. But after opening the door, no one could see inside. There is not a single trace that indicates inspiration has returned home. Not even a bag of inspiration exists.

Maybe direct inspiration to cave. Take a shower first who knows when I finish the inspiration later at home. Think sarah.

Sarah put her bag on her walk to get a towel to step her foot into the bathroom.

Sarah had finished her bath and changed her clothes. Sarah came out of the room with a fresh face indicating that someone had taken a bath.

He took the phone in the carger next to the tv. Trying to send a message to ilham.

To : ilham

Ham's? You're in the cave, right? Why haven't you come home yet? This is malem lo.

Send.

There is a two check mark on the screen hp sarah. Indicates the message she sent has entered her husband's phone.

Sarah put her phone to walk into the kitchen to pick up some snacks to accompany her to watch tv to wait for her husband to come home.

Sarah's show is over. Now it has been replaced by another show. But there was no sign of inspiration coming home or replying to the message. Sarah is determined to keep thinking positive.

Maybe in the new cave rame so inspiration must intervene. Mending I made him a special dinner.so he thought eagerly stepped his foot into the kitchen.

Deftly he cut out all the ingredients he wanted to cook. Smoothing seasoning with cobek. And so forth. It didn't take long for chef sarah's cooking to mature. Sarah smiled proudly at the results of her cooking.

Sarah put it on the plate and arranged it on the dining table with flax. He took out his phone photographing his cooking sent to ilham.

Ccrick

To : ilham.

(Wheel only have the picture wkwkk)

Ham I've cooked sweet spicy squid to your tribe. Go home yes. Don't go home malem malem. I'm waiting at home.

Send.

Sarah smiled when the message was sent. But in fact, it has long been from him sending photos that his phone does not signify any reply at all from inspiration.The sweet smile that from earlier expands on Sarah's lips began to fade.

In his check again sarah's message column with inspiration. He widened his eyes when he knew the message he had sent so far, none of which was read by inspiration.

Sarah paced back and forth anxiously like strikaan on the doorstep of her room with inspiration. Various negative thoughts began to penetrate into his brain. Sarah's starting to worry about inspiration.

Don't tell me why else. Don't let weird inspiration out there anymore. Don't ever inspire another date with her boyfriend. And there are many more negative thoughts that haunt Sarah.

The ilham position.

He did not go home immediately because there was a phone call from one of his employees said someone wanted to meet him to talk about the cooperation offered to inspiration.

Inspiration to rush his cave manager felt this was a good opportunity to develop his cave.

Who knows, it could be a restaurant. Opportunity no one comes two kalli. So the cave must benefit this opportunity as well as possible. He thought so much that he forgot to tell Sarah.

Actually, that business was done a long time ago. But he still refused to go home. She still refuses to meet Sarah.

Ting

Sounding bunti notification indicates incoming messages in hp ilham. Seen a chat shortcut who sent him a message.

Sarah.

Yes, that message is from sarah. Ilham only saw it without any intention to reply or open want it to feel like he read and immediately reply to the message from his wife. But he felt he needed time alone to calm his mind.

Ilham turned on the music through his bluetooth speaker trying to dispel all the images of Sarah who was in a piggy bank with other men immediately disappeared from his brain.

Inspiration continued to turn on the music for several hours. Feeling a little good he turned off the song that had accompanied him.

Not long heard the sound of incoming message notification on the phone.

Stand off

Who else if not sarah. Sarah sent a picture of the food that had been arranged neatly on the dining table.

Inspiration to see the photo and read the short message even though only through a shortcut chat without opening directly.

(Ahh basic husband and wife is the same. The same thing if in the same bribe called food)

A smile of inspiration rose on his lips. She knew Sarah was cooking for her. She knew that Sarah had made a special meal for her. Sarah cooks her favorite sweet spicy squid. A smile of inspiration expands perfectly adding a level to the look of a hersyandi inspiration.

Without replying to the message of sarah ilham immediately clean up his work. Walking hurriedly towards the parking lot of the car with a smile that was still expanding on his lips.

He turned around the city to find a flower shop that was still open to buy his favorite sarah lily. Inspiration found. Although the distance is far away and must rotate it gladly to do so to bribe the sarah in order to forgive him.

He felt guilty about ignoring Sarah from after school until now. He regretted ignoring Sarah because he was upset to see Sarah earlier without asking first. He felt it even made himself tormented by the longing he made himself.

The flowers in the message are ready. He pays and enters his car, gasing into the apartment.

Ilham forgot that he had not replied and still ignored the message from sarah. She doesn't know Sarah's worried right now.

An hour passed. Inspiration just arrived at the bestmen apartment. He stepped foot a little in a hurry by carrying a lily in one of his hands.

When he opened the apartment door he widened his eyes in shock when he presented the scenery that was in the eyes. He saw Sarah sleeping in the living room chair with a bad position. The head on the edge of the chair almost fell. Hands touching the floor. Feet in the backrest. Along with the typical snoring of sarah while asleep.

Really emezing my wife's sleeping position murmured with inspiration while shaking her head in amazement.

Inspiration to put flowers on the living room table. She carried Sarah to the room and put her down gently and slowly afraid that Sarah would wake up.