Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 23: FAMILY II

"Life will not escape the wounds." The slow sighs stifled the rest of his consciousness, as powerful as guarding himself against an increasingly fragile heart. "Come in! It's already night."

Intentions want to turn back into the house, but the touch of a hand that grips his hand. Sontak stopped himself. Rey stared with a hard-to-understand look, but the wounds were emanating from the look in her husband's eyes. Enough explaining.

"Nando, can you give us some time? I want to spend time with my wife." Pinta Rey, made Bagas nod his head, footsteps leaving the couple.

Silent. The two just stared at each other enjoying the night breeze. I don't know how many sounds of breath that are mutually simple. The girl waited for what her husband would talk about, but for the last ten minutes there was only a silence between the two.

The longer, the more gripping it feels. He wanted to start, but he didn't know. What was the heart and mind of the man standing in front of him. Really, after all the stories were revealed. No more explanation, let alone understanding that can be expressed. It all ends in the wounds of the past.

Except for one thing that might restore consciousness. His steps approached, then scattering themselves to embrace the husband. "Sorry, I'm not a good wife. The past is still stabbing my heart, even this self can remember every wound from it."

"Stop!" Rey returned Astma's embrace, a shackling feeling not disappointed, but a stifling chest pain.

He could not imagine being Asthma. Not because he never fell in love, but the sacrifice of the girl. Too big, not even supposed to be dumped. How can there be a man as selfish as the ex-fiancee of his wife? Eager to punch the face of a man who dares to break the heart of a girl in the name of love.

"Why?" Rey couldn't continue the question, lest she dig up old wounds.

The couple hugged each other warm. Not the body, but the heart that freezes. Asthma is drowned in the masculine scent of her husband's body, while Rey tries to hold back on her guilt. Not once did he intend to doubt the character of his wife.

The night passed so quickly. The moon set aside towards the contest. The noise from outside with pacing footsteps, made Rey lose her drowsiness. Upon seeing the clock still attached to the wrist, his eyes blinked.

At three in the morning. Why so rowdy? Did anyone do a job this early. Just wanted to move, but the soft hand voice stopped. Apparently not only himself who woke up, Asthma was also awake.

"Sleep, Mum. I'll come out, hmm." whispered Asma flicking the blanket.

Seeing his wife get out of bed. Rey doesn't want to stay quiet, she chooses to come out. See what's going on. After all, it would not be nice if he slept. Everyone is awake and someone may need help. Right no?

Simple house, to meet the whole house just need to get out of the room. Then it can be ascertained the familiar faces look back and forth in front of directly. A moment noticed Asma who immediately took over the water pitcher from her sister's hand.

His wife had not washed her face. Especially to the bathroom, but when he saw his family was in trouble. The girl immediately helped without saying a word. Really, dream wife. Rey chose to head to the living room. Where children still sleep well enjoying beautiful dreams.

Satisfied his heart saw the unusual sight that a whole new lifetime witnessed. His hand reflexively pinched his own arm. Be ill. Everything in front of his eyes was real. A smile brings warmth that flows into a new spirit.

"Well, would you like some coffee or tea?" asma asked as she rubbed her husband's left arm.

"Whatever you make. I'll drink in the same glass." Rey turned to look at his wife who still looked half sleepy, "Come, hug me for a moment. I want, my wife's spirit."

Sweet. A husband who wants to make his wife his last port. A momentary hug of a pair of newlyweds who turned out to be the center of attention of the family. Where Mother and Sister Asma stood behind the two of them.

Not shy, let alone awkward. Rey kisses the top of Asthma's head with a prayer of her best wishes. Every prayer would be a dream for his little family. The hug was stopped because of the cry of the five-year-old nephew.

"Dec, let me just. You can rest again, or make a drink for the men. Surely your mas wake up soon." prevent older sister Asma so that her sister can do other activities.

Today there will be a study event, then the family prepares themselves as best as possible. Although hiring catering for consumption, still have to prepare a breakfast menu so that no one is hungry. Therefore, the women wake up early to take care of the needs of the house.

The men will take care of the heavy work. Like helping a stage man. Arrange the seats and also arrange security so that all invited guests are safe and comfortable. A family that teaches cohesiveness. When it's out there, it's all got to be with money. The Asma family works together to complement each other with the division of tasks.

Three hours later. Cuisine already, but Asthma is still in the room. Where the girl had just finished pecking her husband's hand solemnly. Rey always brings kindness, teaches to pray congregational at all times to worship. One plus for her husband.

"Asma, may I ask you something?" rey asked as she removed her cocoa button, making Asma stop folding her face. The eyes clashed with each other, "I want to bring your parents to Jakarta. Can it?"

The request she desperately craved, but her husband did not understand the mindset of the parents. After all, gratitude he never forgot. Who is unhappy, when the husband has affection for the whole family of his wife. The rare husband.

The hand of the husband, the gaze of the eyes that declined with deep thought. She tried to put together the right words in order to express the point of view of the request from her husband. For a moment there is silence.

Seeing his wife so seriously, though acting a little ambiguous. Still, his heart was still patient to hear what the wife was going to say. Sure enough, only for a moment until Asma returned her eyes back.

"Every parent just wants to see their child happy. I don't mind, if Mom and Dad agree. Nor can they be forced, if they refuse. Talk about your wishes with him. I can only pray, because for the decision of family life only the head of the family decides."