Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 121: THE PAST

Many people live without the burden of the past, and vice versa. Is that the past? Of course, everything that happens after being passed can not be changed again except to improve. The past often becomes a secret. Some are purposely hidden and some are deliberately poured out without fear.

Sometimes one question is representative enough, so humans have excessive fear. Don't-don't this and that, well too easy parnoan. It should not always be related to past events. Many are stuck with the story.

Asma's departure, made Bagas pay attention to the photos in his mobile phone gallery. A small family of husband and wife and a three-year-old son. It looks a bit strange because the eyes of the judges of the woman who is believed to be a wife, then the sadness in the eyes of the husband, only his son looks good and happy.

The information requested about the man in the photo, while Astma only provides brief details in the form of names and also characteristics only. The question is whether the man is a person of the past or the present? In addition, based on the information provided by his men. The family in the photo also lives in Jakarta.

One by one the information he tried to sort, unfortunately Bagas only takes into account one side of life. If the man were to connect the two sides simultaneously, then it would be clear the actual form and story. Leaving the perenung, in the living room everyone had started to disperse themselves to rest.

Tomorrow night is a reception event that definitely requires a lot of energy. But for Asthma the task is much more important. The woman did not return to the living room, but rather went into her own room. Where some work had been awaiting his arrival. Since becoming the project leader a lot of time was spent sitting in front of the lepi.

The luxurious room with AC that was slalu lit became a place that he did not like. Honestly, his body is still adapted to all these luxurious facilities. Often turn off the AC if in the room alone, then open the balcony door to let the air in the room change. The breeze that hits the face always returns a thinning consciousness.

"My guess is true, but that's it. Now there's nothing to worry about." Asthma turns direction, he steps up to the co-owned work desk.

Where the lepi is still on, then pull up the seat to sit on and then begin a re-examination of the work overnight. The bustle of the woman knows no time, she is too late to be unaware of Rey's arrival. The man noticed the seriousness of his woman in pursuing a job in a new field.

If I may be honest, he began to salute because his wife was learning and always asked this in order to get an answer from every doubt. He knew, Asma asked for the help of many people around him just to fulfill the responsibilities of a leader. For some he saw the struggle without feeling tired.

It turns out that it is true that Bagas said that Asma is able to manage work without having to think again. Although some things must be considered intensely, he is still proud of his wife's hard work. Especially in the midst of his busy life still trying to write and serve the family.

"Butterfly, don't you want a vacation?" Rey held her arms around Asthma from behind, eyes forward looking at what she was checking.

"Everybody's gonna want a vacation, Mas. Will the work be done with the holidays? If so, it's fine." Asma replied so casually in response to Rey's question, making the man chuckle softly.

He forgot his responsibility, "Sorry, My wife. I don't think any honeymoon vacation is prohibited. Aye, right?"

The direction of the conversation has changed. Not once or twice, the husband turned the chat towards the honeymoon. All of this has a primary purpose. As a wife, she knows what a husband wants. Only, were the two of them ready with future responsibilities?

The lid closed without turning it off, then he released both hands that were coiled around the neck, then moved from the seat. Without a word, he guided the husband to occupy the place he had just sat. The eyes clashed with each other reluctantly to turn.

The emerald eyes that were pacified the brown eyes gaze drowned. A gentle swipe greeting the face distracts her, "Butterfly ...,"

"Hmm, too sweet is your voice, Hubby." Asma did not let Rey speak her heart, she only had one chance to straighten out thoughts that might be lost.

Her fingers kept dancing toying with the adrenaline of a man. The stillness of the breezy wind delivers touch by touch. For a moment he stopped, "What are you afraid of? The past or the future?" His whisper jolted Rey's consciousness lulled in the short touch of the wife.

A moment of distraction ended his power was neglected. Asthma can affect consciousness without trying as hard as you can. The woman understood that she had been possessed with all her heart. There will be no rejection even if you try to fight.

Enfolded the woman's waist until it fell into the lap. "I'm afraid of losing my wife. Is that considered a crime?"

"Your fear will only be doubt. Try to understand that our relationship should not fall into the abyss ..." How to explain simply, sometimes he forgets to talk to a cold man and not a love poet.

"Hubby, it's just me and you, and then it's us. Right means property and duty means responsibility. But above both, there is faith. Isn't life simple? We must live in the present, let go of the past, a little knit for the future.

"Honestly, I'll make it easy without having to argue over something that could be misunderstood. What is the purpose of honeymoon so that we can follow the pregnancy program? If so, I agree." said Asma completed a heart expression that emphasizes simple thinking.

An understanding wife, she thought she should code her woman like in the movies. Even though the new film was watched only three films and that was thanks to the whims of the wife. As the husband of a writer, there is a lot to learn. Life is not just about files, business problems that seem boring.

Once, twice, he became a normal person. Not that this is less normal, it's just that the life of Asthma is more colorful. The woman has a world that is grasped even sometimes when accompanying overtime work. He is often busy reading novels from the prowess of an Asthma.

But of all the novels, the only one he avoids is the horror novel. Not afraid but just feeling creepy. He did not understand how to distinguish the writing from different flow written simultaneously. Once he asked to be taught with the intention of knowing the life of a writer.

