Not Ordinary Love

Sweet or Possessive?

Ethan offered a glass of milk to his wife. As usual, he was always dexterous with his wife's nutritional intake. The man was even diligent in choosing healthy and nutritious foods for him.

"Sweet spinach, yeah. Spinach is good for pregnant women." he said to Zoya who seemed reluctant to spend the man-made broccoli vegetables. Zoya is not a vegetarian. But inevitably, she nodded her head in obedience to her husband's orders.

"Mother said to make a four-monthly celebration event held at Mother's house only. How, you agree?" keep the man. Zoya silently considered.

"The show's still a long time,"

"Two weeks away," the man replied.

"Must be prepared from now on" he continued. Zoya nodded - a nod of the head. "If that's how it is arranged just like Mother," the couple, anyway he also does not understand and will follow what the mother arranged for him.

"I'll be the same Mother who takes care of."

"Yes, I." Zoya half-snouted, Ethan laughed, then rattled the top of the woman's head. In the meantime, Zoya is not bothered at all with the stiff accent of the man, in fact he does not feel like a stranger in Ethan's life, he is used to it and has been very comfortable. Comfortable late.

"Me," Ethan frowned, looking uncomfortable saying it, then the man shook his head "Hhmmm, no!" continue with a grimacing expression. Zoya laughs, rattles the man's top and makes the husband's hair fall apart.

"What time are we leaving?" asked the woman then after tidying Ethan's hair, Ethan looked at the wall clock in one corner of the kitchen.

"What time do you want?"

"Whatever. I, anyway, come along."

"What about breakfast? Let it be home again?" bargain Ethan. The woman immediately nodded.

Today, Ethan invites Zoya to find a dress to go to Selin and Randy's wedding tomorrow. A very short time for Zoya, but with her sinless face handsome like a prince from the sky palace when Zoya protests, her husband actually says. "Take it easy."

"Naina, this abis you're ready - ready, yeah." Zoya turns to Naina.

"Where's Ma'am?" surprised that the girl who was cleaning the dining table after the three had breakfast. In the end Zoya always manages to finish the food that Ethan provides.

"Some, just come along." Zoya is so mysterious, turns to her husband and smiles.With Naina tamoan as usual, can only resign and nod her head.

Right after breakfast, Zoya prepares to leave with the man. The woman frowned at the sight of a set of clothes already available on the edge of the bed, along with the appearance of Ethan entering the room, the man raised an eyebrow at the silent Zoya in front of the bathroom door.

"Is this you ready?" ask the woman later.

Ethan nodded. "Why? Doesn't fit, huh?" ask the man. Zoya did not make a sound. Taking the clothes Ethan picked up and looking at him, then nodding - a nod of the head.

"I like whatever you choose." the woman smiled mimicking what Ethan would often say if Zoya asked the same question when choosing clothes for the man.

Ethan smiled, sat on the edge of the bed and watched the wife who was wearing her clothes. Sometimes smiling, he always could not stand if he did not approach the woman. Knee-length floral dress in black combination red, Ethan deliberately chose sneakers for the woman's footwear.

"No beauty?" Zoya asked for her husband's opinion after putting on her clothes as well as wearing her sneakers and applying lip balm on her lips. At the end of the day, she does not like to dress up like before. Ethan always says things that make him comfortable with whatever he does.

"No papa, no groom and also beautiful. Inner beauty - her looks," her praise that always managed to make the woman blush with a passionate feeling - gebu.

"Beautiful, it is." replied Ethan after staring at the woman for quite a while.

"You've always been beautiful in my eyes" she continued. And ...,

Blusshh, the woman held a smile that actually made Ethan frown. But a few seconds later, the woman looked at the appearance of her husband.

Zoya folded her arms around her chest, Ethan frowned and looked at the wife in wonder. Then look at his own appearance.

"What's wrong?" he finally chose to ask.

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?"

White shirt wrapped in a white shirt and with all buttons left open. With white sneakers, the same as the footwear.

"No excitement, no, want to go to a rich gini?"

"Well, I am Zoya."

"Narcissus!"

Ethan smiles. "You have chosen clothes for me." he said, as if resigned to whatever will be the wife's choice.

Zoya walks towards the walk in closet. Sort through the milah of the man's clothes which were dominated by a white shirt and a black suit. Zoya shook her head, and her eyes caught a black flannel shirt. This time the woman's head nodded meaningfully.

"Replace this!" handing the flannel shirt to the husband. Not much to comment, with no objection in the least, Ethan received the shirt from the wife's hand and then opened the white shirt and white t shirt he wore. Replacing him with the shirt of his choice, as soon as he finished he immediately turned to Zoya. Raise both his shoulders. Ask the wife's opinion about her new look with different clothes.

