Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 2
Naina tried to calm herself down after gulping down a glass of water that Mbok Sumi thrust at her. Swiping his own chest, then retrieved the phone he had placed on the table. The call is still connected.
“Mbok Sumi can return to room now. I'm fine,” pinta Naina. She did not want to be seen by her house assistant if she suspected her husband.
Naina could hear her husband's conversation with a woman. His brain was stringing words that were caught by his sense of hearing.
“You're okay. Sorry." Samar heard the voice of Wira from the rosegold device with the apple logo left over.
“Ya, Mas,” said the woman is no less gentle.
“I'll take you home. It's been too late, pity Nola alone at home.” Back to the voice of the hero.
“Ya, Mas.” Again Naina could hear the soft voice of a woman. The more Naina heard, the more familiar she felt with the woman's voice.
Naina was still concentrating, focusing her hearing when the phone call was cut off. She couldn't keep eavesdropping on her husband's conversation with the foreign woman anymore.
His heart was beating, his heart felt pierced. Bending her face on the table, Naina's throbbing head held back the pain. She is too bad to think or indeed her husband is hiding something out there, behind her.
All this time Wira looks fine. Every day spent time with her, even her husband was very rarely home at night. Their relationship continued to get along, not fading at all. The more days, the more friendly like ABG who just felt his first love. The possessive attitude of Wira also remains the same, since the beginning of marriage until now. It feels strange that her husband has a chance to feed her out there.
***
The roar of the car breaks the silence of the night. The time on the wall was almost eleven o'clock that night. Before long, there was a clattering sound of the key children colliding with each other, spinning inside the door hole.
Appears tired face handsome man, carrying his work coat. He had to close the main door slowly so as not to wake the whole house. Throwing a coarse suit over the living room sofa, footsteps ushered Wira into the kitchen to fetch a glass of cold water. His throat is dry, it needs cold water.
His heart skipped a beat, his legs frozen in place when he found his wife, Naina, asleep at the dinner table. Laying his head beside the various dishes arranged beautifully on a ceramic plate. The white candle shortened and was extinguished indicating that Naina was waiting for him for too long.
“Honey,” whispered slowly. Guilt dominated, gripping his heart.
“Honey, wake up. Mas go home,” whispered Wira again. This time it gave a light peck on Naina's cheek that was swept in a thin pink blush. Wira chest like being hit by a godam when you see food that has not been touched at all. That means Naina hasn't eaten since afternoon.
“Honey, wake up. Let's eat.” The hero had already crouched down on Naina's side, aligning his height with the wife who was drowning, asleep.
That handsome face could smile in relief, as Naina's beautiful eyelids slowly opened. Flashing was worthy of a Barbie doll until it finally displayed beautiful eyes that made her fall in love and craze for five years.
“Happy anniversary, My dear, Sweet, My Wife,” said Wira, softly kissed the thin lips of Naina who always intoxicates her at all times. The man looks to reach into his pants pocket, like looking for something he keeps in there.
“Any. Where did the prize fall for Naina? Though I have prepared it in advance,” he said in his heart.
“Maybe a fall in the car or .. ah, not possible at his house,” Wira said inwardly.
“Mas are home?” ask Naina, break the reverie of Wira. Naina immediately kissed the back of her husband's hand while enduring the drowsiness. Smiling afterwards, as if forgetting the turmoil of foreign women who accompanied her husband's night.
“I'm sorry, darling,” said Wira, peeping his wife's forehead.
“Let's eat,” invite Wira, pull up a chair and sit right next to Naina. The man nimbly spooned the white rice and the side dish into Naina's plate.
“Mas, already. Let Nai alone,” reject Naina, upon seeing her husband serve her.
“It's okay. I want to serve Mas's wife, on our anniversary. Hopefully every year we are always together until we age,” continued Wira.
After her plate was filled with food, Naina took over the rice spoon plate and intended to serve her husband as usual. Fill the plate with rice and favorite side dishes Wira cooked by himself.
“Already, Nai. Enough,” hold down Wira. He had eaten outside, his stomach was still full.
Naina frowned, astonished. Not usually Wira refuses to eat a lot, especially if the side dish is her favorite menu. In fact, the man will add more portions of his meal than usual.
“Mas sure only this soon?” ask Naina.
“Yes, Mas wants to quickly hug you in the room,” whispered Wira, pulling his wife's waist to sit on his lap as usual.
“Mas should not be too full, Mas must provide a place to devour you, Nai,” continued Wira.
“Mas, release. We want to eat,” said Naina, laughing amusedly as Wira brushed her long hair showing a naked back that was not covered by thread at all.
“You want to tease Mas with less material dress like this?” ask Wira, dyed his wife's smooth back. Naina pounded the kegelian. His body brushed for a moment. Hungry who had been detained since vanished out of nowhere along with the intimate treatment of Wira.
“I can't stand it, Nai. Finish your food immediately. So have the energy to fight with me,” said Wira teasingly. His heavy breath was deliberately exhaled in the ears hanging long earrings with a sprinkling of diamonds.
“Ih Mas's. Don't be like this,” said Naina. Grasping the hand of the Hero who locked his stomach.
“I'm sorry, Nai. I bought a gift for you from a few days ago, but it seemed to have fallen when I had a small accident earlier,” explained Wira.
Deg—
Naina was reminded. The presence of the Hero so make him happy, to forget the bad thoughts that had flown in his brain.
“Mas, what happened? Is it okay?” naina asked, scouting Wira with many questions. The body still sitting on the lap of the Hero turned around, looking at her husband to make sure the handsome man of hers was fine.
“Only small accident, Dear. I'm fine,” said Wira, back to anchor a kiss on Naina's cheek.
“Emmm ... Mas, who was that with? Em ... Nai heard the voice of the woman beside Mas,” asked Naina hesitantly. His head was bowed with hands squeezing each other. Not looking suspicious.
The hero smiled, tightening his hand on the waist of the wife.
“Mas with Stevi, Mas secretary,” replied Wira.
“The story was there was a meeting outside, Darling,” Wira explained again, pinching the end of Naina's pointed nose.
Instantly Naina patted her own forehead. “Yes God. Forgive Nai, Mas,” Naina said. He recalled, it was fitting that the voice of the woman was so familiar. It was the voice of Stevi, her husband's own secretary.
A kiss of apology draped Naina on her husband's cheek. “Nai loves you, Mas Wira.”
“My life belongs to you, Nainaku.”
***
Tbc