"Hmm, a lioness huh?" Asthma squinted her eyes, making Rey smile clumsy but not with her naughty hands. "Mas!"

Asthma warning calls are only considered past winds. Rey is enjoying her power. The man did not hesitate to tighten the embrace infiltrate expect warmth. Slowly surrendering themselves in the form of taste, bringing both of them drowning in the cradle of desire.

Between love and touch, the couple unites with one hope for the future. Meanwhile, in the other rooms there was only a commotion. The snapping sound of a woman sounded deafening that heard it. She was angry because she saw the past of her husband.

"Cit, should you scream like this? Outside there is Niko. Be aware!" The man tries to control the situation that is increasingly passing the limits of patience.

But the woman was getting angry. He took a vase of flowers on the nightstand, then without warning he threw it towards the man standing in front of the bathroom door. The sound of broken glass momentarily filled the room room. As if there was no place for the heart to calm down, she took the fruit bowl, then threw it again but it could have been avoided by her husband.

"You're asking me to be self-conscious? How are you the same? Where is the pride as a wife who has always been number two and that lowly woman? Cih, he's a household destroyer. Let's just wake up!" The woman really cannot control her emotions, in the heart and head there is only a rude swearing aimed at the past of the husband.

Which wife is not angry? If you suddenly see a picture of another woman in her own wallet. Behind the photo, I still miss you. He understands and knows very well that the marriage that is now being lived is only for status.

But that does not mean there are third parties present because it is not allowed. For some reason, the man who became her husband always lived in the past. Often he thought, what is that woman like? Why is it so influential in the life of a Kalingga. A man who is always alone, but becomes the choice of his family.

Kalingga tried to remain calm, "Partner, as much as you insulted him. Believe me, he doesn't care because you're not part of his life. I know, it's not fair to just try to understand my world not to be grasped by your selfish desires."

"Now what do you want?" His hand pointed to challenge Kalingga who had been just a status husband, "Don't expect us to separate. You should remember my parents' services ...,"

As boring as ever, the woman ventured into adding to the lecture stanza explaining their vision of the mission of marriage which was in fact just a foundation pole without supporting the building. A house without walls and a roof, what can still be called a place to go?

It is free to give hope or opportunity to Citra. A marriage that was decided too hastily ended up being a regret, "Have it? Now listen to me carefully. You are indeed my wife, but she who accompanies me even fights so that I can get to this point."

"Your anger is not much different from the embers, but he remains calm and patient with my stubbornness. Here you exercise the right to repress my obligations, but he willingly relinquishes the right to keep my future steps from stalling."

Kalingga took a deep breath, tired of facing the wife of temperament. He who is used to being understood, loved even prioritized. Now it must learn to understand, give up and explain so that his wife remembers the personality can not be snatched away by others.

"Ha-ha-ha, if she's that special, why isn't she your wife, huh. Don't forget among us there is Niko, our son." ketus Citra did not want to give up again, it's up to her husband to say what. For him maintaining a relationship is very important because both parents can be angry if there is a separation.

Citra's words have a point, why the wife he dreams of is not his lover. But other women who come begging to be married for an innocent baby. The debate between rights, love, hurt and reality will only end in a tightness in the chest. Hope is as thin as the onion skin layer.

The commotion that occurred in the room, made a child who was playing scared. The child curled up hugging both knees with a trembling body. His mind was so innocent with a vulnerable heart feeling depressed. Not just once, but every time a screaming sound was heard to come out of his parents' room.

Life is not as complicated as the thinking of adults who add, multiply, and then divide problems without any addition. But sometimes parents forget a fact. Where oral and action is very important. It is possible to fight, but remember the tone of voice to stay in the room.

Kalingga's wish is simple, but forget the fact that he has a wife to keep his heart. While Citra only prioritizes its rights without remembering the obligations of a wife. A marriage that is supposed to be a symbiotic mutualism turns hot like a hell of a world without burning.

Let time pass as destiny has outlined. Every living person has the wish to achieve the goal, but not all end in the expected results. How a dim twilight fetches the darkness of night befriends the surging clouds of wine.

"Are you ready to surprise me?" ask a mature guy who just walked into a girls' locker room in a famous boutique.

Maroon red dress with a low cleavage without arms, the bottom dangling backward, but the front is only limited to the knee. The hair is carried with a circular pink pearl decoration, a round sparkling pendant necklace, a suweng earring as big as a corn seed. Thick makeup with red glowing theme.

Beautiful and accentuated her adult female side, "I'm always ready, especially today part of my life can be mine. Wouldn't I be more worthy of being crowned beauty queen? An aura that can break the hearts of many men."

Her beauty is indeed worthy of thumbs up just that the woman forgot the meaning of beautiful is inner beauty. As beautiful as a woman, but the attitude only put forward the ego and act as a teaser. What can be said? Niente.

The footsteps of the two left the preparation ground. Where in front of the boutique a car is parked sweetly waiting for the arrival of the owner, then they enter without delay time. Then the car drove down the shoulder of a crowded street. Eight is thirty minutes in the morning.

"Master, Miss. On the middle xxx road there are road improvements, so the route this time is a little far to reach the destination. Please be patient" explained the driver shortly before changing the direction of the road so that the two employers do not misunderstand.