Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

35. When Do I Have a Child?

I can't bear to say what I asked Ayu. My wife is a very understanding woman. He is also loving. I am proud and happy to have a woman like her who accepts me for who I am.

"Mas is home?" ask Ayu when I just went inside the house. Ayu smiled as she approached from the direction of the kitchen, soon she grabbed my hand to catch it. Warm feelings always spread in the recesses of my heart when I find this sweet treatment of my wife.

"Why are you coming home at this hour, overtime?" tanyanya grabbed my briefcase and brought it into the room. I followed him in and hugged his body from behind. The smell of soap with fruit fragrance smelled from his body even though I believe Ayu is cooking at this time, visible from the apron still attached to his body.

"There's a little extra work" I replied lying. I don't know what to talk to Ayu about this incident.

"Kok tumben really not call me? I called you earlier, but I didn't pick up" she said again, leaving me speechless. I forgot my wife. Usually I give news if it is late to go home, but the incident made me forget to do that.

"I was so busy. I want to get the job done so I can go home quickly, so I don't see hp" I said.

"oh, I was worried about you, afraid that you have nothing because I did not pick up the phone. I also sent a message but it hasn't been opened with you yet" he said in a worried tone.

I hugged her more and more, glad to hear her worry about me. He's always been like that. Ayu was like that, always worried even when I was thirty minutes late.

Remember what you said, what should I do?

The aroma coming out from the skin of Ayu's body was sweet in my sense of smell. Ever since marrying this woman, it was as if she had become an opium. All that is in him, his advantages and disadvantages is the kind of perfection that God has given in my life.

"Review I haven't finished cooking yet" he said, writhing in my arms. He never could have been if I kissed his neck like this. Can't be quiet because of the tickle. Ayu tried to break away, trying to get rid of both of my coiled hands on her stomach, but I didn't want to just let go.

"Bag, peeling!" he shouted in a tone that began to sound annoyed. "I'm still cooking, I'll be burnt!"

"Let's just say it's a charade. We can eat outside" I said indifferently, increasingly vigorously tracing this neck with the tip of my nose.

"Mas ih amused! Just stop! I'm still cooking!" repeat again with a annoyed exclaim. He hit my arm a little hard asking me to let go. I finally had to let him go. His face was already angry, if it was like that I couldn't do anything more. My wife, if you're angry, yes. I could fast tonight!

Ayu turned towards me, she glared sharply. "You are a habit! Go home from work, take a shower, don't hug. It smells!" he yelled in annoyance and then without speaking again he came out of the room.

I stared at his disappearance. Should I tell Mom's request to her?

I was confused, on the one hand was my mother, but on the other was my wife.

"Pass a shower!" screams from outside.

"Yes!" I screamed back. Soon I picked up the towel hanging on the door.

Food is available on the table. Some of them are my favorite food. All that Ayu cooked was the food that I often ate. Rarely do I see him cooking what he wants.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked with a smile that never faded from his lips.

"I eat whatever you cook" I said, staring at him. I put my chin up on my palm. Looked at him with lamat. My wife is always beautiful. I never get tired of staring at him.

"Nih let's eat quickly," he said while offering a plate that had contained rice and side dishes that he had cooked.

"This gold!" again when I did not take the plate out of his hand. Irritatedly he kept the plate in front of me. His lips pursed funny while muttering indistinctly.

"You why the hell? How did you keep seeing me?" ask when I don't start eating.

"No papa. I just want to see you" I replied.

"Uda eat first. Look at me later. Later if the cold hunt is not good," he said. I smiled looking at Ayu who muttered while chewing her food. She always looked beautiful despite being angry like that.

We're done with dinner. As usual we spent time before sleeping in front of the television in the living room, as well as the living room in this house.

This house is not big, there are only a few rooms. I haven't been able to give Ayu a big, decent home. I should be able to raise money to buy a bigger house than this so that later if our children are born they have a decent room.

The television screen is on, showing the Korean film that is now airing. Tells about the virus that develops in the human body makes humans who are exposed to the virus turn into zombies.

I lay on the sofa with Ayu's thigh-bound head. The television was near my feet. Ayu's soft hands rubbed my head and slightly massaged it, giving a relaxing effect from the fatigue that has been engulfing lately.

The lit TV couldn't also get my mind distracted from what had happened at my mother's house. I stared at Ayu, her gaze not being sidetracked from the television in front of us. Sometimes he comments or asks me questions and I answer as I can.

"If we have a child, will you sacrifice like him?" ask Ayu suddenly.

"Eh what?" I flinched from the daydream.

"That's, loh .. You didn't see what? That's. I was sad to see her father sacrifice like that for her son. Yya was supposed to, but why did the director not let him survive. Let them live happily" Ayu protested by pointing at the TV.

"The name is also Yu's movie. The director will also have other thoughts so that this film is exciting and high rating," I said. This time we didn't just watch this movie. The journey of a father and son who want to meet an ex-wife and mother who are out of town, but they do not expect what happened there. One by one, the men turned into zombies.

"If we have children, will you not sacrifice yourself?" ask again.

"Whoa, Yu. No time." I said while staring at him.

"But when, Mom. When are we gonna have a kid?" ask her with sadness. His face looked sad while staring at the lighted screen in front of us.