Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 29
From Milan, the next province is Venice or Venice. Still in Italy, Wira took his wife to stop in a city known as the city on the water. The city built on lagoons and small islands is famous for its canals and romantic atmosphere.
Throughout the eye, Wira and Naina are presented with views of the gondola through the city canals.
“Nai, you like it?” ask the Wira shortly after the two had sat on the gondola, enjoying the view of the city of Venice accompanied by the melodious hum of the gondolier aka the rower who drove them around the small canals.
“Hmmmm,” muttered Naina, tightly hugging her husband wrapped in a thick winter coat. The sun was so stinging, but the winter wind gusts were bone-chilling.
“Cold?” tanya Wira, could feel the tight embrace of the wife as if craving warmth.
“Ya, Mas.” Naina still hugged her husband's waist tightly.
“Come!” The man took down the zipper of his coat and opened it wide, letting the wife into his arms and holding Naina in her thick coat.
“Begini warmer?” asked Wira, peeking softly at the head of his wife.
“Ya, Mas.”
“This is nothing compared to when we travel to Japan - Korea. Nai remember?” ask Wira.
“It was Nai's first trip in the winter, Mas.”
A week in Japan, Naina only spends time in bed. Roll up in his warm blanket. It was a truly amazing experience. One of their most memorable honeymoon trips. The hero must warm his wife all day. And Naina will not protest must serve her husband at all times, because it became one of the powerful ways to warm each other at that time.
“Remember. Nai always remembers every second of our togetherness, Mas.” Naina looked up at her husband, stealing a kiss on the lips of the Hero. The woman's cheeks flushed red like a boiled crab when it was discovered the smiling paddler was looking at her.
The hero of course laughed, understanding the situation his wife was going through. “Leave it alone, he is tired of seeing couples kissing.”
Naina surprised.
“Nobody will care. Just like we kissed in Paris. Remember as we kissed along the way, no one would care. Want to try it again here?” tawar.
Naina shook her head timidly.
“Come, this is not in Malioboro.” Wira smiled, reminiscent of the embarrassing thing they did five years ago. Caught wet pedestrians kissing on the edge of Malioboro Street, in one of the corners of a slightly covered and hidden street. Just highlighted the yellowing street lights on the side of the bougenville plant.
“That was our first kiss, Nai. A lifetime Mas will not forget it.” The smiling soul remembers it.
The punch landed on Wira's chest, Naina's cheeks growing red every time considering how shameless they were.
“Do you know, Nai? After returning to Jakarta, Mas could not forget the kiss. Sweetness still feels on the lips, carried away dreams almost every night,” stories Wira, frankly.
Naina again looked up her head, looking at her husband's bead in the eye to find the truth.
“Yes, for that reason too, Mas asked mama and papa to propose to you as soon as possible, Nai. Though Nai just graduated SMA.”
“Huh!” naina grunts, faithfully remembering how rushed Wira was when she asked her aunt.
“Until Nai has no chance to continue college,” continued Naina again.
“Don't remember anymore, Darling. He doesn't allow you to go to college. Nai was pregnant at the time.” Wira said sadly. Given how they struggle to have a baby in early marriage. It is not Naina can not get pregnant, all this time there is a cause for Naina's miscarriage.
The more here, the desire is no longer their priority. Wira and Naina choose to enjoy and interpret the household in different ways. Moreover, the age of Naina who is still fairly young, there is still a lot of time to print the next generation of the nation. This condition makes the two not demand each other. Just trying and praying, the rest of the couple spent more time together, filling it with love, jokes and laughter.
The hero had already lowered his head, slowly approaching the red lips of his wife who was just polished lip moisturizer. In a matter of seconds, the two lips had already fused together with two pairs of eyes that were closed together. The grip on the waist of the Hero tightens, as the kiss deepens. Naina could feel the two hands cupping her face gently.
A few minutes sharing his breath and taste, Wira let go of his wife. Whispering quietly in Naina's ear. “Je t’ aime”
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After that, they will visit the Vatican and be the last place before leaving for Jakarta.
That night, after a day of enjoying the city of Venice, Naina was seen sitting on a couch. Enjoy the view of the city of Pisa at night from the big window in their hotel room.
The woman had just come out of the bathroom after half an hour of soaking in warm water to unwind.
“Nai, you are not hungry?” ask Wira.
Naina shakes. “Tadi afternoon, Nai ate a lot. Tonight I will diet. Almost two weeks here, Mas really pamper me.”
“If not pamper Nai, then Mas must pamper whom.” The hero walked closer. Stand behind Naina. He peeked at his wife's forehead with a slightly bent body.
“You're happy with me, Nai?” ask the hero suddenly. The man had asked for a place, so he could share a sofa with his wife.
“Yes, Mas. Very.” Naina answered. Put his head on the thigh of the hero. The atmosphere of the night was very romantic, the dim hotel room with sleeping lights made the atmosphere warm.
“Mas always puts Nai first above all else. Even on top of their own work. Nai knew, in Mas's life, Nai was the main one. How unhappy is Nai living with you, Mas.”
Both hands are holding each other. “From first getting married, Mas never changed. Mas always made Nai the most important part. Even Mas always relented, choosing to obey all the wishes of Nai.”
The hero fell silent, digesting the sentence that came out of his wife's lips. “Nai .. suppose one day ... Mas is not as good as you think, whether Nai will forgive Mas,” asked Wira. His right hand stroked the smooth cheek of his wife who was currently lying on his lap.
“Depends .. what is the error.”
“If .. had Mas ... had another wife what would Naina do?” tanya Wira hesitated.
Naina frozen. Hurriedly got up to sit down and put the back of his hand on Wira's forehead.
“Mas fever?”
“Something hurts?” ask Naina wonder. The question sounds funny and strange.
How much the hero loves him, he can see and feel clearly. Not even her husband was acting suspicious. Every time he travels, he always takes him. Never wanted to go alone, always offered to come along.
Never come home the night for no reason. More often to go home on time. There's always time for him. Whenever he asked, the Hero would lightning-quickly meet him.
“When is the date, Mas? Online's? If dating directly seems impossible. Every day Mas clings to me,” Naina said confidently.
She never suspected her husband. And there is nothing to be suspected. On her husband's phone there are no secrets, she is free to check them at all times. It contained Stevi, the secretary and her two in-laws.
Her husband rarely came home late at night, always coming home late in the afternoon. When does she have time to play girls. In the past, maybe Naina will be suspicious when Wira often duty out of town, but often Naina come along. If not, Stevi will accompany her husband. What to fear.
But in the last two years, Wira has never been out of town again. Her husband decided to send his deputy every time there was an assignment outside the city. If urgent, Naina must accompany him. Otherwise, the Hero chooses not to leave.
“Life Mas it's just Naina, papa mama and work,” cerocos Naina while twisting both hands around the neck of the Hero.
“Do not make it up!” geruti Naina's.
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