
Haris and Anindya came out with a change of clothes, but they did not have time to shower because they were afraid of getting late.
When they came out of the house they saw Alena playing with Mbah Putri.
"Mama!" call Alena, call her mother for the first time, and then call her Papa.
"A long time anyway?" ask Alena later.
"Yes Al, your mother has long chosen clothes. Now we're in a hurry" replied Haris, someone has to take the blame for everything to look normal in the little girl's eyes.
"O, but now Mama looks so beautiful wearing that shirt," praised Alena anyway and made everyone smile, yes, today mama Anin is more beautiful than ever, now his face looks fresher and radiant.
I don't know, maybe the happy effect.
"Mama and Papa leave now, Al, God willing, at noon will be home" said Anin.
"Yes Ma, Aunt Dara had called Mbah Putri, he said at 10 Aunty would be here" said Alena.
Before they parted, they hugged and kissed each other, and now Haris' car finally started driving down the highway. Anin repeatedly looks for the right sitting position. But unfortunately what is comfortable is that his legs are slightly straddled, but embarrassed to pose like that.
"Open your legs, sit comfortably," said Haris, he is the most sensitive man when it comes to Anindyanya.
Haris even touched the wife's thigh and pulled the legs open.
Anin finally could not resist, only able to bite his own lower lip because he felt embarrassed.
"Don't look at me Anindya, now I'm your husband" said Haris, turning to Anindya for a moment and looking back at the street and focusing on driving.
"Yes," Anin replied briefly.
"May I ask you something?" ask Anin again.
"Why do you always call me Anindya? Though others call me Anin only," asked Anin, only Mas Haris called with his full name. At first Anin did not care much, but now she heard her husband calling in such a way.
And instead of directly answering, Haris was observed to immediately smile to himself. There is indeed a reason why to call the mother of the wife completely like that.
"Because I missed you when I was my secretary," Haris replied plainly, without further ado.
The answer that made Anin instantly red blushed her cheeks. That was Haris' love for her.
"You don't like it?"
"Like, Mas," Anin replied quickly.
"Whatever Mas Haris says, sounds pleasant to my ears" Anin said again and made Haris smile wider.
Now Anindyanya has dared to flirt.
The car stops at a red light for 100 seconds. Haris took off the wheel and clasped his wife's hand.
They stared at each other for a moment, until they felt an interesting magnet. Until both of them erode the distance and back to each other snag. He misses, always wants to be together.
So anxious Haris even to bite his wife's lips slowly.
"Mas" said Anin, ashamed of their behavior. Kissing at red lights.
"10 seconds more the lights are green" Anin said later, trying to shift her own nervousness.
"Yes dear," replied Haris, and it made Anin even more nervous.
Every second at this red light always made his heart flutter.