My husband is not gay!

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Canteen, canteen,

Ana and Andre were eating while joking, actually this was not something they had never done, but the atmosphere became a little different when they had already accepted each other. Ana instead looks more awkward, usually she is the most relaxed. Many times his face flushed red as Andre teased him. Fortunately the atmosphere of the cafeteria was quiet, of course the hour had shown at half-four in the afternoon.

"So the deal is forfeited huh?!"

"Hem, "Anna nodded while feeding food to her mouth.

"Why does there have to be an agreement?"

"Aren't you the one making the deal?!"

"Huh? Oh yeah!" Ana patted her head.

"Why try?"

"Because Om is gay, would Om not want to be betrothed also because he wants to cover the disgrace as a gay!"

Uhuk uhuk uhuk Andre choked when he heard Ana's answer.

"Drink, drink" Ana offers sweet iced tea for her husband to drink.

"Ana, uhuk, I think you're better suited to being a novel writer!"

"Huh?"

"Where there is such a rich, ckckck, my wife this imaginary power is very high, even though sometimes too late to think."

Ana narrowed her eyes looking at her husband.

"Who are you saying you're thinking too late?"

Andre shifted his eyes.

"That's not what it means, you're smart but sometimes you like to fantasize."

Ana narrowed her eyes, even more,

"Darling, cobain, the sotos are delicious,,,"

Andre offered a soto soup with pieces of meat in it, hoping his wife would forget what he said accidentally.

Ana stared at the spoon in front of her mouth.

"Aaaa" finally Ana opens her mouth following her husband's command.

"Em, good as it turns out, less pain doang," Andre breathed a sigh of relief, he had thought his business would be long.

"Oiya Om, so why did you want to be betrothed?"

"Ah, that,," Andre was silent he thought for a moment, if he said it he was afraid his wife would be angry, didn't they just get better.

"Why the hell?"

"Later malem I told, now finish the first meal," Andre did not pay attention to the whining Ana who asked him to tell her, Andre did not want a story, Andre did not want to tell, but if he tells her now and it turns out something happened to his relationship, it will be difficult to persuade him because this is still in the office environment, he said, so he chose to tell it at home and he would choose the right words not to offend his wife.

"Ana tumben you want to come to the office, bring food anyway,"

"Oh that's because, my God! My food???"

Ana pats her eel, she forgets the food she left at the reception.

"Here it is, the meal is cold, it may have been thrown away as well as the receptionist."

"Well, yeah, that's it,"

"So why?"

"What?"

"Why do you want to come here, bring some food anyway,"

"Oh, mas Sakti called, he said Om didn't want to eat so I was asked to come, so I could persuade Om to eat,"

"Ah, pantesan, it was Sakti who asked,"

Of course he didn't really think that his wife did take the initiative to come to him and bring him some food, but when it came out of his own wife's mouth, Andre was a little disappointed.

"All right, college?

"Well, let's go straight home, after we eat,"

"Aren't there any jobs?"

"There, let Sakti handle it, if there's anything urgent he'll bring the file home,"

"Hm,, uh,,,"

"You want a way?"

"Huh?"

"Four hours more,,," Andre caught a glimpse of his watch.

"You want to tell the story? Em, may," Ana replied with a smile, she was amused to hear it, as well as making her heart beat a little fast and this feeling she liked it because now she did not need to hold anything in her mind, including her feelings for her husband.

"Why?"

"Nobody," Ana lowered her gaze while holding back a smile.

Andre smiled at Ana's behavior, the warm feeling he always awaited was no longer an empty hope.

Night

Ana falls asleep in the car, too tired to open her eyes. Andre didn't wake him until the car was parked right in front of the main door of his house. Andre rushes out of the car to carry Ana in.

"Mas, you just got home?"

"Weni, what are you doing here?"

"I'm worried because you haven't come home yet."

"You've been waiting for me outside since?"

"That,,,"

"Next time you don't have to do it again, come in it's night,"

Andre paid no heed to Weni, he carried Ana into the house.

Mang Imam swiftly took over the car to be parked into the garage. While some art is ready to help bring the goods of his employer into the house and open the door.

"Sir, would you like dinner?"

"No need for us to have dinner, just bring some warm tea,"

"Okay, sir," an art man walked into the kitchen while the other one was ready in front of Ana's door, opening the door, and after the two masters entered he followed to save his second bag and went out of the room and closed the door. Weni who saw what Andre did to Ana was furious! It seems like starting tonight, they will actually be one room, aaargggg! How'this?! What am I supposed to do?' Weni walked back and forth in front of Ana's room which also had Andre in it. Weni did not know that since the beginning Andre and Ana had indeed slept in the same room. Suddenly an art who made a warm tea for Andre came.

"Mr Weni, how can I help you?" As the door of the room was blocked by Weni, the art finally opened its voice.

"That's tea, make Andre?"

"Yes, Ma'am,"

"Let me take it in, you go back to the kitchen," Weni picked up the tray from the art, she then went into Ana's room.

"Mas, I'll bring you some warm tea, will I take you to your room?"

"Why are you, where's bi Mirna?" Andre, who was ready to open his shirt, said that Weni suddenly entered without knocking on the door.

"Mbak Mirna's got something to do, so I'll take the tea, I'll take it upstairs, okay?" Andre frowned.

"Just keep it there, you can come out now," Weni fell silent.

"Why? Is there something you want to say?"

"Mas, have I prepared your nightgown in your room?"

"Thank you, next time you don't have to bother anymore, I'm going to sleep, you better get some sleep already at night."

Finally inevitably Weni had to go out of the room. He finally did not manage to get Andre back to his room.

'fuck, I didn't make it, how's this? If they continue in the same room, sooner or later something will happen between them.' Weni walked while thinking.

'ah! Why worry, even if something really happened between them, it was not impossible for them to get a divorce, ' a fleeting smile was seen on Weni's face.

'Ana, you can be happy now, let's see until when you can survive beside Andre, because in the end only I will stand beside him,' Weni walked towards her bedroom with a hint of a calmer feeling.