My husband is not gay!

Mrs Andre

The gate of a house was opened wide by a security guard, he lowered his head as the master's car passed. Eventually the car began to enter a house with a large garden. Until the moment the car stopped in front of Ana's entrance was still asleep. Intentionally Andre did not wake him, he will noisily again if he woke up, thought Andre.

Mang Imam swiftly opened the back door of the car, until both employers came out perfectly he closed the door and took a small suitcase in the trunk, as well as a backpack and laptop belonging to both employers.

Two middle-aged women stood in front of the door that was being opened by one of them.

"good night, sir" he said.

"take the suitcase to my room, Bi"

the employer's instructions led the housekeeper to carry a small suitcase and a backpack and laptop following the employer who had already entered his house.

"must I have dinner, sir?" ask the other artist because time has shown eleven o'clock at night.

"just make the tea warm, bring it up" Andre replied without stopping his steps.

"well sir" after getting his instructions the art walked towards the kitchen.

Andre walks into his house with Ana in his arms, at a glance he sees Ana's face begin to frown. Soon he will wake up, hopefully not much protest, Andre thought. Ana felt her body drift away and she opened her eyes.

"hey!" Ana wakes up in Andre's arms, once again feeling like she's about to fall and reflexively hugs Andre.

"where you going?" Ana asked as Andre had just arrived in the living room.

"would you sleep outside?" Andre answered him with a question, if he answered honestly then it was certain that there would be protests.

"can't answer anyway" Ana pouted for not getting the answer she wanted, she then loosened her arms when she felt her position was safe.

"tumben didn't ask to come down?"

"uh! consider it a compensation for my achy legs" Andre smiled, he thought his wife was getting used to his existence, or perhaps had already accepted him. Because for these four days it seemed like Ana almost never refused her treatment.

Ana comes to her full consciousness, trying to recognize her present place, the spacious and magnificent house, with items she thought were very expensive even for a small vase of flowers. 'ckckck! the house of the sultan, eleven twelve kayaks the same as Lee min hoo's house in The Heirs!' Ana shook her head which made Andre estimate what his wife was thinking.

"alright! welcome home, Mrs Andre"

The deg!

'mistress Andre?!' Ana repeated the last words that Andre said. He was silent still digesting what Andre said.

Andre started climbing the stairs one after another.

cluttered cloth

The sound of the suitcase being tipped by art made Ana turn her face towards the origin of the sound, she looked at a middle-aged woman who looked troubled carrying several items at once.

"get me down" Ana pinta.

"why? not asking for compensation?"

"that's my suitcase"

"no! no need! let me just take it, my feet don't pegel!" Ana starts to move asking to get down. Andre took a deep breath 'I should have been more careful when carrying him so he wouldn't wake up'

"keep An quiet, you can fall later!"

"eat down!" Andre seemed to begin to understand what Ana was thinking, his wife could not bear to see the art that carried many things in her hands without anyone helping. Andre sighed, only four days they had been together but he had started to be able to read his wife's mind.

She stops her steps, Ana thinks she will be taken down from her sling.

"Bi, just keep the suitcase there, just bring the backpack and laptop" Andre told the art of course with Ana still in his arms and he started walking back.

"uhuh?" Ana gawked at Andre's face.

"but sir?"

"just do it and open the door, please."

Art, puzzled by her employer's instructions, began to climb the stairs before her employer and opened the door of a room. Ana saw that there were several rooms on the second floor, only that she still did not know what the room was. Andre walked into a room whose door had been opened.

Ana tries to recognize the room she entered. Andre placed Ana on a mattress slowly, springbed large size with an old ash bedcover, as well as the walls and curtains are designed in harmony with the bedcover.

'room?' He began to circulate his gaze around the room, there was no sign of someone's possession in the room. There's nothing, photos or paintings. 'the room is so big, about as big as my room is the same here in one, ah! it's still bigger than this, is this my room?' inner Ana. He sat on the bed looking at Andre who came out of the room with art who had placed Andre's backpack and laptop on the table.

Shortly afterwards Andre returned with Ana's suitcase that had been left by his art in the middle of the road, precisely on one of the stairs.

"don't you take a shower?" Andre put Ana's suitcase near the closet.

"tomorrow let the housekeeper take care of your clothes, when will you pick up your things at Lia's tea place?"

Andre spoke while walking towards the bathroom and then passed behind the door.

Ana did not answer that she preferred to lay down her body, stretching every joint of her body that had been stiff because of the journey that took almost four hours, moreover, the act of her husband who made her thighs as a bed makes her feet almost unable to move.

"for om-om there is no morality! tempor ieu mah, where tomorrow morning deui lecture! ck!" Ana recalls what happened during the trip that made her feel persecuted by her own husband.

Flashbacks

In the afternoon, the Imam arrived in Bandung using a land transportation that is a train, he was asked by his employer to pick him up. Since Andre decided to return to Jakarta this afternoon, but he was not free to drive himself so asked his personal driver to pick him up. Likewise with Ana who has to return with her campus activities.

They will return to Jakarta after the magrib, because Andre feels bad for father

her in-laws she hasn't met since she arrived in Bandung this early morning. After having time to pray magrib congregation and dinner together finally they leave.

“ma, well, Ana go first yes,” Ana yap mama Meti and Agus' father followed by Andre, Andre, there were not many items that Ana brought because her goods had been in Lia's tea house since the first time she enrolled in college.

“ati-ati ya a, neng if already nyampe you ya”

“iya, ma”

After waving their cars, they began to drive out of the housing complex at standard speed.