My husband (Not) is bisexual

Wants to Heal

The sunlight crawled up to the surface. The combination of white and light blue sky colors adds to the effect of the cold this morning. Another thing with Rey's feelings being fucked up. The eyes were swollen, because the crying last night and dawn was still left.

Rey steps into the closet looking for a hijab. She looked at her husband who was busy playing with his cell phone. Suddenly Rey looks like a dazed person standing in front of a closet staring blankly at a neatly arranged pile of hijabs. Not because confused about choosing which one to wear, but confused about how to behave with Zafran.

“Rey, uh ... Deck, daydream?” reprimand Zafran, not since when he stood beside Rey who was staring at the closet.

Rey flirted by herself “Eh, not. Dizziness,” answers origin.

“From earlier called Mother, come out yuk!” take Zafran while choosing which hijab Rey should wear. Instant gray hijab is her choice.

“Mas ..” Lirih Rey called him..

“Iya, mas know. Do not let Mother know our problems right?” tanyakanya.

“Iya... Mas, first. I'll be following.” Rey deliberately told him to leave the room first. He wanted to refresh his face a little so as not to look too puffy.

Twenty minutes later, Rey decides to leave the room. Mother is still busy preparing breakfast, Zafran is seen helping Mother while talking. Shouldn't Rey be helping you prepare breakfast? But, Rey is sure, you understand the current situation. Zafran stopped his conversation when he saw Rey's arrival. So did Mother, throw a shady gaze at the only child.

“Mother, sorry Rey misfortune,” says Rey feels guilty. “It should be Rey who prepares breakfast for Mommy and Mas Zafran.”

“Sit, son. Soon finished,” said mother while arranging some dishes prepared for us breakfast.

“Mother, I'll take Rey to Mama's house can I?” Zafran asked permission from Mother.

“Bby. Let's have breakfast first!” invite mother.

Not much talk was heard at breakfast. Rey prefers to be quiet, when Mother occasionally asks about the taste of this cuisine.

“Tumis this vegetable, Zafran loh made. How's it feel, Rey?” ask Mommy. Rey just glanced at Mas Zafran. Rey knows her husband is good at cooking. Far compared to himself.  Rey does often help Mother in the kitchen, but if you have to cook your own cooking, she will raise her hand. It feels if it is not bland, it must be salty. Dad indeed.

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 Zafran was scapegoating, leaning on the back of the bed. The man closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Although his eyes were closed, his thick eyebrows clashed, a sign he was thinking about something. I pegged at the end, leaving a considerable distance with both pillows and bolsters in the middle. Rey is thinking hard, trying to guess the contents of Zafran's mind.

The newlyweds are still like this. Zafran opened his eyes, straightening the legs that were originally crossed. Staring at Rey with a frown.

“Tadi Mas permission Mother, want to take you to Mama's house. We need to talk, Dek,” he said softly. Seeing his wife still silent, he got out of bed. “Some change of clothes. Mas wait outside,” he continued. Staring at his back, Rey still loved him very much. Rey wishes her husband could recover. Be the perfect husband for Rey.

Rey picks up her phone on the dresser, tries to contact Naira, hoping her best friend has a way out.

[Ra, tomorrow I go home. Someone wants me to talk about it.]

[Well, newlyweds why, here.]

[Tomorrow the story]

Rushing Rey out of the room, Zafran had waited too long for her.

“We ride the motor aja yes, let's ride!” his words were ready on the bike.

“Dek, in front there is a sleeping cop. Hold on a second. You will fall. I don't like to see you get hurt, ” he said. I like to joke with this guy. Don't want to see Rey get hurt? Reality how?

“Wake up to his sleeping police, Mas,” reply Rey ketus. From earlier sitting on the bike, Rey was reluctant to hold on to her shoulders or hug her. The tilted sitting position makes Rey can hold on to the back seat of the motorbike.

The motor suddenly stopped. Zafran shut down the engine, then went down without Rey coming down. He tried to hold this bike to stay balanced. Oh, my God, this is ridiculous.

“OK ... Okay ... I hold,” Rey said after getting a piercing eye from her husband. “Mas Zafran up again spout, I'm ashamed of people.”

Zafran got back on the bike, started the engine, then drove off moderately after Rey held on to his shoulder. She glanced at her husband from the front view mirror and was so focused on the streets. Suddenly he glanced back at Rey from the rearview mirror. “You're beautiful when you're pouting. They want gadoin. Mubazir if anggurin,” ledeknya Zafran.

“Emang I food! Heuh." Rey grunted quietly.

“Food's a necessity, Deck. If you are a darling.”

The blush! Rey is stunned, maybe her cheeks are red now. Zafran is flailing while Rey is disappointed in him at the moment.

 Zafran parked his bike on the side of the road. It turns out that in the trotar there is a fruit ice seller, he asked Rey to go down first.

“Bang, ice mix two yes. Here aja.” pinta Zafran on his brother.

“Begini loh, deck. Mas don't want to talk at home afraid Mother hears.” Zafran spoke to Rey.

“Yes, I get it.”

“Mas wants to heal, Deck. Please help, Mom! After this mas promise will not make Adek disappointed again. If you have to seek treatment or therapy, will mas lasalin, which is important mas can be cured,” said Zafran trying to convince his wife.

“Iya, Mas. As long as you really mean it, I will accompany it until it heals.”

“Mas, promise will be released from Rendi. They belong to Adek completely. Sorry for yes!” zafran said as he rubbed Rey's head. The brother of the iceberg glanced.

“We just got married yesterday bang, sorry for our arrogance yes,” joked Zafran.

Not long after, Zafran's phone rang. The name Rendi was there.

“Yes, Ren!” Zafran answered the call while glancing at Rey.

“Have to be this afternoon?"

“Yaudah, wait.” Zafran closed his call.

“Sore join mas meet Rendi yes,” pinta Zafran on his wife.

Just now Zafran said he wanted to heal, what if he still met the man. Same-sex couples are more possessive with their partners than a wife is with her husband.