Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 145: THE HOUSEHOLD

"I don't know if you're my son or Katrina and Saif's son. Whoever you are, I'll be responsible." Al looked at the baby, then buried the baby so as not to get cold. "Come, let's talk to your little mama. May your presence be our strength and happiness together."

Al again continued the journey of splitting the forest road that must be extra careful because of the wet soil conditions. The man did not let his little baby get cold, even looking so calm and comfortable as if feeling the affection of a father. Elsewhere, Bryant had just returned home.

After a day outdoors to finish the job, he was finally able to return. Indeed, time has shown a night so late that when entering the room. It turned out that Ara had already slept without wearing a blanket. He walked around the bed, then pulled the blanket to warm the wife's body.

The cup!

"Good night, Ara. Sweet dreams, sorry I'm late for coming home. May you and your child be healthy. Amiene,"

The prayer of hope from Bryant disturbed Ara's sleep. Moreover, the blanket that covers his body, it causes heat, "Mas, just came home? Can I make you some coffee?"

"Why wake up, hmm. Go sleep! I can make my own coffee ....,"

Ara rubbed her eyes, then grabbed the blanket, then moved from her bed, "I am your wife, it is appropriate to serve the needs of my husband. Don't worry, Mum. I sleep all the time, just look at my cheeks are so big."

Anxious at the sight of Ara who was inflating both of her cheeks like a balloon. Just contact it, his hands reflexively give a swipe of affection to the top of the wife's head. To be honest, she had never felt the calmness and harmony of this kind of household.

During this time, there was only the matter of bed and monthly money. Simple togetherness that comes from small attention. Not once was in his household with Hazel. Truly, tonight the consciousness re-touched the recesses of his heart.

Ara's smile was like a crescent moon. Suddenly, his lips fell on his back following his wife's sweet smile. Turned out releasing Hazel became the most beautiful gift because of tonight. Everything will change for the better. The future has been waving giving a new ray of hope.

Bryant allowed Ara to carry out her responsibilities as a wife by serving him. Whether conscious or not. The relationship between the two people is getting better and closer to the heart. Tonight is proof, the bond between the two towards a path filled with flowers.

"Mas, your coffee. Can I make some food too?" Ara asked while putting coffee on the glass table in their room.

Don't think, the pregnant woman had to go downstairs just to make coffee, huh. The room the couple occupied. Now it has been redesigned with completeness like a hotel. There is a mini pantry to make food and drinks, even the room is made into one to expand the room.

Bryant shook his head, "Sit down, say. What are your activities today?"

"Are you not tired, Mom? We can talk tomorrow ....,"

"I won't be tired just from accompanying my beautiful wife's night. I'm out for work all day. If we could share our stories at night. Then why not? We are not still in the process of understanding each other. Aren't you?"

Bryant's explanation is not without reason. As a man, he was aware of having many flaws. Moreover, women like Ara Moon put money forward, but only follow the feelings in the heart. Simple things like asking trivial things are things to do.

This is one way to understand your partner. Samuel has given a warning. Where he has to change his attitude. Ara will understand the language of love, but not the language of violence let alone the language of cold men. The bad past must be eliminated.

"Today, we met some people. Mas must know, the sexy Mba who became a designer. Trus also met the uncle of the catering owner. I forgot the name, but the cuisine, uuumm, really good, Mas. Anyway later I'll try all the cooked food ....,"

Ara's voice sounded so melodious, making Bryant not stop smiling. Long like a train of outpouring of the heart of the wife who occasionally responded with enthusiasm. How a bumil expression that is so cheerful and sometimes mimics the way others talk.

The woman wanders with all the words that describe the busyness of her heart, even to the point of moving somewhere was not conscious. Bryant deliberately continued to respond while guiding his wife to lie back on the bed. Even though his body was still sweating. Still not disturbing Ara's pleasure.

Twenty minutes later, a kiss landed warming the forehead, not forgetting to give greetings to the sweet lips tired of telling stories. For a moment, the look in his eyes looked at the face of the wife. Plain, graceful, sweet, pretty. There was no makeup covering Ara's natural beauty.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

Chequek!

Eye gazes traced the entire corner of the room, but the lights were still brightly lit. That means the occupants of the room are still in a conscious state, but where is it? When the wind blows the curtains from the balcony. He realized, surely the person sought is outside in a place that provides calm.

The sound of footsteps grew further away from the door of the room, until the step stopped. When his netra saw the woman standing in front of the guardrail with her back to her. I want to move again, but why does it feel so heavy. The distance is not far. Still, like someone's holding back.

How to ease the difficulty. If the heart seems to be wrapped in fear and worry. Why is there a doubt that greets. All this time, despite having to fight the fiercest enemy. Still no word of trepidation. So, what happened to him today?

"When do you stand there? This relationship will not move forward. If one of us just stays put." Firmly the woman turned around, now her eyes were fixed on the owner of her heart. Let night be a witness.

"I'll shut up and listen to you. Go ahead, say whatever is in your heart and mind. Remember, I will not interrupt. Before you say it's done. Let's settle the rest of the doubt in each other's hearts. If you agree, sit down!"

That's not an ordinary statement. However, this is the beginning of a trust that cannot be achieved. Trust is not to be asked, but to be fought for. The heart can sense whether someone is telling the truth or being filled with lies. Conscious, unconscious. Every human has a shield to protect themselves.

His steps back to the floor to the place that has been provided. The doubt in his heart instantly disappeared. Especially when the netra who looked at him had no worries, even seemed so calm.

"We'll sit together. Two cups of tea, impossible for me all. Sit down!"

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