My Husband Superstar's
Part 92's
Time goes on, as Daren changes for longer - getting colder and untouched.
Fany's stomach is getting bigger, with a street content of five months. Every gynaecological check to the doctor, never once did Daren accompany him, even the man who looked cute and flat-faced who always replaced the figure of Daren in Fany's life.
Never imagined by Fany her life would be like this, pregnant without a husband beside her really tormenting her. Error is not there, but he is not considered to exist by the man.
But that did not make Fany desperate, she was sure that one day her husband would turn warm as before. No one knows the cold war between them except Deon. Fany is very skilled at hiding her heartache in those closest to her even her sister.
With a gontai step, the two-bodied woman walked towards the kitchen. The day began in the afternoon, making her inevitably have to prepare dinner for her husband.
The fingers check the ingredients in the refrigerator that turned out to be exhausted, even pregnant milk was not there.
He switched to grabbing his phone that was lying on the pantry table, hesitantly contacting someone.
Some of her calls were rejected or even not answered, but she did not give up on calling the man who was her husband. Long Fany wait until the call is connected.
"Assalamualaikum, sis." lirih Fany was a little nervous, afraid to hear the snapping and spicy words of the man.
"Waalaikumussalam." answered Daren coldly.
"Back to work, Brother Daren can..."
"I can't be busy." Daren cut.
"But the food is gone."
"Have hands have feet, right? don't bother me to keep going!"
Tut
The phone connection broke off unilaterally, not Fany who decided but Daren.
Fany closed her eyes, trying to be patient, this was not the first time she had gotten a spicy spray from her husband's mouth. He was used to it, all he had to do was be patient, waiting for a time that somehow could restore his old Daren.
A drop of clear circles managed to wet the cheek cubinya. If it wasn't for the child in her womb, she might have given up for now.
Fany sighed harshly, wiping out her rough tears. It's not him, why he's this weak, he doesn't seem to recognize himself. Even to refute the words of her husband she was no longer able.
Stop, didn't his life used to be more bitter than this, why he was so weak.
Fany nodded steadily, promising himself that he should not be weak like this, who only cried if he received bad treatment from Daren.
"Lo must be strong Fany, at least for your child, you should not be sad, if you are sad your child is also sad." Fany clenched her hands trying to encourage herself.
Perhaps being indifferent with Daren's cold demeanor could make him a little able to maintain his household.
He stepped into the room, picked up the cardigan and also the car keys on the nightstand, lucky that Daren had taught him how to drive a car.
***
Breathing in the air as much as possible, that's what the girl in the distended massage did, this is the first time He went out alone without anyone following, be it Deon or anyone else.
He felt so free, with carefree steps he stepped into the supermarket. Shopping whatever he needed, even with a moment He forgot his household problems.
It turns out that the best mood for a woman is shopping.
Brucks
Fany accidentally bumped into someone making his body teempas kelantai because of lack of balance.
"Auww." ringgis Fany held onto her pained waist.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it." the man reached out his hand intending to help Fany stand up. Help Fany stand up by hugging both of her arms.
Fany looked up, as soon as her forehead shriveled, it seemed like she had seen the man before her but where?
"Fany, Daren's wife isn't she?" guess the man in the black hat.
"Yes, who is it?"
The man extended his hand. "My name is Andra."
"Andra?" fany Beo.
"The reporter who made you at the boutique at the time." Andra scratched his nape.
"Ah yes I remember, the reporter who was perfect made me upset right? I didn't expect to see you here."
"Where are you, Daren?" Andra circulated her gaze but did not find Daren.
"It.that, Brother Daren is busy, so I shop alone. Then I'll go home brother." Fany hurried home when she realized that it was getting dark that Daren might already be home.
Andra's slanted smile at Fany's departure.
***
Finally Fany arrived in front of the apartment with various foodstuffs and other necessities, with the help of security guards who stood guard in the lobby.
Tired that is how Fany feels at this time, maybe because of too much movement. He painstakingly moved the food ingredients into the kitchen and arranged them into the refrigerator. Until the baritone voice managed to divert his attention.
"So how do you behave when I'm not around?" daren's cold voice intruded.
Fany stood up. "Sir Daren has come home?" with a light step Fany approached, grabbing Daren's hand to kiss her. But he had not had time to kiss, his hands had been thrown away.
"Gue nanya, what are you doing?" press Daren against the chest leaning against the pantry table.
"Gue-lo?" paro Fany, there was a feeling of inadmissibility when Daren changed her nickname instead of me-you again.
"No need to alay, a nickname is aja lo pertrasin."
Without hearing Daren's words, Fany stepped out of the Kitchen, fed up with Daren's babbling.
But his steps stopped when Daren blocked his wrist.
"Where?" Daren raised his eyebrows.
"Sir Daren didn't see me from shopping?" instead of answering Fany, he asked a question.
Daren laughed cynically. "Gue knows it's just your excuse to get out of the house and meet your affair." he accused.
"Who told you to get out of the house huh!!!" snapped Daren.
Fany gasped for a snarl from Daren, the next second she returned Daren's sharp gaze. "Nobody told me to go out, I came out of my own will, so as not to starve to death in the house but like this prison. Getting out was the right choice when asking for help from someone who even helped me and ignored me like a stranger!" fany firmly, with a hunting breath.
He threw Daren's hand violently. Stepping her feet towards the room, the most comfortable place for her right now. The pain in her waist grew even more painful as she cried in the room.
He hit his own head. "Foolish, you cry because of a jerk like him, where your promise will not cry anymore" Fany told herself.
Wasting your grief and grief by torturing yourself is the right choice. He kept hitting her on the head, pulling her hair until she was satisfied. Even he forgot the doctor's advice a few days ago so as not to be too stressed and tired because the fetus in the womb is too weak.
...TBC...
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