Married To Chef Jutek

Jasmine You are Strong! (Pov Jasmine)

[Sir, I happened to pass through there, so I picked you up, if you want to go home.]

A chat from Doctor Rega. If I continue to feel bad I am afraid that one day Mr. Arjuna can think that is not about the two of us. Looks like I should avoid it. I finally sent a reply.

[Sorry, Doc. I'm not home. I can't see my mom today. Maybe next week I can just play there, because Revi is a lot of PR.] send.

I had to lie. My husband's attitude has been different recently. I don't know what's wrong with him? Did I ever forget to pick up the phone, or did I forget to return the message. I've tried checking it over and over, but the results are the same. I didn't make that mistake. The phone vibrated I immediately reached into the pocket of the pants and saw it.

[Okay, Ma'am. If that's how I'll just pick up Revi, it just so happens that the school is the same way the hospital building. It also happened to be lunchtime.]

[Dok, sorry. No need.]

I put the phone to the nightstand. What my attitude has been too excessive on Doctor Rega. Why do I feel like I'm looking for an opportunity to meet with you?

Astaghfirullah, why do I think bad like this. I rubbed my face and tried to think positively. I've asked Mr. Gus to pick up Revi today. The boy wanted to play with Bunga, he said the flower once promised to teach him to make cakes.

The sound of the bell rang loudly, I immediately got up and checked whose guests were coming. My heart was pounding when I opened the door. Mr. Arjuna is really standing before me. I even rubbed my eyes to make sure. I smiled happily, I took the back of his hand and kissed him. After that, I crouched down to take off my shoes. Sir just shut up, that face was flat expressionless.

"Mas, can I make you some coffee?" ask me to vent. He was quiet, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. "Mas."

"My name is Arjuna. Just call me that."

Like there is a self that pierces in the heart. I looked away, trying to smile even if I wanted to cry.

"Good, Sir. Forgive me." I said in a trembling voice. I went straight to the kitchen. Closing my mouth with one hand, crying.

I remember when I called him Mister wrongly. He'll punish me.

^^^

"So early in the morning, call Mas what fit just woke up?"

"Master!"

The cup! One kiss landed sweetly on my lips.

"Repeat!" her door.

"Master!"

The cup! One kiss managed to land on these lips.

I lowered my head with a smile, made a plan, if he was going to do it again I would stay away soon, so that Master would fall and I could laugh.

"Repeat!" His love kept staring at my face carefully.

"Tu .. "I'm not done yet I'm talking you've kissed for the 3rd time. Immediately I stood up and moved away from him so that he fell forward. And it made me laugh.

^^^

I closed, squeezed this chest and hit it softly. Where is that shade?

I walked over to the dinner table and sat there. My chest tightened under the tormenting feeling of the heart. No more loving gazes, no more soul-winning sentences. Where is all that, where?

Arghh, I cried not knowing how. Why did my husband change like this.

"Darken!" his yell.

I gasped, as quickly as lightning wiped away the tears and met him who was sitting on the sofa.

"Where? Said he was gonna make some coffee?"

"Sorry, Sir. I forgot."

"Quickly, before my coffee-drinking appetite disappears."

"I .. yes." I stammered, soon I went back to the kitchen and made him a cup of black coffee.

Finished making coffee straight ahead and put it on the table. The master returned as he once was, to be a spicy talking and stone-hearted person. Why did my man turn out like this? I just stood there watching him drink coffee while watching TV. I longed to ask, sitting next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

'Mas, why did you come home sooner? Only 20 days you go to work, is there a problem with your job? Are you all right? Did something happen?'

But it was just a wish, none of which succeeded. I turned around, about to go into the room. The heart still wished he had called me, patted the blank on his side for me to sit on and act as lovingly as ever. I weigh my feet leaving her alone there.

'Call me, Mas. Please .... ' I closed my eyes and walked slowly. 'Just once, call me, Mom!'

"Darken!"

Langakhku.

'Alhamdulillah, O Allah, he really called me.'

I opened my eyes and looked back, noticing that his hand was swinging, patting the blank on his side asking me to sit there. Continue and continue to hope, but why did he just shut up, looked at me a long time ago then returned focus to the TV screen in front of him.

"Pack your clothes in my room, sleep with Revi from now on!" I bowed biting at the slightly quivering lips and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, Master."

I walked towards his room. Until there packed all the clothes from inside his closet with a cry that was held back. Sometimes I keep my mouth shut with one hand, so that you do not hear my prank. Then I packed all my clothes back there.

'Why you, Mom? What's my fault?'

After all the clothes I had finished putting in the bag, I was about to stand up and go back into the room. But stopped, I saw Mr. Arjuna's clothes, the long grey shirt I had worn and he liked it very much.

"Take that shirt if you like, I won't wear it anyway."

Master is standing on the door lips. I nodded quickly with the increasingly heavy teardrops, I erased the rough and immediately picked up her shirt.

"Thank you, Mister. I've given up this shirt for me."

"Yes. Get out, I'll rest!" He looked at me coldly and left me alone.

A little run I came out of this room, even I had a chance to hit his arm from behind. Can't wait to cry in the room.

Brak!

I closed the door and leaned in there. Body is on the floor. I crouched my face between my arms, crying again.

Asa, are you still hiding in here?

Please don't go, maybe my man is too tired to do that. We're strong! we can get through everything. Please don't give up. Doesn't love only give, not hope in return, not hope in return? so be patient ....

Heart, hold on, I know you're sick, I feel pain too. But, stick with Asa you have. I'm sure you have a reason why he could hurt you, I know my man isn't like that. From the very beginning, I believed he was a good man.

I looked up, stroked my own chest trying to think positively.

'Eat you strong! you're strong!'