My husband's a Mommy's son

S2 - Talk Death

Sighing heavily, Jennie finally nodded her head in agreement. Letting the husband do what he wants. Then the hand began to guerrilla with flirtatious, infiltrating the favorite parts of Reyno's favorite.

What about fish? Maybe soon his ears will soon be stained because of the noise they make in executing the game.

However, Jennie's phone ringing suddenly made Reyno aghast. Where Jennie placed the phone next to a pillow close to Reyno's ear.

Ai yai yai I'm your little butterfly

Green black and blue make the colors in the sky

Ai yai yai I'm your little butterfly

Green black and blue make the colors in the sky.

"Who?" Reyno's face turned upset. The man looked up with lips that were pursed. "You haven't blocked Dafa's number?" His brain was turned to Dafa.

"Not Dafa, there's no number" Jennie said, turning her phone screen to Reyno.

"Keep who?"

Because Reyno knows very well about Jennie's phone that is quiet like a grave. Reyno is the only guy who always calls and texts her. So, it's only natural that Reyno was surprised because Jennie's phone suddenly rang at night.

"I don't know, I'm trying to pick up first, fear is important." Pressing the button to answer then saying, "Hallo!"

Reyno was speechless with her chin superimposed on Jennie's shoulder. You're a bitch, you'd rather have that vague call than your husband who's clearly withstood the turmoil from now on. Speak in the heart followed by lips that are pursed.

"Ah, really? Oh my God, it still feels like a dream. I'll be waiting for you." Jennie looked so happy that her body shook. Happy effect.

Someone behind the screen of the phone is still talking, but not until it is heard into Reyno's ear

Who's over there? Why are you so familiar? Reyno's eyeballs cross perfectly towards Jennie. Where Jennie can interpret the meaning of the gaze of a Reyno.

Not wanting to linger on her husband, Jennie immediately ended her call. "Hehehe, see you then. I'm waiting for you, brother. I love you!"

"I love you?" reyno shouted along with the call Jennie had just closed. "Do you know what you said?" Upset at once lost all the turmoil that exists in Reyno.

"I'm so happy, Reyn. Brother will be home tomorrow."

Jennie hugged Reyno, without caring that the man in front of her was in a big rage.

"Yes, I know you're happy. But do you have to say such a sweet word to someone else?" As usual, Reyno's eyeballs spin lazily—complete with both hands folded in front of the chest.

"It's not so, honey. I was too happy to be lost. He's not someone else, but our brother—Farhan." Jennie spoke with her forehead folded inward. A little annoyed in response to her husband's rudimentary jealousy.

"It doesn't matter who he is, but I'm the one your husband never gets that sweet talk. If counted, not to meet ten fingers in a month," protested Reyno while putting her fingers in front of her face.

"Yes, sorry. I forgot."

"forget? Even when I was fishing for you with the sweet word, you just replied with a flat expression and a slight lazy peck on the cheek."

"I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. Is that enough?" Don't forget Jennie uttered with a sweet smile that made her puffy cheeks inflate perfectly.

"No need!" ketus Reyno because the speech was present when asked.

"Oh my goodness, Reyn! I have to how's loh?" Jennie dropped her head on Reyno's lap. Then stroked the precious objects belonging to the husband who had gone back to sleep. Indicates that Reyno's mood is damaged because of his speech to Farhan earlier.

"I'm not jealous because you say that to your own brother, but that sentence reminds me that the sweetness of our household has diminished a lot. Didn't we promise that we will continue to be sweet until the end of life?"

Reyno let out a weak sigh, then put Jennie's hair behind her ears. Staring at his tired face which he then pulled into the hug.

Reyno grabbed the remote on the nightstand, then turned off the room lights. The wife's body is drawn lower until their position lies down while hugging.

"Maybe a lot of people consider lebay. And there is no need to express love when married. But to me it's a very important thing." Gently Reyno said it, while stroking his wife's long hair.

"What if tomorrow morning I die in an accident. Where you haven't said anything sweet tonight. I'm sure you'll regret it for the rest of your life, Jennie."

"Reyn," Jennie slurted in a tone of protest dislike. His hand silenced the husband's mouth while shaking his head. "Why talk like that? I don't like you talking about dying."

"Why not like? He'll be here soon without a cue. Afflicting anyone even though the target has not had preparation. I just want you to cherish every second of our moment together. Because we don't know when the end will pick up."

Jennie looked up with tears that could no longer be contained. Her heart trembled when she heard her husband's words. As Reyno said, we never know when death will come. Therefore, appreciating every second of our togetherness with family is very important. Before God takes our loved ones, or vice versa God who keeps us away by taking them from loved ones.

"I'm sorry, Reyn. I promise I'll appreciate our relationship even more."

"Stttt .. Don't cry, you're not wrong. I as a husband must remind anything that is important for our good. That we may always be on the path that God has set." He rubbed the clear melt with his thumb. Then an affectionate kiss lands perfectly on Jennie's sweet lips. "May what I say every day be heard by God. Gratitude granted," Reyno said with a heavy voice that sounded raucous.

"What do you pray for?" jennie asked who was still holding back sobs.

"Just a simple prayer anyway, where I hope to pick up death with you. Whether it's at a young age, or until we're old. Because most of the people always pray that the household is durable until the gray hair and death separate. But I don't want to be like that, I don't want to be separated by death. Tell me I'm selfish, but that's what I want."

Huach. Jennie's heart almost escaped from her nest when she heard the husband's words. Haru mixed together into one. They hardly ever talk about death like this.

"What if I die first?" jennie asked with a raging feeling. Anxious at once not willing.

"No problem. It means that my prayers are not granted, because man can only try and pray. Being respected and not is the business of the Almighty. I will continue to live my life while waiting for death to come, then we can gather together. Whether it's heaven or hell."

"Do you want to marry again?" The question escaped Jennie's lips. Even though his heart was like being stabbed lightly if Reyno married again when he died.

"No will! I can only plan, but I will try to continue to live as best I can until we are reunited. And I hope you do too, don't remarry when I die first."

"If you don't get married, who will support a widow like me?" Jennie asked with a witty tease, as she wanted to know the answer that came out of Reyno's lips.

"We have two children, a long-term investment and a few small businesses outside of my papaya. It seems like it is enough to support a wife who likes to eat," Reyno's tease slightly chuckled.

"And if I had nothing to leave you, I'm sure God wouldn't have stayed silent. All the risks are set. Don't be afraid of hunger."

Jennie's memory returns when they were newly married. "Yes too. When we were hungry, there were good people who helped feed us, right?"

And now the owner of the shop already has a stall thanks to the help of Reyno. The man never forgets in replying to all those who were once good to him.

"Rubber. So don't be afraid you'll starve if I'm not around. But if you feel lonely and want to get married again, yes. I can only pray good for your life."

Jennie smiled at the snail with an increasingly tightened embrace.

"Just like you, I will also live my life and continue our paused love. I don't want to get married again, so I can be your angel forever."

Reyno's lips are perfectly drawn. "Thank you, my dear. You're tired, aren't you? Let's just go to bed."

"Eh." Jennie was a little surprised. "You're not asking for rations?"

"Tomorrow in the morning, now you want a good dream with you."

Then the prayer they offered became a sweet lullaby. I had a beautiful dream that happened that night.

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