
His beloved was already in the arms filling his beautiful night. All their feelings spread that night full of happiness.
"Honey, that's whose clothes are on your closet. There were a few strands of women's clothing there," said Mirana spoiled Sebas' chest.
"Women's clothes?" Sebas rose to his wardrobe and found that there were indeed some strands of women's clothes hanging neatly there.
"Hana.." he slowly stared at every single piece of clothing he bought his wife.
The clothes are new. He was sure that the clothes had not been touched by his wife. Because the clothes were there to tell his parents that it was just an alibi so that they would not be found living in a separate room.
A little pain in the heart when remembering his wife. Where's she? Where should he find that woman? But should he look for her, while her lover is already here in his arms and surely the nights ahead this woman will color her home life.
Because after this they'll get married and Hana? Yes he and Hana are going to divorce and separate. Should he care about his wife? If they care, they will get divorced. So what does it matter?
But the events of that night were still fresh in his memory. He was aware of all the actions he had begun on Hana.
He was confused by his feelings with his wife. The feeling of dislike was burning every time he saw his wife. But when he was near he could not bear not to look at his wife.
But every time he looked at Hana, he pretended to show a flat face and did not like being with his wife in the same place.
Therefore he always finds a way so that they do not greet each other. Because from the greeting it is certain that they will look and be close to each other.
From the incident that night, his wife had disappeared for several days.
"Darling? And daydream him. Whose shirt is that?"
Tegur Mirana who was already standing next to Sebas and patted the young man on the shoulder.
"I'll tell you later, baby. We're looking for food first just talked about this," Sebas persuaded the woman to withdraw her hand.
Mirana slightly refused as she was taken away from the cupboard.
"What do we want to eat?" tanya Sebas sat her lover on the living room couch.
He curled before the beautiful woman as romantic as Romeo and Juliet.
"What do we eat for dinner huum..?"
Look at Sebas gently stroking Mirna's hand.
"A.I want to eat Korean food," the little stammered woman answered her lover's question.
"Huum yes dear. Do you want to eat here or in a Korean restaurant?" Say Sebas while gently poking Mirana's hand.
"As far as you are honey. Where do you want me to go. Baby paid, right?" mirana replied spoiled happy to be treated like a princess.
"We're dinner at a Korean restaurant. It's still 9 p.m.." Sebas' smile decided on their dinner spot.
After arriving at the Korean restaurant, they chose to sit on the top floor near the open jandela.
All the scenery around the place is clearly visible from there adding to the romantic atmosphere.
"Darling, I'll go to the toilet for a second." Mirana passed away leaving Sebas after being allowed to leave.
In Mirana's absence, Sebas glanced down to enjoy the busy atmosphere of the city.
Across there someone got Sebas's focus of attention.
"Hana.." he muttered, looking at Hana who laughed, wagging her long hair.
The woman who is still his wife looks beautiful radiant walk with some women.
Sebas' heart was moved to go get his wife but he paused when Mirana showed up and happened to be the waiter who also came to bring their order.
Sebas sighed and gave a forced smile to his baby.
"It's over, baby?"
Sebas laughs with Mirana's gurgle that always teases him.
Their dinner went well in the interval of laughter both while occasionally having a friendly meal.
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In the apartment, the couple was sitting on the sofa as soon as they returned from dinner.
"So tell me about the women's clothes in your closet, baby. I'm sure it's not my shirt. Because I never keep my clothes there." Mirana Pinta.
"All right I'll tell you. But I want to love to promise not to go berserk or do anything that is not good. Because I don't like to cajole for hours." Sebas said flatly.
"Dear, as you wish" said Mirana cheerfully forming finger v to Sebas.
Sebas pinched her cheek and told her the truth that she was married.
Mirana gawked at the reality before her. There was a little bit of annoyance in his heart. But at the same time he was happy.
"Dear to love my dear wife?'
"My dear Mirana, I love you only one dear."
"I love you too Sebas" said Mirana hugging Sebas.
"So now that you know you're coming home, the woman leaves before being told to leave my apartment. We haven't been in contact for a long time. Even though I don't know, dear," Sebas tells the story of his last life before Mirana's return to her arms again.
Far away in the corner of Sebas' heart he wanted to know his wife in what state. He also wanted to meet his wife to see for himself she was fine.
"Dear old daydream again? Do you miss my wife?" mirana swung her mouth.
He himself was confused by himself. There is something stored in the heart only he knows.
He rose to his feet turning toward the balcony of self-directing. As he left, Sebas was a little surprised.
Mirana Angry? Wretched him? Was she disappointed in her lover?
Sebas went after Mirana to persuade the woman of her heart.
"Darling.I'm sorry. I'm...."
Mirana put her finger on the lips of the handsome young man stopped her speech.
"Shhhh I understand, baby. I know you didn't mean it that way."
One hug he gave to Sebas calmed both questionable hearts without them revealing.
The couple spent a few minutes on the balcony in a soothing embrace.
They carry each other's thoughts everywhere without a word.
The increasingly thick and cold night atmosphere forced them to go back into the apartment.
"It's quiet, huum?" about Sebas looking at Mirana when they were studying again on the sofa in front of the tv
Mirana just nodded and gave a smile to Sebas' question.
When she got the answer from her lover, Sebas' heart flowered and was very calm. She sat down next to Mirana hugging her shoulder.
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