Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Can't promise.
"You don't have to be afraid By, as much as I can always be with you, you're my home" Jason said slowly, holding his wife's hand and dipping it briefly.
"I'm just afraid you're turning By" Shirleen said again.
"I told you, to get to this stage alone is so difficult, have I been messing with By all this time ?" ask Jason.
"You shouldn't have to think about anything else, it's just me you and the kids, already why burden yourself with thoughts that will cast doubt on you, don't make me a bad husband" say Jason again.
Shirleen was silent, what her husband said, she should not have to think about anything else, just her little family.
"I can't promise that we can be like this forever, but if you want, we can try, we'll both try" Jason said, and again kissed the back of his wife's hand.
"By I always cry easily, keep making my tears fall because I'm happy" Shirleen said with her sobbing.
The two embrace, for Shirleen he can not force Jason to always love her, learn from a failure of his household, once he and Athar even promised to love each other until their old age, but promise is not a reason for a lasting relationship, the proof Athar can ignore their promises, cheat and even marry again.
If a promise can bind a relationship, of course all couples will think first before playing with fire, but not... There is nothing with a promise, although the responsibility is not only with man but also with God, but a lot of people on this earth who underestimate a promise.
And Shirleen, he was forced to disown because Athar started it. He could not last a lifetime with a promise.
He understood, Jason did not make a promise to him, because it was hard, and they would not be strong because they could only live this life, and God would decide.
Currently Dareen was pacing in the bathroom, he could clearly hear Sri was still in his room while he forgot to bring a towel for her.
"Why stay in my room" he grumbled softly.
Fahira will go immunization at this time, so Sri is dressing her child in the room.
But he saw the clothes he had prepared for Dareen still lying on the bed, Dareen was still bathing but why did he think for so long.
Because she is still fasting talking with her husband, so Sri is here just waiting for who knows there is something that her husband needs or if something happens to her husband she can immediately know.
He waited while spoiled with Fahira.
"Mother's son, today want immunization yaaa, do not fuss yaa, do not cry later, the mother's child will be great" Sri invited to talk her daughter.
Dareen who heard Sri talk made her know that Sri was still not out of her room, but her legs were tingling due to the coldness of the bathroom floor.
He tried to wait again, although inwardly eager to scream for help Sri to get him a towel but still he could not do because his ego was too high.
"Aaarrgghh shit, no damn girl no other job" murmured Dareen.
If only he could lower his ego a little, maybe his legs would not tingle until this cramp.
Fifteen minutes passed, and there was still a voice in her room. He exhaled slowly and neutralized his heart, this is Dareen with a million ego who currently can do nothing but ask for Sri's help.
Ceklek. door opened, he saw Sri was folding Fahira clothes so that more neat maybe to put back in the closet. Aaahh he did not know, the most important thing is Sri had to help him.
"Damn it, take my towel for the hunt" said Dareen, his body is still in the bathroom, only his head is sticking out.
"Woy, you don't want to pretend to be a budek, I sumpain budek really know the taste later" cried Dareen again. He was upset because Sri ignored him.
Still, Sri did not flinch, the plan he would not rise if Dareen still called him a goddamn or woy, or any other rude word, because he was a wife who had the right to protest if her husband was wrong.
"Eh village girl, don't be so cute lo yaa"
"Or if you don't get out of my room, I want to get out of this bathroom" said Dareen again.
Sri got up from her seat because she had also finished fixing Fahira's clothes, took Fahira and was about to come out, but suddenly her steps stopped when getting a plan in her brain.
His paradise may not be visible, but if he can achieve it then they will meet soon.
Sri put Fahira back on the bed, and then took a towel from the delivery place, he then headed to the bathroom and smiled grinning, grinning, Dareen was happy to see Sri's step towards him because for him it was Sri, even though he had behaved badly to Sri, but Sri still always complied.
But suddenly Sri stopped her steps, at a distance of about two meters, Sri hung a Dareen towel by lifting it.
"If this is what Mas wants, Mas can take it himself, here from my hands" said Sri full of confidence, it is the first sentence he said after fasting talking with her husband a few days.
"Heh damn what do you mean, you want me to take it out from here to there to take a towel" asked Dareen sebal.
Sri did not answer, she only smiled wryly because Masnya's call was answered Damn by Dareen.
"Buger, there's no way I'm aaah" Dareen looks frustrated. His legs that had been cramped from earlier made his mood very bad.
I don't know what Dareeen had said in her heart about Sri, but from her gaze she really disliked this moment.
Long before the two faced off, Dareen was still with his ego, while Sri still remained in his stance.
"OK tell me what to do so you can give me a towel, or you go out there anyway and I can be free to te*anjang also this is my room" said Dareen.
"I don't like Mas Dareen calling me that cake" Sri replied gently.
"That's what it is" asked Dareen.
"Yes" answered Sri.
"Damn it ? Yes, in fact, you're fucking, already accept it's suitable for you"
Still mending I do not call cheap, this is proof lo it is cheap so you can want to see my precious body.
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