Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 13: Solitude Tipped Application

From the application as well, Astma got friends that she has considered as a sister and so forth. Although in the real world is so indifferent, in fact it is very humble in the world. Ironic, but better.

"Finally, it's over. Can take a break, good coffee." He muttered, then went back inside the house to make his favorite coffee.

This is the Village Girl. Never mind going out to play with friends, just looking for a girlfriend online. He's no longer interested. For him the world is just for writing, writing, and writing. Only that can give simple happiness ala Astma.

The sound of the clinking spoon spread the seductive fragrant aroma of his homemade coffee. The aroma that always restores the spirit. Especially when the idea is dead. Must have coffee. Never underestimate the philosophy of coffee.

Today, Asthma is alone at home. I don't know where his parents went, this morning said goodbye to go to the market. He said that Dad was on vacation, so he wanted to cook himself to make it good. When alone, then writing can quickly reach the expected target.

Headphones are always on, making the girl not hear the sound of knocking on the door ahead there. Bad habits, but that's all that can keep him from being distracted by anyone. Again, there was a knock on the door. However, he still did not hear the host.

Suddenly, the fingers stopped surfing on the keys. A foreign call came in. Who called without excuse? The number listed is the Indonesian number. Well, that's not an overseas number. Maybe his father's friend? Could be.

Swipe the green icon until making a connected call. "Assalamu'alaikum, who's sorry?"

Silent.

Did someone get it wrong, huh? Even the salutation did not get an answer. Not because of that, but the one who heard the soft voice was jolted back across his subconscious. The missed voice greeted his ear drum.

"If it's not important. Why phone? Bye." Asma continued preparing to turn off the phone, but the greeting answer from across frowned.

That sound? It's not foreign, but who? I don't know why it sounds so familiar. The greeting voice that asked her news returned awareness. "Who are you?"

\[Open the door! See who I am.\]~ans from across, stopping the girl's heartbeat for a moment.

Something's wrong, but what? Why does he feel worried. On the other hand, he was curious about the person who was now connected on the call. The footsteps slowly walked, without a word. Asthma approaches the front door of the house, then pulls the key. Then turn the knob. The call was still going on, until the door was pulled in.

A smile adorned the handsome face standing in front of him. Reyhan Saputra's! Why returned? Is there anything left? No. gabe. As he recalled, never found any items related to Bagas. Especially the man who was looking at her gently.

Rey turned off her phone, then reached out. "Hey, how are you?"

"Hm. Okay, come in." Asma replied without welcoming the man's helping hand, the girl removed the headphones from her head.

Both hands touch each other. The warm hands of Asma greeted the cold hands of Reyhan. Strange, why did that guy get out of the fridge. Did the house turn snowy outside? Just-there's. In Indonesia, especially Java because there is only heavy rain in the rainy season.

"Ekhem! Can release? I don't want to be a guardian statue." Syndir Asma was so relaxed, but the man in front of him grew even more widening smiles.

Right now, what day? Why so confusing. Reyhan's sudden arrival, and the man's attitude was so strange. The look in his eyes just kept falling into a real shadow. Not wanting to be a neighbor's talk. Asthma tries to release her own hand.

Want, don't want. He had to use his other hand to release Rey's hand which continued to hold his. In the middle of his attempt, the man took something from behind his pants pocket. The sparkle reflected by the sun's refractive rays distracts Asthma.

A ring that becomes the distance between the two. The look of the eyes intertwined, the longer, the deeper. "Asma, my arrival this morning was just to ask you one thing. Are you willing to be my wife and become the mother of my children?"

What's?! It was like a heavy rain in the desert. The sun changed the cold water. Did his ears hear wrong? Asthma stared intensely at the man who continued to stare unblinkingly. Serious face with a smile that did not fade. Instantly his heart rippled. The man reminded him of the flaws in him.

"Are you still sane, sir?" tanya Asma raised her eyebrows, not out of thought. Why does she want him as a wife. "Honorary sir, this girl is no good. So ....,"

"Stop!" Rey stops the girl's groundless rejection.

She knew the girl would try to change her decision. No. gabe. After thinking everything. Today courage comes knocking at the door of his heart, so he comes knocking at the door of the house that wants to be used as a complement to his life. However, conquering Asthma's heart was not as easy as he had imagined.

Reyhan sighed, the way was not right by saying louder until Asthma gasped. "Last time, you said a lot of things, but today. It's my turn, so listen!"

"I don't know what your nature, attitude and daily life are. I also do not know, what likes and hatreds are a fortress of self-defense to approach. For all I know, I want to be a part of your life. That'sallthatis. What wrong? If so, tell me what to do."

Piercing, it even feels so tight. He wanted to answer, but his lips were soft. What's he supposed to do? Rey is so stubborn. The man was right, but not with his point of view. Do I have to consider the feelings of the man in front of her? No. gabe. She looks good, but she is not a good girl.

"Aspie! I want answers." Rey clasped the village girl's hand with affection. He wanted, the girl felt the earnestness of her heart. "You can reject me, but give me one reason that my heart will accept."

Baffled. It is not about accepting or rejecting. There's something he can't say. A fact that made him fortify himself from the people of Adam. Not not not not wanting to get married, but whether the man came to her. Ready to accept the flaws that no one knows about?

"You're too rash, sir. If you are honest, it will awaken you. Who I really am, then listen." Asma looked at Rey so deeply, she wanted the man to know. Right now, there is nothing to hide anymore. "I am a girl, but .....,"

Rey gasps. His heart was throbbing, he was conscious and his hearing was not troubled. Is that true? The reality is shocking, but the heart and mind remain firm on the stand. Not wanting to repeat the mistake.

"Your past is part of an inseparable life." Rey looked deeper into Asma, convincing the girl of the seriousness she had. "Married to me, Asma. Be Reyhan Aditya's wife. Are you ready?"