The Voice of the Husband

Egotistical

Nara squirmed softly on the soft bed. Blink a few times to collect the lives that are still going around. After the life is collected perfectly, then Nara occupied her body. Stretch his body muscles while circulating the view to the corner of the room.

Then if I sleep in the room, Naren is home? And surely he's the one who moved me into the room?

That little attention managed to produce a smile knotted in Nara's pink lips. If you remember, Naren is the type of man who does not have the heart.

Maybe now he is still disappointed with what happened, but his responsibility and sense of unreliability towards something is always superior to others.

Sometimes the ego does control itself, but there are still small feelings that always appear in the heart. Of course, making the ego we have over time waver.

Chequek!

Naren came out of the bathroom with that wet hair. Walk towards the wardrobe with a towel wrapped around her waist. He just kept quiet while picking up a set of work clothes and pants. Then take her to the bathroom and wear it there.

Not long after, Naren came out. His eyes were combing through his quiet room. He saw Nara sitting on the bed. But, now the soft bed was just a neat blanket.

"You're looking for me?" the familiar voice he used to hear rang out, making him flinch in shock.

Naren only kept silent after seeing who he was looking for coming suddenly. "My girl. No papa. I prefer an honest man." Nara put a tray on top of which there was a glass of warm milk in white. Naren's likes and habits before leaving for the office. Must drink milk and breakfast with toast or fried rice topped cucumber.

"I'm sorry." Nara approached Naren who was still in his place.

His eyes stared at the brownish-black cornea tightly. Holding the cold hand of the man standing in front of him. "I'm sorry for letting you down." she said so sincerely. The eyes flashed a regret.

"Mandy. It's half six. You'll be late." Naren turned his body around after switching the conversation. Want to step up to take the tie that is on the dresser lined up together with Nara's make up.

However, his steps came to a halt as a warm embrace he got. His heart was weakened if it had to be treated that way. Intentions want to be selfish because they are disappointed, but they can't. It hard.

"I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have done it all without your permission. But please, don't turn into someone else. I can't." The hug got tighter on Naren's waist. Making the man who was taller than Nara immediately turned his body. Clutching the body dressed in the nightgown into his arms.

Give a few small kisses on top of the head. "Sorry." That's all Naren can say to Nara.

His little heart that already loved the woman called mommy by his daughter, Naren solidified his heart. To give his wife another chance. Accepting himself and the seeds of his love. Redesigning the future with his little family.

"You're not wrong. You have every right to be angry and disappointed with what I've done. I know, your heart must be hurting and breaking." Nara looked up at the man who was also looking at her.

"I'm sorry." Nara once again apologized to Naren. A man who is always patient with it.

"Two things I'll do."

"Enough one thing."

"What's that?"

"I'm asking you to stop taking pills and learn to accept that I'm in your heart."

Silent.

Nara, determined to learn to open her heart, finally nodded at Naren's request. She planted a belief that she could fulfill the request of her husband. Because all this time, Naren never asked for anything from him. Except love.

"Thank you." a light kiss landed on Nara's pink lips.

"Together." reply Nara.

"Yes, now you take a shower. Don't be late." Remind is the habit of Naren since the two married.

"okay." Nara rushed into her bathroom. Cleanse his body as quickly as possible. Time is like water. Keep flowing and it can't be back.

After the bathroom door was tightly closed, Naren sat in the makeup chair that Nara used to decorate. Drying the hair first, do not forget to wear pomade so that the hair is neatly arranged with the help of a comb.

The tie is perfectly installed. A light gray suit was already attached to his body. Now, Naren sits in his room, drinking the white milk that Nara brought.

I'm sure you can accept me in your heart. Replacing a new occupant with a new and lasting love.

*

*

*

Seriate...

Don't forget to like, FREE!!! Gifts and Favorites don't forget either. Thanks though...