Possive Husband

PH-23

"May, that's not what I meant. " Now Satria seems frustrated when she herself started this topic.

"I don't want to and won't divorce you but I think about you, what if you want to be free that's why I'm you. I'm comfortable I'm used to having you by my side. But what if you're not so I think it's Mei." The words that Satria said, somehow sound annoying, but if sorted there is a romantic sentence there.

"Free? Have I been imprisoned all this time? Fettered? Don't you? I've never felt your rules in this marriage are a prison for me. I'm a wife here, not a prisoner or a prisoner. Even if it's our marriage is a compulsion I consider you my husband and go through it all without any coercion" I breathed a penjang for my answer, relieved by it all.

"You're my husband if I ask you for a way, when all this time you've been a good husband what's the difference between me and a crazy person? You said, if you think about me you wouldn't do this to me but you would try to keep this independence even if the contract ended." I stopped talking, wiping away the rough tears dripping down my cheeks. This why is this so anyway? Really dramatic.

Satria rubbed her face with both palms, taking her breath slowly before finally looking at me. I reflexively looked away, there was no pleasant thing to stare at Satria at this moment.

"Sorry." I felt Satria's warm hand touching my hand tightly.

"May, sorry. We will not be discussing this issue anymore, okay? It's clear. No one wants a divorce between us so this contract is not at all useful to agree?" Lecar Satria, her voice was soft as ever. Either his words or the baritone voice gave me a tranquility effect.

The other hand of Satria, grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "I'm sorry, okay?"

I muttered, nodding stiffly. I felt like I forgot about our annoying conversation just now when I saw Satria's smile that looked relieved.

"Meisha, now you're half me. If we're separated, then I'm no longer the definition of the word whole."

and the last thing I saw was a pair of bright brown eyes, before Satria's lips touched mine.

PoV Satria

And to be honest, I didn't know where my brain was left so I asked Meisha about the divorce. Hells.

Okay, let's just say my question this morning is the wind and then that won't blow twice. Now everything is clear, as are our feelings that have been clearly drawn.

Simply put, Meisha and I love each other, which means there is no reason for us to get divorced after the contract expires. Tap the hammer three times.

Well, now all I have to do is keep that contract letter. Or I'll just burn it? or put it in a paper shredder just how? Ah, it's torn so out of shape it seems pretty dramatic.

I cringed as I looked at the clean dining table. There's not a single piece of paper I'm looking for, our contract letter I mean. I remember clearly leaving him here when I went to the room.

Maybe Meisha cleaned up, because the one who is still here is Meisha who is cooking. Hopefully he doesn't put the contract back in the fridge.

I watched Meisha standing facing the stove, she turned her back to me. One hand was busy stirring something that was in the pot while the other hand was either holding what I could not see from here.

"May?" Call me, I intentionally raise my voice. I grinned when I found him shocked and dropped something he was holding.

"What's? if you know my face has been hit by a hot pot how to try?" Oceh Meisha as she turned to face me, her face really looked annoyed. Duh, she's so sweet with her fussy face.

I chuckled, walked over and stopped two steps nearby. "Down with plastic surgery, done it." Reply origin.

"Don't you want a wife with plastic stye?" reply Meiha intense.