My husband is possessive

11. Clothes Ironing (Part 2)

One night I slept behind her, but I didn't do it on purpose. But Ren is a little sensitive if I sleep no longer want to be embraced by him. It means I'm upset, I'm angry, I'm tired. And that made her feel guilty, even though she was innocent.

“Kakak” Ren wrapped his hands. Pulls me in his arms.

“Why?” I answered immediately. Not turning her back or refusing her embrace, I let it go.

“Sorry” Uh he's sorry, why? Repent and don't want to bother me about clothes anymore.

“Why?” I haven't turned my body around.

“I must have troubled sister ya.” His voice is grim.

“Ia.” I answered quickly before I started to get touched.

“Sorry.” Hugged me tight. “I will try to adjust to the way of life brother. Ii'm sorry. You must be tired, right?”

Wait, why do I feel guilty. Ren started crying while hugging me. I started to feel nervous myself. I turned the body. Buried my face into his chest.  He said again, I'm sorry I felt my heart was uncomfortable. Yes, our way of life has been very different. Ren had been used to living a neat and structured life. His family includes facilitating a luxurious life, compared to me maybe I am very decrepit. We hugged each other like that until we fell asleep.

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“Kakak!”

I jumped in shock as his body landed right above me. My mind is back .  Where am I? I'm in the room right now. Okay, why am I here. Okay, wait for Ren to take the ironing box. Trying to find the groove that happened.

“What daydream?”

He began to kiss my neck, my hair, my ears.

“Stop Ren I want to finish the shirt first.”

Aaaaa, both of my legs have been crushed.

“Where do you think you're going? Haven't answered my question.”

Aaaaa, jeez. Good.

“Thinking Ren” the harder he pressed my legs with his body. I can't believe my answer.

“Aaaa, right think of Ren. When we moved into this house. And that problem is.” I pointed at the crib and also the hanger of the new thrust he brought from the ironing place. Hey, hey why kiss me again, basic . You are ashamed to remember the past. The melancholy perfectionist.

“Kak why keep in mind.”

“Haha, why? If you remember now it feels funny, Ren. If you used to be the innate emotion.”

“I love you Kak, all the things you have I like. Whatever it is.”

“Ia. It. Believe.” I pushed him, but his body didn't move.

“Say.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

“I love you Ren.” I shake my body so she can let go of the embrace. “Get aside, Safina will wake up. I finish the shirt first.”

“I help ya.”

“Bby. Thanks yes dear.”

He picked up the hanging shirts, then put them in one by one. According to color. While I composed the clothes in the box of ironing bude Lastri. What do you think bude Lastri bude no sequence?

It was all over when I heard Safina's crying voice. I went right out to see it. He was already whining sitting down.

“Fina is awake. Let's go to the bathroom first.”

I carried him, afraid to pee. Hehe. “Darling put a shirt bag into the car first yes, we take Safina first before leaving."

“Ia. Which bag will you bring?”

“Tas are brown, enter the same wallet hp me yes.”

“Fina drink first yuk. “ I am confused, what do children routinely do after waking up. Ah he, must be hugged by mama. I hurried. “Honey carrying Fina first yes, I want to take soap and toothbrush. Lock all doors also yes.”

“He Brother.”

I hurried to prepare the bath. Put it in a small bag. They're waiting on the front porch. I'm putting toiletries in the car.

“This let me be the fat one.”

“Let me aja.” Ren refused.

“Alright, Ren deserves to be papa. Is it Fina?”

“Keep discussing it.” Manyun. I laughed while tickling his waist.

Walk for a while, because Safina's house is only three houses away. Upon entering the gate I saw that Safina's two brothers were playing a chase. They never run out of energy. My mother I often saw was exhausted. So when I took Safina, her mom was so happy, helped, she could do a lot of things without having to scream here and there watching the kids.

“Mbak Ayu was Safina bobo at home, so long yes?”

I took Safina from Ren's arms and handed it to her mother.

“I thank you Ma'am Aya, have taken care of Safina. Tidy like this where you going?” he watched our appearance. Actually just a stale base.

“Dating.” Ren answered quickly.

“Haha, want to stay at home mom Ma'am.” I answered quickly when I saw Ma'am Ayu biting her lips at Ren's reply.

Papa Safina appeared from behind, in her hand was a large scissor. Looks like we've cut the plants. During the weekend he often spends time with his hobby.

“Renan here, I want to talk.” When I saw him in his yard. It was like asking people to fight.

“What Mas?” Ren walked up to Safina's papa outside the gate.

I use sign language to ask Mbak Ayu. He just shrugged.

“Then it's good first yes Mbak.” I said later.

“Ia Mbak Aya have fun.” I smiled, even though I heard her tone sad.

I stood at the gate and heard the two men talking.

“For Safina see what's in your house?”

“See what it is?” even back to asking, basic behavior.

“So when Safina came home she immediately said. Can papa cook? I replied with a head-butt she pouted.” Revelation saw me approaching. “Indeed her mother Safina see what in your house?”

“Looks like earlier Ma'am Ayu see Ren cook.” I said to explain more concretely.

“What? Cooky. Can Renan cook?” Not believing while glancing at Ren.

“He's an expert from me Mas.” Answering shame.

“Who said sister's cooking is better.” Answering my words. I just nudged his waist.

“Befit her mother Safina said, anyway I asked for something.” Safina's father is getting upset. “Keep you cooked what?” I looked at Ren again.

“Baked chicken cookery.”

“What! You can actually cook.” Riled.

Finally we were able to escape from Safina's papa after Ren opened his social media. Showing the results of the cooking earlier.

“Till send me the recipe yes.” Shouting again from behind, I who wanted to look had my head held. Until I can only look ahead.

“Don't mind him, let's go.”

Seriate.........

See you on a date eating ice cream.