Waiting for your Love to Grow

Depressed

"What do you want?" Nabila Voice stammered.

Denis did not answer Nabila's question and stopped taking off his buttons. He smiled cunningly towards Nabila, then shifted his body closer to his wife, so that Nabila's body was cornered touching the car door behind him.

Nabila looks more nervous as Denis' body is getting closer to him. He tried to push strongly Denis body, to get away from his body. But it did not make Denis stop approaching his wife. Precisely now his face is very close to the face of Nabila until the warmth of the breath both can be felt their partner.

"Mas do not be like this, embarrassed to see people" said Nabila nervous.

"Nobody can see, which is" Denis said.

"Then what do you want?" Ask Nabila again.

"You're having fun with you" Denis said, putting on his flirtatious face. He looked at Nabila's lips which now look different because of the touch of bright colored lipstick that he rarely used, making him swallow his saliva.

His intention to harass his wife actually made him stuck wanting to taste the soft lips of his wife that made him addicted. Especially now that Nabila is closing her eyes, as if giving her permission to realize her wishes.

Denis's face continued to approach and stopped near Nabila's ear. "Please get my shirt in the trunk, which is", he said softly.

Denis' voice instantly made Nabila open and round his eyes. A red hue adorned the skin of his white face.

Denis, who saw the look on his wife's face, laughed as he rubbed his palm onto her face. "What do you think, which", the wheels followed by laughter again, making Nabila pinch with Denis' waist hard and successfully make the man complain.

"But I'll get it", now Nabila turns her body to open the car door. But Denis' voice stopped his activity, "Wait, who!"

"Otherwise mas?" Nabila's voice looks bad. Now his body turned back to face Denis who had still not moved from his place earlier.

Cuppp. Denis kisses the lips gently and **********. He took a small bite of the lip before ending his kiss, then said "this is a gift for you, I gave it at the beginning because I want to get your husband this shirt. I will give you a bigger gift at home. OK, baby!" Denis said, patting gently on Nabila's cheek.

Nabila got out of the car with a face that looked radiant. After picking up a t-shirt from the trunk, she immediately returned to her husband and handed the clothes over, without daring to get back in the car.

"Well, don't be careless!", cried Denis to Nabila who walked in front of him a considerable distance, but did not stop the woman's steps or lower her walking speed.

The woman stopped when she found the place she was going. That is a tent stall that sells fried goat rice menu, which from outside anyone who saw must think that the stall is very selling.

Nabila was about to enter the stall as soon as the aroma of goat meat combined with fried rice seasoning tempted his sense of smell. But she undoes her intentions as soon as she realizes her husband is still walking quite far behind her.

"Cepet here spit" Nabila called her husband without making a sound, only her lips moved while waving her hand so that Denis came to him immediately.

But Denis instead deliberately ignored what his wife wanted. She slowed down her path, her hands were put in her pockets and her face was pointed to the left and right, without caring for Nabila who was now impatiently waiting for her husband's step, she gave up on approaching her husband.

"Come on, slow really, mas!", Nabila suddenly pulled Denis' arm so firmly to walk faster following him. Denis chose to obey.

They had already entered the stall and ordered two servings of fried rice. Long enough they wait, but their order never came because the condition of the stall was very crowded. It made Denis bored and pouty.

Nabila who saw her husband's face was unfriendly, trying to invite a conversation while occasionally sucking the orange ice in front of him. "Mas, is this you who gave me?" His speech.

"No, you bought it, you came here. This part goes to food production, I will give rations to you too" Denis said not to accept.

"The calculation is very, he said the director but nraktir a plate of fried rice aja ogah", said Nabila.

"I'm the deal" Denis suddenly changed his mind.

"Really?" Nabila said spirit.

"Yes, but pay with a kiss" Denis said, pointing at his lips and raising his eyebrows.

"OKs. Who's afraid! Nabila said excitedly.

"You sure? but kiss it here!" Denis said with a sly smile.

"Huhhh..basic mode!" Nabila pushes Denis chest, then Denis catches Nabila's hand.

"Please mbak, mas! Sorry to wait so long" said one waiter, putting two dishes of goat-fried rice on the table, make Nabila immediately pull his hand from Denis and switch to the spoon that is on the plate of fried rice.

"Good meal", he said, then immediately put a spoonful of fried rice in his mouth.

"Bahhh.... Huhhhhhhhhhh.... Heat.... It's hot..." Said Nabila not clear, because his mouth was hot.

Denis who saw his wife's behavior was not concerned even, laughing. "Eat if you eat it in the first note, the food is hot or not"

Nabila just flicked her lower lip to hear Denis words, then ate again with the fried rice that was in front of her, ignoring Denis who was now looking at her with a funny smile.

"When I got married, only tonight I saw Nabila who was really cheerful. Stay that way, because I like it", Denis said seriously, making Nabila immediately stop eating and look at him.

"I'm really happy, Dad. But since marrying you, my life has become depressed" said Nabila with a flat face. Then continue eating.

Denis held the hand of Nabila who wanted to scoop food, to make Nabila turn to face her husband who now looks sad. " Is marrying me really depressing you? Are you really unhappy with this marriage?" denis's voice was clear.

Nabila raised her chin and smiled thinly, then gently touched Denis' cheek. "I wasn't happy at first because I didn't know you. But now I'm so happy that I'm probably the happiest woman in the world to get so much attention from you"

Nabila's words made Denis breathe again. It was evident from his smile which was now beginning to expand. He took Nabila's palm, then said, "Thank you, Nab. Thank you for your presence and your sadness is always beside me".

After finishing his meal, Denis and Nabila immediately stepped out of the stall to the parking lot, where Denis' car was now located. At first they went hand in hand but over time their distance got further and further.

Denis is in front. Realizing Nabila was still behind him, Denis immediately turned around to pick up Nabila.

"You why? Slowly the way. Are you tired?", asked Denis to Nabila

"Hee'emm" Nabila's voice spoiled. "My stomach's full. These shoes also, make me more tired", complained Nabila while showing his shoes.

"Yes, let's carry it!" Denis offers his back to Nabila, but Nabila refuses.

Nabila took off a pair of shoes that he was wearing, then handed them to Denis. "That's it, bawain!" Pinta Nabila while handing over her sandals to Denis who actually refused to accept it, but Denis could not bear to refuse it.

Nabila then slipped her hand into Denis's arm. "Let's go!", ask him. Denis also complied with Nabila's invitation.