The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 133 > POV Part 2

If in this world there is something that can be called perfect, then it is the right word to be pinned on Tania, the wife who has been for almost a year now has officially become my wife. A beautiful hijab student, smart, majoring in Social Science at Oxford University. Though I never told her to hijab, but when she said her reason for hijab really touched me. "I want to be with you for a lifetime and a paradise, but how can I be heavenly with you if simple things like I am reluctant to be wise" ah I really feel very lucky to have it.

In the early days of our marriage, before we finally came to this place, the parents were very diligent in giving us this advice, sometimes careless to hear their every message, especially my mother, I don't know why I feel like you're being overprotective with Tania. One thing that was very ringing in my ear was the words of my mother, she said no matter how good your attitude to my wife, there will still be a sense of awkwardness because of reluctance, he said, and although my mother tried to treat Tania with abundant affection still would not be the most comfortable place for Tania, still I was the place to spill all the anxiety of her likes and sorrows. Which of course makes me have a sense of laughter because in other words I am the owner of my wife's entire world. But my mother also said, if I can also be the source of Tania's greatest disappointment if I act dishonest, and too suspicious of my wife. I understand what my mom said. Mama just doesn't want Tania to experience the same life as her in the past. Who must hide himself for years so that the husband, precisely my father, realize that the basic foundation of a commitment is openness and honesty. Lack of communication will only lead to misunderstandings that will result in separation. Even so, in the end, you still miss forgiving papa, papa is now like a puppy that will follow mama wherever mama goes. At first I began to grow up in adolescence I had felt uncomfortable with the attitude of papa who always tailed my mother but now I understand why she behaved like that, because I was like her now.

Although not 24 hours I continue to follow Tania, but whenever there is free time I prefer to spend time with her. Either just to accompany him to take part in Korean drama, study, shopping for home needs, cooking or helping just transport when Tania cleans the house. Btw Tania took care of our own house without ART you know, even though my mother had prepared two assistants to help us. But my wife managed to reject it well without making my mother offended, I don't know what she said until my mother could melt. I know very well the nature of the stubborn mama, even papa though almost never said no to anything that became the desire and will of mama. That was my mama.

This morning, Tania teased me again. Tania's new hobby seems to be, whenever she awakens before me, she will look at me for a while and then touch my face with her fingertips flattened. Sometimes I just let it be fun to be treated like that by my wife, but sometimes I can't help myself if my "sister" already feels narrowed down there. I just understood it turns out that a small touch alone can make him thrash. UUGH !!

And this dawn, I can't just let it slip to the most comfortable part for her, because my agreement with papa won't get Tania pregnant until a few years into edpan considering our age does not seem like a wise thing if I make Tania pregnant. So let us enjoy our courtship after marriage. After all we live far from an environment that would question "when do we have children?" it's not a bitch to me, but it's not necessarily Tania. So I decided to "get in the bathroom" which I never did before marriage. Although sometimes I wake up with sleep in a "wet" state".

I heard Tania's soft voice as I offered my prayers this early morning. I turned my body and I thrust my hand to kiss her. I chanted some prayers at the top of my wife's head, and she was always in the protection of Allah SWt in every moment I was not with her.

I stared softly at my wife's plain-looking face without powder and lipstick. Oh my God, I am so grateful for making it the missing piece of my ribs.

"A, what do you want for breakfast?" tanyanya gently. Since marriage he also called me Aa, he said it is not polite if a wife calls her husband's name directly, it is up to him whatever the call is for me not to be a matter. For to me whatever he sends to me is the call of his language his love for me.

"Well, I made fried rice only in the village, today I want to eat it, how?"

"Yes, baby, massage whatever you want." I said as I slightly ruffled her soft hair shoots. The look on her face looks even more adorable when pouting with lips freeing. Ahh, how funny my wife is, God.

O God please always set my heart not to turn to another woman who may be a thousand times better and more beautiful than him. Sure his heart is always only I will always be there for him at all times. Only I will always hold his hand, keeping each of his squares together beside me. Although I knew I might not always make her happy but I promised God I would fight so that she would not complain and be burdened for accepting me to be her husband.

I will prove that I am happy because I have it in my life. Perfect for my life because it makes him my companion for the rest of my life. I really love you Tania Rie Hashimoto.

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