Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

There's One Missing

4 Months Later...

Vast

Tonight the atmosphere of the middle room looks so quiet there is only the sound of his keyboard. He chose to dwell in front of the laptop to complete the script, while Harsa was in the workspace to complete some work.

She felt lucky because her pregnancy did not include a pregnancy full of drama. Although you may experience nausea in early pregnancy, it does not affect you.

During her pregnancy she actually felt more excited about doing anything, yes even though in the middle of the road the drowsiness that struck must be greater.

His eyes saw Harsa coming out of the study and heading into the room. In a bit of a hurry she closed her books and her laptop, then walked after her husband.

She decided to go to the bathroom first before catching up with her husband on the bed. After brushing his teeth, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Her lips smilingly looked at her who was currently wearing a white satin nightgown. Although her pregnancy has entered five months, but her body shape has not changed. It was just that the front and back of hers became more contained.

I don't know why tonight he felt more excited than usual. Indeed, some say, during pregnancy women actually feel more passionate than usual.

Her lips smiled again when she saw her husband still sitting on the bed, while playing a mobile phone. He crawled up and sat down next to Harsa.

"Have you finished writing the script?" harsa asked without turning her gaze away from that black flat object.

His head shook, though,

"Yet, but tomorrow."

She changed her position to lie down and her hands embraced her husband's body. I don't know why she wants to be so spoiled with her husband tonight. Harsa was lying next to him, but was still busy with the phone.

She tightens her arms with a little naughty touch at her husband's sensitive spots. He drowned his face in Harsa's shoulder groove and let his breath sweep through Harsa's skin. But her husband again remained unmoved, making her glance at Harsa's mobile screen.

Her husband preferred to watch the video rather than respond to her wishes, but she still survived like that for quite a long time until Harsa finally put the flat object on the nightstand. But Harsa completely ignored her, her husband turning his position into a slanted sleep on his back.

His eyes looked at her with Harsa's attitude. Already from the beginning she was declared pregnant by the doctor, Harsa's warm attitude about the 'it' was getting fading. Her husband never touched her at all, even when he had the initiative to fish first. Even just a kiss and a kiss she never felt again from her husband.

Harsa's current attention only drives her wherever she goes and indulges in eating as she pleases.

He turned his back to Harsa, his tears again dripping. However she missed the warmth and all the perverted behavior of her husband. Honestly, that made him capable of leaching with a Harsa.

Her lips smiled, took a deep breath and threw them away slowly trying to think positively and always be happy.

"Everything's fine now, you've felt a lot more pain than this. You must be able to get through all of this." his spirit was deep in heart as he wiped his tears, then went into his sleep.

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Vast

This morning, as usual, he was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Her husband came out of the room in a blue shirt.

"Morning mas.." she said with a smile that was greeted with a smile from Harsa, then her husband sat down and took a few slices of sandwich.

"Later to the doctor, right?" harsa's question made him who was busy in the kitchen turn to Harsa.

His head nodded,

"Yes, if I'm busy, I'll be fine. You can queue at half-five, afraid of the rush."

"Could be, I'm just a tight meeting. Lunch will be back. Then later tonight invited to meet with my friends, come along huh?"

His hands that were busy pouring milk stopped and looked at Harsa with a smile.

"Yes..."

For things like this, Harsa is still always the same, still needs him to accompany in any event. But honestly, this is not all she wants, she needs warmth from a husband. Is it too much? Is asking for a hug and touch from a husband an exaggeration for a woman?

Her hand pulled the chair and sat down in front of her husband. His eyes were fixed on the face of Harsa that he always missed. Then throw his gaze up, so that the tears that yanv tried he could not fall.

Sometimes he feels like something is missing and empty, he lives in a house with Harsa, but somehow these four months feel so far away.

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