When My Wife Surrender

Seeing you Again

Rain's gaze could not be separated from the girl standing beside him. The girl who was indifferent to him. Until, the teacher came to bring the Chrysanthemum.

"Thank you.." he said grabbing the sojasah left the room, full of smiles."Excuse me, sir..."

Walking down the aisle, like a free bird not bound by Rain anymore. College seeks a diploma degree, works, has a lover who loves her, and marries a man who is sincere to her. Just stay it. His footsteps were light, oblivious to the swift footsteps behind him, danger lurking.

His arm was suddenly pulled by a young man into a men's toilet. Put it in one of the rooms.

"Rain!?" The chrysanthemum tried to push him. But his lips were smothered with a kiss, his tongue greeting deeper. It is as if greed is never satisfied. Chrysanthemum Eyes slowly closed, his heart still pounding fast like before. But this has to stop.

The chrysanthemum slightly pushed the young man's body, but Rain held both of his hands. Corn it on the wall, a little whisper,"Listen, I'll be gone for a few years. Never be close to any man, never have a lover, never get married. Wait for me to come back..."

"Who are you!? My father isn't!! Boyfriend is also not.." Chrysanthemum words stopped, the lips were again silenced.

Slowly unbutton some Chrysanthemum shirt. Until the two objects that are still closed are seen, massaged, played. The kiss went down to the neck while making a few signs, whispering, "If you scream for help, we'll be married off. You don't have a choice, promise you won't have a boyfriend and get married, or we'll make a child here?" tanyanya, back kiss the chrysanthemum neck.

The girl bit the bottom of her own lips, the strange sensation that felt was still the same. Shouting for help means getting married and living the same fate, resigned means he will do it with Rain here.

There's only one option, "Stop it, a. I promise I won't have a boyfriend or get married." she said, herself like a cheap woman.

No, he's just a cockroach, I don't want any more contact with him. My son.he will not be the father of my son later.

Rain's hand that gripped him tightly started to let go. Smiling, biting the bottom of his own lips.

"I hate you!!" snapped Chrysanthemum tidied up his clothes, walked up to pick up his steeds, then came out slamming the door amid his frustration.

"But I love you, should I put a letter in your head if you belong to only one Rain? Or all I had tied you up.." he muttered smilingly, but for a moment the smile disappeared for some reason, a drop of his tears flowing, wiped away by it.

***

The day finally arrived, the day Rain left. His eyes looked around, looking for the whereabouts of Chrysanthemum, but until his flight number was called the Chrysanthemum did not appear.

"He didn't come to take me.." he muttered down, in the plane that was about to take off. But something vaguely saw him behind the runway trellis. Someone was standing wearing clothes with a flashy village color.

"He's coming..." Rain smiled, aware of the existence of Chrysanthemum.

The teenager's handcuffs a pair of wedding rings as her necklace pendulum. Welcoming his departure to another country."Don't cheat, wait for me to come home." he murmured.

***

9 Years later...

A beautiful woman dressed in waitrees smiled. Wearing a name tag with the position of F&B service supervisor.

"Gig!!" call him, raise the intonation of his voice.

"What's up...?" a French man, put down his knife as long as it looks irritated.

Prangs...

A plate of food that was only a little left was thrown, to the floor, "There is hair.." he growled.

"Then? Look at the chefs, is there anyone who doesn't have long hair!? Is there anyone who doesn't tie her hair!?" he looked at the woman before him.

"There!! Your blonde hair is still long!! Want me to cut it!?" the woman pulled the young chef's hair.

"No!! You fucking lady judes!! You should not have a boyfriend!! Old virgin candidate!!" unfortunately, trying to stop the Chrysanthemum hand.

"Look at my hair blonde!! It's black, dodol!!" annoyed by the chef.

"Stay, I have to prove it many times, due to false accusations in order to get free food!! Even installing a special CCTV on the front desk of the kitchen before the food is served, just because the chef gondrong like you!!" a truly piqued regret.

"You know I'm innocent!! But still blame me!! You salmon fish!!" snarled the chef.

"Basic crow!! If you can't cut your hair, don't call me Chrysanthemum." she said again trying to grab the chef's hair.

Chef Steward (the man in charge of ensuring the sterilization of the kitchen, new equipment needed or has been damaged) squinted at their quarrels, "They are like a sparring couple." he murmured.

A chef, pat her on the shoulder, "They fight every day. It's commonplace, you could say without the two freaks, this hotel restaurant wouldn't be as famous as it is now..."

"Yes too.. Why is Chef Damien not married?" the tananya while shrinking the fire adds some spice.

"Not knowing, he said he became a chef just as a hobby. The information about him was quite mysterious." the chef Steward began to record the equipment that had just entered.

"Owh.. What is Chrysanthemum? Beautiful, brilliant career, why not have a lover? I was a little bit anxious to match them.." murmured the chef, stirring up the food by playing his teflon over the high temperature.

"Him? The ladies of judes, just rude when working. In his real life, meek, blushed in the presence of all the men who were approaching. But like a curse, nothing will work." he replied.

"Why...?" ask the curious chef. Just getting an answer in the form of a breath.

***

Until the time came home, the appearance of Chrysanthemum began to change, hair dyed with simple clothes in the style of career women. Walking wearing high heels, beautiful white manicured face.

Damien, a French national, knitted his forehead, "A blind date again?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, this time I'm going to have a boyfriend, get married, have a husband who loves me and cute kids." murmured Chrysanthemum.

"really?" Damien knitted his forehead.

***

A fast food restaurant became his meeting place. A smiling honorary teacher looked at him, looking affectionate, even though the cheap shoes and clothes he wore were okay. One of the most important things, can be a husband who only loves him as well as a good father.

Until the man smiled, with yellowing teeth, even yellowing fingernails were also visible.

Cigarette addicts.it is okay, it can still be repaired. Chrysanthemum murmured in his heart, still trying to accept his shortcomings.

"Sorry," the man accidentally farted, releasing a poisonous gas that spread to every corner of the room. Make the whole place look at him.

Farting is a human thing, be calm... Chrysanthemums try to return to being elegant, resisting the bad smell of jengkol stew that may actually be eaten by the young man.

"Krisan, do you have your own home?" his tan smiled, having let out a pungent smell without the slightest embarrassment.

"No, I don't have a home." said Chrysanthemum with a smile.

But the apartment rented annually, to buy a house the money just collected half. Are you a fraud like my previous date.

"I want to have a more serious relationship with you." The young man clasped the Chrysanthemum fingers.

The girl smiled, maybe this is the man who can be the husband who really loves her and their children later. Not having any feelings, no problem, better to be loved than to love, that's the principle now.

Seriate