MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

39. Trying to Start a Conversation

On a clear morning at 7, between the anxiety of thinking about Rian's condition, as well as the worry of imagining the worst possible that I can get as a final decision from Evita...

Just caught through the corner of my eye I can see the attitude of my wife is currently as charming as the figure of Monalisa in the famous classic painting. Sitting quietly and calmly hugging a small handbag in front of his stomach, focusing only on the road ahead there, not wanting to be influenced by the slightest attention or steal to see me towards him.

Already not dressed in anger, it was seen by the beautiful face of Evita since 1 hour ago, when without a word he followed me into the car and sat neatly after installing the seat-belt.

Mercifully. Nor is it sour, not cold, not indifferent, not making any meaningful distance apart from just displaying the strike.

So yeah, that's okay.

Once you've sat next to each other, I'll just continue the application of 'forbidden to talk to each other while driving' him.

So we started driving in a quiet atmosphere. Even if talking can only be about Rian, okay yes already, about Rian only.

Rian as one of my twins has been diagnosed from birth with immunity and weak lungs. I don't know how much time we've taken him away for treatment since then. Fortunately, every time he fell ill, he was always able to cope and pass the pain well.

Very mature and independent. Rarely is heckling or fussy. Very understanding as if he understands himself to be so, considering there is no mother that he can expect to devote attention to him, when he is sick or when he is looking to sulk.

One of my sisters-in-law who has been closest to Rian, as if stand-bye is providing themselves by trying hard to fill the void in Rian's heart will be the absence of the presence of a biological mother.

Through the maternal care and affection that Sapphira always lavished upon my children, especially upon Rian.

Oh yeah, speaking of my sisters-in-law...Lydia has obviously ascended the throne as my sister-in-law. The younger sister under him went to bed to be my wife, and the younger sister under them both will soon follow the lembangan.

The more days Sapphira and Irfan increasingly intense discussing towards marriage. Agree not to linger dating, maybe at the beginning of next year they will have a wedding.

I do not need to be surprised to respond to the closer the relationship between the two of them because after all, indeed they have found each other's hearts in accordance with the criteria desired by each.

Plus, Irfan is a figure of a man snacking and full of maturity, Safira who is cute to shoot is really very suitable to be compared with him. And from myself, it has been from the beginning I support the relationship of the two of them, not a shred of doubt in guessing someday Irfan will certainly rise in rank as well as my sister-in-law candidate.

Hopefully they can both get married...

While my own wedding just went 11 today? Yeah, it's still at 0.01% on stability.

Right now my marriage is entering the first phase of its exam period, with Evita who continues to silence me, not yet impressed to melt her feelings.

Makes me want to not want to follow first what he wants, while waiting for the development in which direction the next silence-at-home we will end.

This morning in a casual dress, my wife behind it looked fine. Looks quite comfortable decorated with thin makeup on the face, dress up white t-shirt paired with dark blue jeans.comfortable, if you remember last night he has clearly been so draining of energy in returning my love.

Yes he prefers to present himself looking fine throughout the start of this journey. Just focus more on the front there even though you realize very well occasional glances of my eyes or glances of my head that at a glance it is on him.

Entering the 20th minute of the journey that is still in vacuum, of course I began to be approached by boredom. Over time so dull also to be quiet like this, without a piece of word thrown from one of us interspersed.

So all right, let me just try to start the conversation.

But wait, try to think for a moment, what theme should be suitable to be triggered as a conversation opener? My words at that house alone, which Evita had interrupted?

'about what happened, please keep it a secret in front of them...'

Hmm.yes this is it, although the point still grazes on that theme.

'Evita.about what happened between us, can you, I mean please keep this in front of them after we meet them later. You can?'

"Ehm...Evita..." Due to the impulse of guilt, I became this cool to face my own wife, "Actually I prefer to drive while we occasionally chat..."

Ouch, even this theme is coming out of my mouth.

Old Evita just responded. He wants to respond. Mercifully. Although the response still seems flat, a short crack before giving the authorization, "Just up bang Hari."

"Why don't you like me driving while chatting?" I asked while looking at Evita without neglecting to see the road I would pass between the right hand controlling the steering wheel. The left hand selectively handles the gear lever, following each of the two feet steadily on the gas pedal and brake pedal.

"The rules are already like that. Not allowed to chat with people who are driving. Inviting danger. Could disturb the driver's focus."

Obviously, Evita is not against me just applying the forbidden setting of driving while chatting it.

And..heyy, notice, my wife is already interested in breaking the silence. Goodgood. A good start.

"That's right, too," My beards, "But I want to be excluded. I've had 22 years of experience driving a car, I think I'm good enough to focus even if I'm driving like this while talking to you... I want the two of us to occasionally talk on the sidelines of me driving like this, Evita. Because I love hearing you speak, your voice, between this noise and this traffic jam..."

Evita glanced at me, "Yes it's just like that."

"Yes that way? You mean from now on, if we're both in the car, we'll talk?"

"Hm."

"okkey. In the copy."

"There again?"

"There again?"

"Evita..."

"What's wrong. Just anyway. From that moment, my brother acted like that. I want to say something but hold on. That's what it is, right? Yes, by the way, what else would Hari say."

Dumplings...

"I'm not holding back. I don't really want to talk about anything."

"Lied."

Yes I lied.

"Seriously."

"It's a lie."

"Well, if you don't believe."

"Well, if you don't want to talk."

"What if you..You said something?"

"Nothing to say."

"Related?"

"What do you want to hear from me?"

"You know exactly what I want to hear from you."

"Not knowing."

"Then, try to say something. Anything. Whatever. Because I really want us to talk."

"What for example?"

"You've only been mugging a lot of my words and questions since we got home. Remember?"

"Ohh..last?"

"Then?? Oh, forget it --"

I know, I can feel, Evita smiled without having to make sure I saw her. Smile dikulum. Before he turned his head out the window next to him.

The nature or character of an Evita, sangaaaat good at keeping his feelings hidden.

But once he expressed his feelings, pillows and bolsters flew.

"Don't look at me like that. It can be dangerous."

"You're done..."

"Yeah.yes I'm fine. Well, I want us both to talk about it, but later. Yes okay, I will keep it secret in front of them even at any time... Dann yaa, I forgive.bang Hari."

Aaaahh..finally...

Cold sounds in the ear. Like being splashed by a basin of ice water on the head...

My smile slowly became perfect.

Make me suddenly want to stop the vehicle on the side of the road and lay my wife down along the seat of the car seat, of course in the back seat, then back to make love to her until she repeated again issued a groan and des*han is spawning it. As I began to exert pressure for the sake of that sharp urge on him...

Heyey... Fokuuus, Primary Day. Back on your steering wheel.

"But that doesn't mean I let bang Hari fuck me anymore, no, I don't want that anymore."

"?????"

My big smile was instantly extinguished.

The shadow repeats the beautiful memories of my long and deep swing inside Evita, which brought her to the top and then experienced a release, until it ended with her drooping limp.

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