
Today's lunch everyone seemed happy, but not with Nita. She still spoke as necessary and also did not ask her husband too much. Actually Nita wants to join the others but she feels bad if she leaves her husband.
Laughter from the outside sounded so tempting in Nita's ears. The rebellious Raga wanted to get out, Indra looked at his wife flatly. As he chewed hurriedly he swallowed his food to ask the wife.
"Aren't you going to have lunch with me?" indra asked, she kept the spoon and started looking at Nita with a hurt look.
Highlighting her eyes so depicting full of disappointment, Nita lowered her head and exhaled her heavy breath.
"What is my fault?" Indra started asking back.
Nita linked her fingers agitatedly, this was her chance to say everything that was in her mind. About the problem of her husband who has not responded if he wants to have a baby. Akn but Nita's guts are like crackers doused in water, shriveling.
She looked up at her husband inside.
"Because you didn't allow me to join them!" nita hesitated. Indra frowned as Nita expressed her wish.
Nita was following me because she couldn't say what was in her heart. Uneg-unegnya not yet he can remove.
"You want to eat there like that? Why not say and have to be silent restlessly," said Indra with food and began to extend his hand to Nita grasping Indra's fingers.
Nita hesitated to return her husband's hand. However, he tried to come to terms with the circumstances he wanted to be able to behave normally in the presence of others. He did not want to make Karina, and Tazkia was worried about her who had been daydreaming a lot.
Nita returned the hand and began to stand up, following her husband. They walked quietly to each other, until the two of them came out of the room and then they pulled the corner of their lips to smile.
"Kok is late, Ma'am. We're done eating" said Tazkia, inching to get close to Nita. Indra who was aware of Tazkia's movements immediately pulled his wife to be behind his body.
"She should just sit next to me, Miss Kia," Indra refused with an irritating look to Kia. The woman snorted with Indra's words. He put on a sullen and annoyed face at Indra.
Her husband, who was aware that his wife was upset, patted her on the shoulder and whispered, "happily, you can be as close to her as you are satisfied if Mr. Indra leaves,"
"Can't! I have to keep him away from Nita. What the fuck is he hurting Mbak Nita," Kia grunted with a sharp look towards Indra. Indra looked at Kia in surprise, because he did not feel that he had hurt his wife. He loves her where he might hurt his wife.
Indra also slowly turned his body and turned to his wife who was behind him. However, Kia quickly distanced Indra from Nita.
"You said you wouldn't hurt him, but you made it look like life but death, a rich song d'bagindas. You know the lyrics, Mr. Indra," Kia said with a hostile look at Indra.
You're like a statue that has no heart
just silence like the dead
now I speak without further ado
you are blind-blind-eye deaf
alive but dead, alive but dead.
"I went to the office first," said Bian pat Indra on the shoulder, "just go home, there is no important meeting today. Finish your business with, Ms. Nita," whispered Bian.
Indra looked at Nita with joy, gently pulled the hand of the wife to follow her steps. Not to the office, but out of the shop. Nita resigned and began to follow where Indra went.
"Where are we, Mas?" nita asked as they left the store.
"Rome home" Indra replied, still looking ahead. He opened the car door for his wife. Indra turned around the car and sat down next to Nita.
"I thought you misunderstood me. And we have to straighten it out" Indra said with a smile on her lips.
"You're sensitive now?" satirize Nita with ketus. Actually he wants Indra to understand, but he has given the code but Indra still does not care.
"Yes, that's why I'll make you understand. I don't want to have a fatal misunderstanding in our household. All you have to know is that no one but you occupies the space of my heart" Indra explained. Nita is still nonchalantly listening. Before he knew the new plausible reason he would understand.
"Buck!" sulkan Nita while turning his face to look the other way. His cheeks were red with that word. Indra could even see if his wife was embarrassed and turned her eyes away.
"Like still dating," muttered Indra with an amused smile at his wife's behavior. Nita flipped back and hit her husband's arm.
"What the hell," Nita's murmur did not accept.
"Still shy.we're married."
"Well, why are we married?"
"There's nothing" Indra said, switching the conversation. He did not want to say the wrong thing and make his wife even more angry at him.
"Yes, it should be so relented. Everywhere also the wife will remain right even though the article is the wrong wife." Nita raised her hand to cover her laughing mouth. Indra shook his head slowly with his wife's statement.
They laughed together when they remembered Nita's words. The problem that originally made Nita indifferent now seemed to disappear. He forgot his protest period of Indra's attitude that always ignored his wishes.
Without feeling they have arrived in front of the house. As usual Indra came out and opened the door for his wife.
"What do we talk about in the room?" tanya Indra blinked her eyes side by side. Nita folded her arms around her chest and stared intently at her husband.
"You want to make me understand or make me rise in blood?!" grumbled Nita, the woman left Indra who chuckled because it managed to make his wife upset.
"Change clothes, yeah. We'll be out to straighten out our misunderstanding!" indra shouted as his wife had entered the room.
Nita hurriedly entered the room and closed the door quickly. He held onto his chest with a rapidly racing pounding. Though she and her husband have been married for several months, but the nervousness is always in whack when her husband flirts.
"Like a newlywed. Though it has been a few months married," muttered Nita with a strong head shake.
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