Possive Husband

PH-27

"are you angry, Wife?"

I frowned at Satria's question, "why anger?" Means back.

"Because of the Queen's arrival?" Satria asked unsure. "Did she talk weird to you?" Ask Satria again.

"She was talking weird, but I wasn't angry at all" I replied, and slapping myself on the couch behind me made Satria embrace me.

"What did he say?" Huh, Satria changed profession to be a journalist huh?

I gasped reflexively when suddenly Satria lifted my body so that she could sit on the sofa I was sitting on and sit me on her lap. Instantly my face warmed up because of our position. I'm a little embarrassed actually.

"So Queen said what to you?" Satria still hasn't forgotten her question.O gosh, my focus is a bit clouded because Satria's warm breath touches my neck she's too close.

"You still love him?" My answer.

Satria knitted her eyebrows together, tightening her arms around my stomach. "do you believe?"

"Creduce what? You still love him?

"Not"

"Continue?"

"Trust me that you are now the center of my world. You're the only one for me. My life is with you now." Satria said, her voice sounding reassuring.

I don't have to say anything, I can't say anything. Because it's all clear, that I'm the only one for Satria. If I am the only one for Satria, then Satria is the intent of the word, 'only you are forever' for me.

PoV Satria

"Darling?" This is the umpteenth time I've called my wife, since thirty minutes ago or rather since we got in the car to go to my in-laws' house - Meisha's parents.

I snorted with a huff, because Meisha did not also acknowledge my call. Okay, maybe he's angry sulking or something. But my God, I just want to go to her parents' house and the truth is that's what made her shut up like this.

It was not that he was not happy to have to go to his parents' house, it was just that he was a bit dislikeful if he had to meet his papa there. Because as we both know Meisya's relationship with her papa can not be categorized 'good'.

"Honey, he's your papa loh. you ng--"

"Wrong! He's a dictator you should inget it!" Misha interrupted my words. He still refused to face me.

He continued to look out the car window and watch the hustle and bustle of the city's traffic.

"You're his son, kam-"

" Oh yeah? Even I doubt myself. I'm his son, isn't it." He said sarcastically, just like a year ago we have changed from him. Obstinately.

I gave up, I shook my head slowly.It seems like my attempt to talk in order to see his admonition next to me was enough.

The rest of the journey was only fifteen minutes away with silence. No one spoke at all, no words between us. We were immersed in each other's thoughts accompanied by the sound of horns and other vehicles that became the music of this silence herder.

Somehow this fifteen-minute trip felt so long, because it had long been unfamiliar with this awkward atmosphere with Meisha.

So look, Meisha and I went to her parents' house just to visit. But Meisha is still the stubborn Meisha.