My husband is possessive

12. Dating (Part 1)

Getting out of our car was greeted with a very comfortable atmosphere. I think this place is very suitable as a place for women's tongkrongan. In addition to its very beautiful place, the sweet food menu is much liked by women. Except in my house, this guy who was holding me was much more into sweet food than I was.

“Welcome, takeway or want to eat here?” a waiter greeted us by opening the door. When the door opened I could smell a very strong sweet scent. The place is really pretty.

“For two people yes Ma'am,” I said, I feel no regret invited Ren here.

“Please,” he let us walk in. “ Want seat private or open area.”

“Privat” Ren replied quickly before I opened my mouth. He had already wrapped his hands around my waist, and pinched my waist. Mischievous.

This place is quite spacious, if we have entered it, and very beautiful. The waiter took us into the side area. Ah, it turns out that here the sofa chair, different from the one in front. The private area seems to be much more comfortable. Do not know there is a price difference or not if we use the usual area with a private area. There is a dividing partition made of a fairly tight trellis, decorated with a winding of imitation flowers. Everything looks harmonious.

“So's like?”

“Hemm, beautiful place.”

“Sofer sister.”

I just muttered to hear him talk like that, but not with the maid who was driving us. He seems surprised. In a true sense, on his face was full of question marks.

“Please Brother,” he let us sit politely.

“Thank you,” I replied politely too.

“There is a promo opening shop Kak, please.” He handed me the menu and Ren.

“What promotion?” I turned the menu back, wahhh the photos are also very good. If it's a sweet-food enthusiast I think they'll darken their eyes and order all of this.

“Discount 10 percent and special gift from our store.”

“What are the terms?” Women smell discount.

“Special discount couple, just a photo of Sister eating food in our store and posting on social media Sister, with our store account tag. The caption can be made as romantic as possible.” Well, the conditions are quite heavy, is Ren willing.

“Marriage book can be prove?”

“Eh.” The waiter was confused, I panicked.

“Just post a photo, sister, no need a marriage book all.”

“Say for proof. We have legal evidence from the government that we are married couples. Enough is. If posting social media photos is not definitely a couple, right?”

This kid is still insistent too, I pulled his hand. Ren turned to me with a smile, like he didn't feel like he was making a mistake. I pinched his cheek he chuckled.

“We order with normal price only yes Mbak.” It is impossible for Ren to choose a discount if the condition must post our photos on social media.

“If the couple is not proof of marriage book yes.” This kid starts again, I know he's just being teased. Because he's talking not even seeing the maidservant. Ren's eyes only looked at me while playing with my hair, he rolled between his fingers.

“Sorry Brother for a moment, I call Sister Rosiana.” He passed away leaving us.

I pinched him, Ren was grinning. “Don't make it difficult for loved ones, he's also just an employee, he must only run the rules that have been set.”

“The end is strange, the proof of the couple is really updated on social media. Don't know what, half the breath of social media is lying all the contents.”

“That's her marketing strategy dear, store promotion means.” I looked back at the menu on the table.

“So want to use big brother's photo for promotion, right? It's delicious.”

Idih, do you believe, there is not one photo of my face on his social media account. Even though my name is in his bio. Even though every post I always tagged. Notif my account is from him.

Explanations and reasons for the rules about social media that apply in my home.

“Indeed Brother wants to show face to whom?” Who am I going to show my face to?

“No follower guys. Private account. If there is a request for friendship can only acc women, that too if you know.” Angry if I like a picture of a guy, more angry if there is a guy who likes my picture.

“I'm Brother's husband, only I can admire Brother's beauty.” Silence mute a thousand languages.

Please stop Ren, I'm not very pretty. You're the only one who said I was beautiful. You're the only one who says I'm cute and adorable. Please stop don't make me ashamed of myself. And finally I just looked hand in hand and looked back in his social media.

The waiter who had entered was followed by a woman. Looks like the manager or maybe even the owner of this place who intervened directly.

“I Rosiana the owner of this store. Sorry for the inconvenience.” No, we should be the ones apologizing for making a fuss.

“Eh, this is Mas Renan right?” Surprised and pleased. Even I'm sure she wants to hug Ren so happy.

“Do you know me?” Reply Ren while looking at it for a moment.

“I Follower Mas Renan. Hehe.” Whaaat! What my husband is. And why are you so happy, like actually meeting a celebrity.

“It turns out to be more cute than the original than in the photo.” Haha, what is this. Okay, I know he's handsome. But is it necessary to praise him in front of his wife like this. O woman.

“Please Mas Renan can eat anything, for free, I am the treat.” Lho why? I don't like it. He took the menu on the table and handed it directly into Ren's hands. Why this, I'm really upset. I'm upset. I'm jealous.

“Hei Ren why are you smiling so much as other women.”

“Do not see again, I do not want free.”

“What was your follower, it is necessary to smile so.”

“You do not realize that you are handsome, especially if you smile. So stop smiling at other women. I'm jealous.”

Huhhh. I wish I could say it like Ren was jealous. I curse myself who can only curse in my heart.

“Ren.” My words hang, this woman in front of me seems to realize that Ren is not alone.

“This is Mas Renan's wife huh? I Rosiana the owner of this place.” He said it with a puffed up chest, proud. Well, this place is really pretty, so you deserve to be proud. “I am a follower of Mas Renan, very happy to meet Mas Renan and Mbak Ayana.”

He, I am Ayana's wife, I want to shout so, that he stops seeing people's husbands with such a view.

“We will pay according to the price of the food we eat.” I finally showed my dislike.

“Ngak papa Mbak, this is really sincerity from me as a fan of Mas Renan.” What the hell, even this is what makes me uncomfortable receiving free food.

“So I like the same discount for free right.” Whaaat! Ren flicked his hand to my chin. He doesn't understand what I mean. I looked at him dislike, he took his eyes off.

“Alright, just take out the special menu here. Can ya?”  You want to die Ren speaks in the tone you used to speak to me.

“Of course I can. But may I ask a photo of Mas to be posted on medsos.”

“Ah, it turns out still have to post our dating photos huh?” Okay, get angry, let's get out of here.

“No Mas, if Mas Renan does not want a photo papa. Just a photo of food and post on social media only Mas and tag our store is enough.” Hey Ren, you're really gonna do this.

“Ren.”

“Good.” Shit, you cut before I talk.

I was hoping we would get out of this place. It is up to the comfortable atmosphere and how beautiful the decoration of this place is. Everything seemed to evaporate and no longer interesting. I'm jealous. This feeling has changed everything I see. But wait why she still smiles so happily.

Seriate.....

I'm jealous.@Ayana