Meletoy Husband, Mighty Wife

chap 35's

Hanin walked towards the back door, he pulled the door open. From there, she saw her husband sitting in front of the tent staring at the bonfire. Like something was being thought of.

Hanin walked over, until a few more steps, Henri turned to him. The handsome man smiled very sweetly. Until Hanin's heart beat faster, there was a red Rome on his white face.

Hanin sat on the right side of the front of the campfire, from which Hanin could still see Henri's face from the front. The man still looked at her until Hanin sat down. Then again saw the bonfire in front of him by holding a long branch he played on the wood half of which had been devoured by fire.

"When are you back?"

Henri turned his head, waiting for Hanin to be clearer on the meaning of his question.

"When you're going back to town."

Henri looked at Hanin with a sad face, the look in his eyes was so missed his wife who now though there in front of his eyes, but could not be touched.

"I'll be back if you're willing to come."

Hanin smiled wryly. He rubbed his stomach which suddenly felt tight. Trying to regulate his breathing that began quickly because of the emotions in his chest. Anger at the harsh attitude of Henri who did not want to return and complicate his situation.

"I'm not leaving."

"So is I."

Hanin still continued to rub her stomach. Calms the feeling in the heart.

"Why are you here?"

"Why? I'm picking up my wife, if she doesn't want to come, I'm going to accompany her here...

Even if, you don't want to see me, even though, I have to sleep outside, it's okay. But, let me stay here. Let me take you to midwifery when our child is born. Allow me... Look at his face when he sees the world..."

For a moment they just stared at each other in silence. However, Henri's rumbling stomach made Hanin comment on the small smile. Breaking their eye contact. Hanin lowered his head, then looked at the bonfire in front of him.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Henri simply fell silent without answering.

"I see, there were many mothers passing by carrying a bushel of food. Didn't they get here?"

"They are very kind and understanding." Said Henri with a small smile looking at the campfire with an inexplicable look.

"Oh yeah?"

"You are also good and...."

"And?"

"And I'm waiting for you to feed me."

Hanin laughed that did not reach his eyes.

"I was expecting you to come... When you only stay a little, you just stay away. That's why I decided to... Waiting longer... No matter when... Ye... It's definitely..."

Henri looked at the face of his wife who was already in tears.

"I'm not going to feed you! Keep starving until you die!" Isak Hanin rubbed his cheek.

"Miland ..."

"I won't let you sleep in my house..." Hanin got up from her seat while continuing to wipe her wet cheeks.

"So where should I go?"

"Whatever." Hanin turned her body.

"I will camp in the field if you will."

"No. That's my land, that's why you left me. And you want to sleep there? You're a little embarrassed." Hardik Hanin turned to look at Henri very arrogantly. However, her tears were still flowing.

"Then I will camp on the road ahead. It's not your land." Henri insisted on staying without taking his eyes off his wet wife's face.

"Keep making me look so cruel and evil. Until you're satisfied to see me exiled in my own camp."

"My wife, that's not what I meant..."

Hanin raised his hand, as a gesture for Henri to stop talking.

"I don't care where you sleep, what do you eat? You are cold or not. I don't give a shit. I don't care at all." Hanin started to step back into his house.

Henri looked at his wife's back with a sad look.

"My house key was broken, so I could never lock the door. And today, it looks like I'm mostly cooking, my food isn't running out, maybe I'll throw it away tomorrow.. So redundant..."

Hanin entered his house through the back door. Of course he didn't lock it. Then walk into his room and lay down there.

His heart still hurt, he was still as unwilling as he tried to close his eyes.

The next morning, Hanin opened his eyes, he was dumb and walked out of his room. He smiled slightly to see Henri who was slumbering in the long chair of the living room as well as the dining room.

Hanin looked at her husband's face for a moment. Then clean yourself up. When he returned from the bathroom, Henri was cooking in the kitchen. Hanin simply passed by him after being stunned for a moment.

Tok tok...

"Breakfast is ready. I'm going to the field..."

Hanin's eyes widened, he hurried to walk to the door and opened it. Henri's just a few steps away.

"Wait."

Henri turned his head around, his face looking a little surprised.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Henri shook his head without blinking his eyes.

"We... Breakfast is with me."

At breakfast, Hanin picked up some rice and some side dishes. Henri continued to look at his wife's face. Although thin, but clearly visible he uses liptic and powder.

"You're beautiful this morning."

Hanin placed the filled plate in front of Henri sitting down.

"I... No dressing up for you..."

"of course. You are naturally beautiful, and get more beautiful with thin makeup. Plus that distended stomach, you're getting charming."

Hanin's face warmed up, blushed and embarrassed.

"I don't want breakfast to hear your appeal."

Henri smiled faintly. He then started his breakfast.

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Seeing Henri coming out of the door of Hanin's house, Bu Sum smiled widely.

"It seems you've made up."

"No. Hanin hasn't forgiven me."

"But you are out of his house."

"Aaa, that... Because he didn't lock the door. So, I sneaked in."

Bu Sum smiled seductively, as if knowing that Hanin was still shy to admit.

"Ohohoho, hopefully later tonight Hanin forgot to lock the door again."

After the farm, Henri came home, entering the house with slow steps, he found Hanin sleeping. Henri approached, looking fondly at the woman's slumbering face.

Henri saw Hanin's belly, he was tempted to touch it. His hands stretched out closer, and closer. With his chest pounding, Henri looked at Hanin's face again, lest the eyes open while he was trying to touch his stomach.

"What are you trying to do?" Lirih Hanin glanced suspiciously.

Gegas Henri pulled his hand.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

Hanin corrected his sitting position, "have my masseuse come?"

"Not yet."

"Aahh, my body aches all."

"When you wait, do you want me to massage?"

"All right."

Henri sat down crouching to take Hanin's leg and began to scowl her.

"Your massage is good too."

Henri reviewed a confident and proud smile.

"Of course."

Hanin closed his eyes again. After quite a while, Henri scowled. He looked at the beautiful Hanin. He looked towards the door.

"Looks like his masseuse isn't coming yet." Henri muttered still on Hanin's feet. He looked again at the distended stomach, and again tempted to touch it.

Henri stretched out his hand, as the hand touched Hanin's stomach, he looked very happy and moved.

"I'm sorry dad..."

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