Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 17: Dinner, Silence

Asma turned her head towards Rey who was sitting leaning on the edge of the bed with a gaze towards her. "Fried rice with a cup of black coffee."

"It's late, just change the fruit juice. Ok." Rey replied, he did not want his wife just stay up late for drinking coffee at night.

Why do people ask? If the end decides itself. It's a very adorable habit. Never mind. I also want to argue for free. Better to close your eyes again, whatever the man wants to do.

The return of Asthma enjoys calmness with eyes closed, until forgetting the phone is in a state of lowbat. It seemed that the girl was too tired to think. The change in his life is too fast, even faster than the change of seasons.

Thirty minutes later.

The ordered food came, Rey opened the door slowly. After seeing Asma sleeping, the man did not want to wake his wife. He realized, the wife must be exhausted. However, the tempting aroma of cooking spread throughout the room.

"Ugghh, how come?" tanya Asma blinked trying to force her eyes open, although it felt heavy, but hunger overcame the whack of drowsiness. Especially after smelling the smell of food, "I wash my face first."

Asthma pulled out the blanket, then got out of her bed. Half-awareness, made the girl forget her current appearance. The footsteps walked over to the bathroom, leaving Rey stunned by the sight before her eyes.

*Yes Allah, strengthen the servant. Don't let the error of holding your servant hostage.~batin Rey breathes out her heavy*.

Rumbling in the chest with hot air that spread to all nerves in his body. He was a normal man, naturally when getting a halal sight began to hope to have. Fortunately, common sense is still silent to deliver awareness.

Don't want to think any further about the first night. Rey arranged the table in such a way that she could have dinner together. The man sat waiting while playing his phone, while Astma returned with a fresher face. The girl's steps were not to approach her husband.

However, approaching the chair in front of the dressing table. Where the wedding dress with outdoor kebaya becomes the goal. He was aware of such an open appearance and to cover his clearly emblazoned body. He took a kebaya that resembled a blazer, then used it.

A moment of staring at yourself from the reflection of the mirror while tying his long hair into one part to make it more comfortable. Every move made by my wife. Rey just looked through the eye. It turns out his wife is smart to get around the appearance so as not to be so open.

"Can we eat? I'm so hungry." scolded Rey trying to start a conversation, making Asma turn to stare at her. Then nod his head.

The girl walked up to him. Face with makeup that is still clearly visible. Lips without a smile with a calm expression. "Why just order one?"

On the table there was only a serving of fried rice, plus a glass of juice and also a glass of white milk. Wonderful, but don't know what's on the man's mind. If you are hungry, why not order some food?

"Mom says, you have trouble eating. So, I follow his advice." Rey arranged the fried rice into two halves, but remained in the same container. "Come, we'll eat together. Look, there's two spoons. So don't worry."

The hunger that continues to wring, making Asthma resigned. The two sat next to each other, yet were uncomfortable with such a position. Don't want to be awkward. He took a blanket, then held it under the sofa. Then change seats. So relieving.

"Why downstairs?" asked Rey was wrong with the behavior of the wife, the girl was impressed to keep her distance. "Asma, we're going to eat. Not making out, why is your face so tense?"

"I want to sit down. Is something wrong?" ask back Asma did not want to lose, why the man was insensitive.

All this time, he kept his distance from Adam. Suddenly, tonight's room with a man. Status is a lawful husband, not a husband. It's just, not as fast as lightning either. Do I have to smile all the time? Or should I stare spoiled?

Now his heart was filled with anxiety. There is a sense that cannot be described. As if understanding the wife, Rey did not continue the debate. The two ate quietly, despite a little drama before enjoying dinner.

Two plates. People say, sharing food in the same place will strengthen the love in the hearts of the couple. Is that true? When trust envelops a belief. Then, it will be realized with reality.

"Take, drink!" Rey holds out a glass of orange juice to Asthma, but the girl chooses to take the white milk that is still lying on the table. "Are you seriously going to drink that?"

Asthma just nodded, then sipped milk until the toilet half a glass. Feels weird. Milk should taste sweet, but why a bit bitter, huh? There is a mixture in the milk. Rey looked at him with a stare. A look of suspicious smile was imprinted on the man's face.

"It's not regular milk, but there's also a cure. I added vitamins to keep the body warm" Rey said, saying she felt bad, but the vitamins she meant had side effects.

Asthma returns the half-living glass of milk to the table, "Ouh, I see. Sorry, I don't know."

*It's better that way. If you know, you must have rushed to spit out half the milk that has entered the stomach.~ucap Rey's heart refrained from staying kind, his eyes glanced counting the seconds of the spinning needle*.

The dinner ended with a drink exchange. Rey finally enjoys a glass of juice, while waiting for time to pass. Five minutes later, Asthma began to feel uncomfortable sitting down. The girl was busy shaking her hands. Must be hot.

The vitamin that Rey refers to is a type of medicine to increase stamina. If men take it, it will only have the usual side effects. I don't know what will happen to Asthma. Not really, but already.

"Why is it so hot, huh?" ask Asthma to himself, then get out of his seat.

A heat that continued to spread throughout his body. Like standing under the sun. Very bright, even after curling your hair. Still, his body was not cold. Is something wrong? He turned to look towards Rey.

"Can you give me the antidote? I don't know, what kind of vitamins you drink, but this is very ....,"

Not yet finished his words until hanging. Rey had already pulled her body into the deck. The gentle rubbing he felt shifted all consciousness. The gentle whisper of the man made the bristles crumble. Want to run, but the silent body is unable to wart. What's wrong with her?

"Stttt. Close your eyes, let go of all the burdens of your mind. Calm down, Asthma. We're going to change things for the better. Trust me." whispered Rey once more, then let go of her embrace.