When My Wife Surrender

Honeymoon Package

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The sound of knocking on the door rang out, Rain's lips on Chrysanthemum's neck sucking his skin between annoyance and anxiety, his plan failing again this time.

"Rain!!" chrysanthemum screeches pushed the young man, quickly picking up his powder. It contained a small mirror, pointing towards its own neck. The reddened one slowly turned into a purplish blue.

"Manager!?" call Damien, still knocking from out there.

"Do I need to make the same sign again? Where do you want to be? In here?" tanya Rain pointed at the shoulder area,"Here?" this time the young man's finger pointed to his chest, "Or here?" he said he was biting the bottom of his own lips. Pointing to the area of Chrysanthemum thighs.

"Don't!! You suck!!" furious, with reflex hands covered the area of his chest and thighs wrapped in full clothes.

"Slices!?" call Damien again to make sure he's in shape.

"Yes.I'll be out!" with lightning fast, Chrysanthemum covered Rain's lip scar using foundation.

"We broke up." said Chrysan no less fierce.

"A breakup is like a divorce, it needs the consent of both parties. I disagree, so we don't break up" Rain smiled, hugging Chrysanthemum who was about to leave from behind, "I love you,"

If this Chrysanthemum before time repeats, it might return his embrace. Caressing his face, smiling with excitement.

But time has repeated itself, Rain does not understand where his mistake is until the Chrysanthemum heart changes. As different paths he took.

"I hate you." he said still smiling, releasing Rain's hand that was coiled around his stomach.

His eyes were fixed on his wife who was still alive but with a changed heart. Is it because you chose to go abroad? What is the cause of the great change in Chrysanthemum?

One thing that makes him think a lot, the origin of the change of heart of his wife. As the day she repeats time, waking up in her High School days, Chrysanthemum has turned to hate her.

Butwhy? What because he went to the teacher's office, agreed to a scholarship abroad, unlike before the time it happened to play basketball got a birthday cake and received a Chrysanthemum feeling.

Rain was still silent, there was really something odd. It was like his wife was also repeating the time to hate him...

"No way.." murmured Rain, denying his deduction."Maybe it's because I didn't come to the basketball court, and I chose to go abroad" he said.

***

Starting in the afternoon, Rain brought some chocolate and two large bags of dozens of packs of rice. Sharing it near the area under the bridge, some cardboard houses are there. Many street children and buskers who laugh enjoy eating packaged rice with chicken dishes.

A child bowed silently, given a packet of chocolate and a packet of rice by him."Eat it." he said smiling. The boy ran, sharing his chocolate with another girl.

Even seen looking for a place to eat rice complete with chicken pieces, one serving together. Her tears flowed her smiling face.

Suppose the accident did not happen, if he could express his feelings for Chrysanthemum better, when time has not repeated. Maybe their child will be born healthy.

The baby boy was tiny, according to the results of the USG at the time. But everything stopped, the baby in the womb of his wife died in the Chrysanthemum womb along with the mother at the age of 8 months.

In the moments of labor they are waiting for, two children who do not have a family, grow up together, get married, live happily in a house that is not so big. Will have a tiny baby, a little angel whom God has entrusted. The angel they failed to take care of, because of Rain's fault, who could not convince his wife's heart. Only Chrysanthemum was loved...

"What if we marry and have children, our son will come back to life...? I'm sorry, father caused your death, before God gave you a second chance." he muttered sobbing all by himself. The blood from his wife's groin, hugging his lifeless body, shook her head hoping that the cold body with open eyes was moving.

But nothing happened, the body still had to be buried under the burial ground.

Rain wiped away her tears, tried to smile back, "I'll get your mother's heart back, so you can come back to life as well.

"All that?" tanyanya began to rise.

"Have it, but wouldn't it be best to leave it to the foundation alone?" the assistant knitted his forehead not understanding. About young people who often distribute food, clothing and medicine to orphanages and nursing homes.

"No, it's more fun to share it yourself. Not so much time and energy after all. Sharing yourself, seeing smiles from people gives a different sensation. Instead of handing over funds to a charitable foundation." he began to rise up.

Ferdy opened the car door for Rain. Then sit back in the driver's seat. "There's a shareholder meeting next Monday, as commissioner you have to attend,"

"Em," that's the answer, staring out at the street, the wind in his hair. His face tried to smile, looking forward to what would happen next.

Rain realized something, his father was the owner of an airline that committed suicide before time repeated itself. The decision he made, made Krisan able to become the manager of the hotel that saved Sakha. Perhaps his son, who will be born in the Chrysanthemum womb, will be able to live again, someday. The son they had been waiting for...

***

It's been two days, Rain hasn't worked, there's a strange feeling in Chrysanthemum. Slowly he who had been wearing work clothes, was about to knock on the door of Rain's apartment.

But his hands were shaking, he did not do it, he really missed Rain. But, this is indeed better, if Rain disappears maybe he can marry another man. Find a good father for his son later.

A father who will not leave his pregnant wife. Cheating with the director of the company where he works. Dara eventually conceives Rain's child. It's sad not, she already knows the end of everything as an unloved woman, but still misses her.

His hands were closed to knock on the apartment door or press the bell of Rain's apartment. It might have been better, they went their own way. The chrysanthemum clenched its hands, still returning to its original purpose of finding a good father for his son later. It's a flat stomach, a stomach with no fetus in it.

Go down the aisle, to go to work...

***

All preparations have been arranged to welcome the arrival of the new hotel owner. Necklaces made of flowers are strung together, staff lined up according to the department and its position.

Until the dishes will be served later, room? Something strange actually, General Manager said the new hotel owner wants to stay in a room with decorations and honeymoon facilities.

The chrysanthemum in charge watches over everything. Includes rose petals in bathtubs, even aromatherapy candles commonly used for honeymoon packages.

A king-size bed, decorated with heart-shaped rose petals, and two swans were formed using a towel. Uniting the lips forms a heart symbol.

Wine with the best year, seafood, and cake mixed with rose petals as an aroma enhancer.

A freak who would come alone to the hotel but book a honeymoon package. Is that guy gonna order a lady entertainer? I don't know...

The F&B service manager who was unaware of the room and the two sets of dishes will be consumed by whom later.

Until, the preparation is over, he began to go down to the loby, taking a tray that has been decorated. Contains a series of flower necklaces that will be worn by the general manager on the new hotel owner later.

Chrysanthemum tried to smile, staring at a fantastic precious car stopping in front of the hotel in time. The car door opened, a handsome young man came down, dressed in a neat suit. Staring at him, walked past at the subordinate who looked down as he flashed followed by his assistant.

The smile on Chrysanthemum's face disappeared, looking at the young man without shame. Until the general manager, draping flowers on Rain.

The chrysanthemum is still still glued to his fate, until suddenly Rain approaches, "What's the pleasure of preparing a room for us later tonight? Iloveyou..."

The br*hsek man said it again, a declaration of love that Chrysanthemums should avoid.

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