Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 42
“Mas, this is Nai ...”
The head slowly lifted. The serious and stiff face warmed up, Wira greeted him with a smile and a shady look. Usually, any find that Naina will go crazy. Yeah, crazy for unlimited love.
A few minutes ago, everything was different. The smile-carved face made Naina's chest ache, tight again. The pain is reflected when the husband not only belongs to one, but also belongs to another woman. I want to scream, berate, curse, expose both.
"I know everything! I already know everything! Stop this pretentious smile, Mas!" Naina's screams in the heart.
Still pecking at the doorway, Naina squeezed the end of her dress. Storing a sense that suddenly attacked the recesses of his heart. Uh! If you know that self-defense is so weak, maybe Naina will visit another day. Wanting to cry again it felt, while staring at the twinkle of love Wira was clearly visible in the clear bead of the eye.
“Nai ... You came, Darling?” The hero opens the voice. Leaving all the hassles of work, stepped closer to Naina.
“Nai ..” The second greeting. The hero repeated as he swung his left hand right in front of his wife's flat face.
Finding Naina still grinning, Wira grabbed the hand that was gripping the handbag and jerked it slowly.
“Nai, are you ok?” asked Wira, the look of astonishment dominated.
“Eh ... Mas.” Naina. Hurriedly kissed the back of his hand as usual.
“Nai ... from where?” The hero makes a sound, while pulling his wife in. The man begins to smell a strange gelagat, after seeing Naina's unusual reaction. Like not his wife.
“Nai, are you okay?” The hero asked, after taking Naina's seat to the sofa.
This room feels foreign. Don't know why? Ever since Naina caught Wira's lie, there's been an unusual sense. He felt like someone else, awkward and something changed from him.
“Yes, Nai is fine, Mas. Just ... Nai misses you,” Naina said, trying to get the awkward situation back on track.
“Mas, also.” The hero dropped his ass, sat down by Naina's side. Stretch out his right hand on the back of the sofa. Occasionally play Naina's long hair gently, curling with the index tip. The smell of the mint-mixed fruits was on the nose. A refreshing sensation, attracting the hero to slowly peek at the head of Naina.
“Mas, miss you ... Nai.” Whispering slowly.
That afternoon everything felt different. Naina's sudden arrival, carried an aura of warmth. From the large window of his room, Wira could stare at the mega-mega swaying at the top of the horizon. It's bright! Of course, that afternoon became perfect as Naina's smile appeared before her.
Long both silent, Naina chose to lean her body on the handsome man next door. Hearing the heartbeat of Wira, inhaling the masculine aroma from a close distance. Shamelessly. Linking her spring fingers on her husband's long fingers.
Still trying to make his brain amnesiac suddenly, hoping to forget all the betrayals of the Hero. The woman forced her to spoilt as usual. As if nothing was known of him.
“Mas, Nai wants to eat poor meatballs, which are in front of the office. Could you please get Stevi here, buy her for Nai?” pinta Naina slow down.
“Nai seriously? Want to eat meatballs in front of the office? Nai not having lunch?” ask the hero, frowning. A glimmer of worry, finding his wife skipping lunch.
Naina nodded.
“Mau Buy it?” ask the panicked hero. With the tip of the index finger, move the tip of Naina's chin, pulling the wife's face to look at him. The hero suspects something. Unusual! Since then, Naina had thrown away her gaze.
“Nai wants Stevi to buy him, Mas.” Followed by spoiled skirts.
Smiling and without saying much, Wira called Stevi. He asked his secretary to enter his room.
“Yes, Sir. What's up?” stevi asked, looking at Wira who was sitting in her chair. Her gaze shifted, as the sound of Naina's shoe knocking echoed regularly. The owner of the company approached.
“Stev, please buy me a poor meatball in front of the office, yes.” Naina asked softly. Walk slowly, standing right behind her husband. Bending and embracing her husband. Occasionally give a kiss on the cheek of Wira.
“Mas, want?” naina asked, soft on the ears of Wira. Deliberately showing his affection in front of Stevi.
“Bigger! He deliberately showed it to me!” Stevi. Keeping his clenched hands, holding back the upset behind his back.
“No. For Nai only,” reject Wira. Swiping softly around Naina's hand that locked around her neck.
“Please you who go alone. Can, right?” The tone of the spoiled voice was more intended for Wira.
“Please Stev. You go alone,” pinta Wira, with a pleading gaze upon the secretary. Wira believes his wife is harboring his anger.
“Don't be too spicy, but it should feel spicy. The sauce is not too sweet, but I want a little sweet. Everything is complete, without celery, a lot of fried onions. Fried dumplings should not stamps em .. the sauce should be hot once.” Naina mentioned to herself what she wanted. He was confident that Stevi would not dare to ask OB to buy it after hearing so many of the terms he called just now.
Naina smiled, turning to look at the husband.
“Either why, I'm like cravings, Mas. Even willing to come to you for a bowl of meatballs. Is it okay for Nai to get pregnant again,” said Naina with a loud voice. Deliberately spoiled, fishing Stevi with his messy attitude.
The hero immediately looked. “Serious?” ask Wira. The man's face was shining. Forgetting Stevi, the secretary who was standing pecked resentfully took a sip on the chest.
“Nai haven't checked it yet, Mas.” Naina answered softly. The corner of his eye caught Stevi's obvious change in face.
“Please buy it now, Stev!” order the Hero with his happy smile.
“Nai, are you seriously pregnant?” ask Wira. The man forgot his work, pulling his wife to stand in front.
“Nai don't know, Mas.” Naina replied after making sure Stevi got out of the room.
“My menstrual schedule has been a mess all this time, Mas,” continued Naina again.
The hero nodded in a sign of understanding. “How about we check with the obstetrician again?” So excited was Wira, but at this time Naina just wanted to throw a hot ball at Stevi, and saw the jealous reaction of the secretary. Not seriously craving.
“Ya, later we set the time, Mas.”
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Naina chose to sit in front of Wira, staring at the husband who was again busy with his work while waiting for his order meatballs to come. Observing the movements of the Hero, looking for traces of lies and lies in the face without sin.
“Mas, Nai decided to close the boutique,” said Naina, suddenly throwing a sentence that could make Wira stop its activities.
“How to mean, Nai?” ask Wira. The pen that was tucked in his finger slipped off. The eyes of the two are clashing. They look for answers to questions that dance in their brains.
“Nai .. want to focus on pregnancy program, Nai. Want to focus on taking care of our household, Mas. These two years, Nai is preoccupied with boutique affairs, to the point that there is no more time to take care of Mas.” Naina reasoned.
“So, what does Nai want? If at home all day, is Nai not bored?” ask Wira.
Naina shakes. “Nai will cook, take care of the house. After all is done, Nai will deliver Mas lunch. Every day, Nai will bring lunch to the office,” continued Naina.
Smiling hero. “Mas is up to you, Nai. Whatever it is, Nai decides.”
“Mas allows?”
Hero nodded.
“Nai no longer need to leave the country alone to shop for boutique stock. Nai can accompany Mas whenever there is work out of town. We can spend more time together, Mas.” Naina explains.
The hero nodded again. “Whatever it is, Mas supports all decisions of Nai.”
“Starting tomorrow, Nai will be every day to the office. We'll be together all day, Mas.”
“I love you, Nai,” cut Wira, clutching tightly Naina's hand on the table.
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