The Perfect Happiness

S3 - Eps 167

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Tika POVs.

　

　

This afternoon Jefri sent me a short message saying he was going through his lunch with his parents. And I accepted it, allowing him to gather there because it could be that Jefri was talking about his office issues with his parents.

　

　

I think that's the important thing. Although the company was already completely under Jefri's control, he had to keep in touch with his papa. Whether it's just to ask for advice or to ask back about the relationship of the company itself.

　

　

Fortunately, the two-way communication that Jefri and I have done until now is still relatively smooth and fine. Therefore, I as his wife always try to believe him. Be reasonable and also try to understand the rights and obligations as his wife.

　

　

Tok tok!

　

　

I was surprised by the sound of knocking on the door of my room, as soon as I got out of my seat and stepped up to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, it turned out that bi Mince was standing behind the door to offer me lunch.

　

　

Immediately I set my foot into the dining room, and sat down near Mamah.

"Jefri didn't come home?" mamah asked me, breaking the silence between our lunches.

　

　

"He's at his parents' house, Mah" I said.

　

　

"Why don't you come?" add mama again.

　

　

"He's right out of his office, besides he's got important business there. Not just from playing there, Mah."

　

　

After answering mamah with that sentence, mamah even issued a lecture to me. Length and width, increase and times, all the mamah catapulted to make me, Shilla and also Max instantly speechless. Because it's not usually mamah to be this chatty.

　

　

All the good advice is not just for me, but Max and Shilla get their share of it. The three of us threw a glance at each other. Feeling strange with his attitude this time.

　

　

"Tumben, Mamah is very good" said Max.

　

　

"Your friends just tell you guys. If you live in a household, there is always a trial. Not from others, but from yourself. Therefore, you must be able to take care of your own heart, do not ask others to do what you think. But you're the one doing what you think."

　

　

"Yes, Mah, said people always have a test in the household when the age of marriage stepped on an odd number?" shilla asked suddenly.

　

　

Mamah lifted her face and said, "You don't know if it's a myth or a fact. But you've already experienced, haven't you? Mama is also so long ago, same time papah." Mom continued to feed her food.

　

　

Yeah, that's right. The marriage age of Shilla and Max is currently three years. Then a few months ago they both experienced a problem that fortunately could be resolved because the love of both so strong, so they finally decided to forgive each other and return to life together.

　

　

And I also remember very well with some events and problems that always come to my relationship with Jefri. At that time, our marriage lasted a year. And maybe this Jefri company problem will be the last problem for both of us this year. Hope so.

　

　

After finishing lunch together, I decided to return to my room to take care of my two children who were still fast asleep. Looking at the deep faces of the two of them, really makes my mind and heart calm.

　

　

Not long after, the door to my room was knocked back.

　

　

Tok tok!

　

　

I walked back to the door to open it. It turns out Max was there. He knocked on my bedroom door. "Lake in." I opened the door wide and told him to come into my room. Following in my steps, I approached Naila and Nathan's bed.

　

　

Max sat on the edge of the bed, while I sat on a sofa that was deliberately placed near there to facilitate me in the process of giving breast milk to them.

　

　

"Why, Max?" I asked Max, who this afternoon looked strange.

　

　

How not? Since lunch he has been silent. Only once twice did he raise his voice to answer a question. After she finished eating, she headed straight to her room. Not to the backyard to smoke, as he usually does.

　

　

　

　

"Are you really going back to your house?" ask with spirit.

　

I looked at him and replied, "Possibly yes, Max. I miss our house. Shouldn't you be like that too?"

　

"Then mamah?"

　

"Mama can stay alternately with us. I just want to be fair, Max. Since I've been here, Jefri's parents have only visited his grandson once. Didn't you guys used to be like that? Choosing to stay at home alone so that each parent can freely visit his or her granddaughter?" I made Max and Shilla's wedding an example for me.

　

Max was silent, he lowered his face, staring blankly at the tip of his toe. Whether he saw his feet or saw the floor, which was obvious he just suddenly shut his mouth, tightly.

　

I'm curious about his attitude, Max is really weird and scares me a little. "Max, you're fine, right? Don't scare me," I said slowly.

　

Max still lowered his face, making my mind produce all sorts of strange thoughts and also not going in. It's not usually that he behaves like this. "Max?"

　

Instantly he lifted his face, then looked at me fixedly. Then his voice weakened, he said goodbye to immediately go to his office with his tone that was also low. It confused me more.

　

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That night, when Jefri and I were getting ready to go to bed and turned off the reading lights on the bedside nightstand. I told him about Max's suddenly strange attitude. Because, at dinner last, Max also behaved unnaturally, not as usual.

　

　

"Maybe he had a lot of business in his office and hearing we'd be home soon made him worry. You're his sister, it's natural that he is. I can understand how he feels." Jefri rubbed my arm and kissed my forehead.

　

　

"When did you say my wish was the same Max?" I'm curious.

　

　

Jefri said that he had told Max of my intention to come back to life in our own house last night. But Jefri said it was a decision for both of us, not one of us. And maybe that's what makes Max look riled up and weird today.

　

　

After talking about Max, it's Jefri's turn to tell him what happened in his office this morning until the incident at his parents' house. When he exposed Mr. Hardi's lies. "Then Paula?" I don't know why that word just jumped out of my mouth.

　

　

"What was past? I don't care about him. Want him his son Hardi cake or his face ruined though. It's all up to him. Obviously, he doesn't bother us. That's enough." Jefri told me this time.

　

　

Then when we were busy telling stories and responding, suddenly Jefri's phone rang.

　

　

🎶

Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost

Let me out first

Can't get what we want without knowin'

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Figure out where we're growingin'

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We immediately let go of this trap and Jefri immediately stood up from the bed. Stepping to the front of the television, because his phone he put on the television buffet. I grabbed the room light switch and turned it on. From a distance Jefri's forehead folded and the cave he was silent for a few seconds. Just broke that phone line.

　

　

He looked at me while listening to the voice from his phone. Wordless and expressionless. Then he calmed down and cut off the phone. Afterwards Jefri returned to my side by putting his phone on our bedside nightstand.

　

　

"Who?" I wonder who contacted him again. But he only said that the phone was just from a misconnected phone.

　

　

Jefri again grabbed me and pulled the blanket to cover our bodies. He told me to go to bed soon. That night we went through it once again so quietly. Until I fell asleep in a crack in his chest.

　

　

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