My friend, my husband
46. Not Open to Each Other
Maru arrives first, not looking at Sora at her house. He frowned. Though the first one to hit the car was Zaenal, why is it still not there? Her thought.
“Hello... Sora. Where are you still?” It's a little tart.
“It's still on the road. Are you home? Wait a minute to arrive. “ Sora turns off his call.
Maru waited on the front porch seat of her house, the car entered the yard of her house, a car she knew the owner. Zaenal got out of his car and was about to open the door for Sora. However, Maru stepped on her long legs which had now opened the door for his wife.
Zaenal stared intently, and vice versa.
Sora got down from the car and stepped slowly swept over by Maru. Zaenal took out Sora's luggage and placed it on the chair.
“Still yes..” Sora smiled cheerfully
“Sama-sama. I went home first yes.” smiled and waved at Dora.
Maru looks upset because his wife returned the wave of his hand with a very wide smile.
They stood on the terrace until Zaenal's car disappeared from sight. Both entered the house with their luggage.
“Where were you from? How can I be the same Zaenal?” pretend not to know.
“Aahh.. I stopped by the restaurant first, buy food. Let's not cook. I'm tired.” Showing a spoiled face.
“This... let alone how much of your stuff? Doll?” Still pretending not to know.
“So we played a game. Keep getting this. Zaenal has been great from a long time. Look funny, right?” Show off one of her dolls and also a photo taken.
“Where did you meet Zaenal?” did they make a promise intentionally? The jealousy has not died down.
“I'll make a deal with me at mall G, but I'll go home first. Uh, meet Zaenal, so we both maen first deh.” Keep playing the dolls.
He's talking potluck. He's honest. Do I have to say about this afternoon? I'm afraid he's hurt. Maru's thoughts continued to be unsettled, about opening up to each other.
“Giman met his client? Smoothly? Where's the lunch? Good food?” His facial expression dropped slightly.
“Currently. At the restaurant next to the mall you came to.” Little nervous.
“EEhh.. time? I knew that this afternoon I was with you to eat together. Did you stop by the mall first? You see, I saw a guy like you again shopping with a girl. Your client's a girl?” Sora.
Lies. You lied. Goddamn bum. Sora's heart cursed her husband.
“What are you really cool about? Dapet this stuffed toy? From that moment on smile continued. Is it because of Zaenal?” Showing jealousy.
“Seneng really me. I didn't want to kayak that much anymore. Mostly I'm at home.” Deliberately heat up Maru a little.
“I told you. I'm not calm if you.”
“Aahh.. start again. He's temen me. You are very jealous ama Zaenal.” refutes Maru who began to show his frustration.
You think you're the only one jealous? What I feel now is more than jealousy, I'm hurt. I want to hit you. I want to caci you. Sora's heart was so turbulent.
Maru hugged Sora and kissed her lips.
Dirty, my lips are dirty.
Sora rubbed her lips.
“You just now.... I kissed you. but you, you swabbed?” glaring and back pecking Sora's lips tiled. Sora laughed as she walked towards the bathroom.
Sora continued to rub her lips along with tears.
After the two clean up, they have dinner together.
“Don't forget the day after tomorrow, I'll make you better than today. We shop as much, play games as much.” Reminded him. More precisely shows his jealousy.
Both of them were lying on the bed with their minds glaring. Sora slept back to Maru. He who began to realize turned Sora's body and hugged her tightly. But Sora released him again.
"A swipe of my breath..." Sora complained. Indeed, it felt very tight.not just the breath, his chest was so sore.
Maru looked at Sora's face very intensely, and unable to resist the temptation, she again kissed Sora's lips. While raving...
"I still can't see you as Zaenal...." Breath chopped.
Sora again rejected the movements of her husband, which made Maru a little upset.
"I'm tired..later again..." Sora hugged Maru, drowning her face in her husband's chest.