"Kok even more handsome, anyway." protested the woman, did not accept.

The woman was just smudging her lips, feeling dizzy herself. "You're good, how is it also handsome. Well, me? The body is getting fuller, dandan males, make clothes as comfortable as it is. Anyway not very, deh." he chatted in an annoyed tone.

"Hmm, continues?"

"Yes .., I feel inferior."

Ethan nodded - a nod of the head. He grabbed his wife's waist. While the woman's expression was still unchanged, still with a look of annoyance. Can - usually the handsome husband when he is in a sad state because of pregnancy.

"Are you afraid a lot of people like me? You're afraid I don't love you anymore, or what?"

"Everything is Hubby, everything ...," the woman upset

"And I told you. Don't worry about anything uncertain. You don't have to worry about anything, Zoya."

"But I don't like any girl who sees you with a wanted look, so. I don't want to."

"Okey, so what do I do?" resigned the man with a very remarkable patience to face his wife. But in reality the woman he asked with that gentle tone was simply silent.

**

In the end, Zoya and Ethan leave for the mall after a short drama about the clothes Ethan wears. Time has been very tight and Zoya is not likely to delay - procrastinate again. Ethan's still wearing a flannel shirt of his choice. Zoya also wears a floral dress from the man.

"No, they're looking at you." Zoya grumbled ever since her foot stepped into the mall. Everyone's gaze is centered on them, as usual the phone becomes the main medium to immediately open the camera features and capture the moment.

Ethan who was holding the woman's hand turned his head with a fluffy smile. "They are all thinking of you, dear." said Ethan understandingly, though the woman's tone called him to war.

"After two months you don't appear in public places or on television screens. Suddenly you're here, with me and some bodyguards."

"It's only natural that we're the center of attention and they're watching you." the man went so far as to keep his wife from getting jealous. Honestly Ethan was glad that woman was jealous, so Ethan could feel what it was like to be envied by that woman. Not only does he always feel jealous and like loving alone.

"They, tuh, girls are watching you."

"Cowok - guys are also looking at you, Zoya."

"Yes, but I'm jealous, Ethan!"

"I'm also jealous of Zoya" the man said softly while holding back a laugh. Zoya throws her lips, takes off the man's hand and goes hand in hand with Naina behind him. Put yourself behind the man.

Ethan just turned his head, then let the wife do whatever she wanted.

"Ethan, tuh, nyebelin tau no, heck." his grunts that made Naina look meaningful. Bummer? It looks like Zoya has been misrepresenting Ethan's nature for the past two months especially since the woman became pregnant. The man was very patient.

"Nyebelin how's Ma'am?" finally the girl asked with a smile.

"Just bummer."

"Too handsome?"

"That's the main point." said Zoya, this time the woman laughed, but as soon as Ethan turned to her he hurriedly eased the laughter and put on a flat face.

Ethan takes her in at one of the famous dress stores there. Their arrival was welcomed directly by the store owner with a very friendly. Looks like they've been waiting for Ethan and his wife.

"This is some dress that Mr. Ethan has ordered." he said while showing some dresses that are still attached to the mannequin statue.

Zoya nodded - a nod of the head. Ethan was so relaxed and then brought her here, apparently she had ordered a dress for him. And not just one.

"How, where did you try first, sir?" ask the store owner then. Ethan looked at the three dresses, then turned to his wife.

"Let my wife decide!"

The store owner nodded. Then look at Zoya. Zoya immediately looked at the three dresses, her eyes falling on the dark pink pastel dress. He looked at Ethan. The man nods his head, telling Zoya to choose whatever she likes.

"Then I try this one." said Zoya, pointing to her choice of dress. The store owner tells his employees to take Zoya to the dressing room, without anyone expecting Ethan to also ask to come in. Of course they were all astonished, but given the relationship status of the two people. No one commented.

"So sweet once Mr. Ethan." decak one of the store employees.

"Hmm, between sweet and possessive is indeed a very thin difference." the store owner said with a stifled smile looking at Ethan who followed Zoya's steps towards the haunted room. Naina who was there, heard everything and as a daily witness of the two people every day, then she agreed on what the store owner said.

Sweet with possessiveness. The difference is very thin. And those two are the same. Both perfect definitions of a soul mate are a reflection of oneself.

TB

Thor, feelings are often very much in other novels as well as style - the white T Shirt, the white shirt that I don't want? Yes how, guys if you already wear white T shirts with white shirt damage -nya beuuh. Valid, no debate. Haha