Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 21: The Beginning, Because of Mobile Phones

Just relax, Mom." Asthma shifts position, tired of lying down even though you have to endure the pain down there. "At least, I know if in such a big place there's a cold guy like a refrigerator."

"So, is that the only reason you called me Mr. Fridge? It seems too much." Rey protested after weighing from the factors that triggered the strange name.

Especially when considering the refrigerator is an inanimate object that can provide coolness for food and so forth. If you see what happens, Asthma is colder than him. Aye right? As much as the question, the girl often only answers briefly.

The couple's chatter came to a halt for a moment, both silent due to the sound of screams from each other's stomachs. Compact with demo asking for rations to eat. Without delaying any more, Rey prepared the actual food already on the front desk of the sofa.

Well, Bagas had already delivered the food when Asthma went to take a bath. However, given the condition of the wife who must be exhausted due to her actions. The man took the initiative to bring food into the bed. Again, just a plate of food. It will become a new habit.

"Mas, did you eat half enough?" tanya Asma hesitated about the portion of her husband's meal, do not let because of one habit. Instead the man was starving just to pay more attention to him.

Rey simply rubbed the Asthma head, then continued to bribe the rice into her mouth. Right now, it was not about how much rice could enter his stomach. How far does it go to get to know the wife's life. It's not torture, just a little tolerance.

An hour passed, both of them looking good. Rey allowed the buttons of the watch, but the glare stared at the mirror. Where from the reflection of the mirror, Astma was busy playing the phone by sitting sideways on the sofa. His wife smiled to herself. What was?

"Asma, do we have to book a train ticket to return to Jakarta?" Rey asks trying to shift his wife's focus, but the girl is still busy doing things with her phone. "Mrs Asma Reyhan Aditya!"

The sound of a call greeted the girl's eardrum, "Five minutes, Mas. Just a minute." Asma continued editing the script that he had just finished typing, then went to the online novel application page.

It felt relieved when it managed to update one chapter, having disappeared without notice to its readers. He is a writer, but he is still proud to be a writer. After that, he put the phone on the table. Then she looked at her husband who was already standing in front of her eyes.

"Sit, Mas. Emotions will not provide solutions." Asthma lowered her legs, then patted the sofa beside her. Rey followed her wish, "A wife is obliged to go wherever her husband lives. Ready, not ready, I'll come with you."

"If it's about my parents. I believe they can take good care of themselves. One more thing, don't think nothing of me." Asthma turned her head, momentarily looking at her husband's silent face listening. "Mas can check my phone. If you have any doubts."

A flat object that is lying on the table, but repeatedly lit up. It seems, once the phone was in online mode. A lot of people contacted. Is the screen on because of a message, or a call? I don't know, because it's silent without ringtones.

I saw doubt in her husband's eyes. Asma took her phone, then removed the password she used to use for security. Then grab Rey's hand, put the flat object in the hand of the husband.

What does Asthma want? One exam ended, and again gave the exam. What kind of marketing did the girl learn? Why can't it be simple to explain without having to give a real choice. Rey couldn't understand. Is the wife really plain, or just covering her hidden identity?

His wife seemed to have another side of life that was not easy to describe. It looks simple, but it's complicated. The phone, clasped in his hand, he put it back on the table. If you check, your heart will doubt. Not necessarily what he thought.

The action taken by Rey, made Asma take her phone and then press the on button to make the screen back on. One by one he showed, starting from whatsapp application, instagram, facebook and also some other social media.

"Are you not dizzy with all that? From starting to reply to a friend's message, have not followed some activities and also still do heavy work. Like working as a factory worker." Rey said she did not end up thinking with the full message in whatsapp application owned by Astma.

Honest as a leader. He only trusts Bagas to handle the communication problems of every client-client who will work with his company. His phone rarely gets messages, except for a few people who are very important and cannot be represented.

Asthma just shook her head, "I'm quiet in the real world. So, the world is inversely proportional. Don't be surprised like that, because it's still a little. Where's your phone?"

"Wait, I'll take it from there first." Rey got out of place, then walked towards the left side table of the bed. Where the phone is, after getting a flat object that turned out to be ten percent.

"No password." The man handed his cell phone to Asma, making the wife swap it for another flat object. "I ....,"

"Never waste the opportunity. Just check, I'll do the same." The girl interjected not wanting to listen to the protests from her husband.

Justright. The couple exchanged cell phones. No matter what Rey does. Asthma does two things. Go to PlayStore. Then write the name of the online novel application, NovelToon. Then download without asking. After success, make the registration process.

Fortunately, the phone also had an email address directly connected to it. Not just registering a new account. Asma also provided a profile photo from her husband's gallery. Despite having to swallow disappointment because Rey is not the type of man who likes selfies.

The minimal gallery photos. He almost fainted from surprise. Never mind. His name is also Mr. Fridge. So, it is natural that life is as cold as the north pole. When finished, put the flat object on the table. Somehow the reaction from her husband later.

Thirty minutes later. Rey put the phone on the table. The man sighed so long, unable to speak anymore with the contents of the phone that so much as chocolate melts were spilling everywhere. Notif incoming messages up to five thousand messages, not yet email notifications and so forth.

Like an impromptu market, when it only happens inside the phone. How does Asthma check all messages and stay calm looking at the contents of the phone that is tiled like a crumb of messes on toast. A glass of white water stretched out before his eyes, it turned out that the girl was looking at him with a faint smile.

"Forget it, work is more important. I'm used to it all" Asma didn't want to explain any further. At least the husband saw his entire cell phone.

Time passes handy quickly. It is not about dilemmas, but only about tolerance in marital relationships. Openness is not the end of the beginning, but the beginning. For three days the couple stayed at the hotel, but after Asthma got word of the arrival of the whole family. He invites Rey and Bagas to return home.

Of course it was immediately approved, even Bagas had prepared some gifts for the children who would become his new nephew. For an orphan. One bond can change lives, to have a new family that will share the joy of grief.

This is where they stand. In front of the Asthma house that looks different, because the home page is usually full of green plants. Change room with iron poles. Looks like, the family has already prepared an event for the reception that will be in the title in two days.

"Assalamu'alaikum" a greeting from outside that was heard into the house.