Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 31: SORRY

"Miss Asthma."

It was not Asma who continued his words, but Rey. The man interjected because he did not want the servants to treat the wife as they pleased. After all, his wife was the hostess. So it is appropriate to get a call that is in accordance with the current status. Although it means nothing else.

"My husband has decided." A glance at the certainty of the husband. His heart's intent is to make the house a family, but Rey has stopped. "Sir Yanto, please invite the others to return to work. Leave us three."

The order in the form of a request, made Mr. Yanto comply. Then hand signal for all the servants to leave the dining room. The sound of footsteps spreading towards each job post left a night of silence.

Threw an empty glass, then poured the orange juice that was available on the table. "Can you be normal? Relax, talk well, and throw away your tense face. Don't make me feel like, you guys are like ....,"

"That's it." Asthma let out a long sigh, then put the juice onto the front desk of Rey and Bagas. "Take your dinner. I'm back in the room."

Without wasting any more time. The girl walked out of the dining room. His steps continued down the marble floor. One step, one step further and further away, while Rey immediately rubbed her face rough. A rough gasp with a pushy gaze stared at the glass of orange juice that was in front of him.

"Rey, are we too stiff? I think we need to learn to improve our attitude. What say?" bagas asked, that one man ruffled his coarse hair just to reduce his anxiety.

I don't know. He himself really doesn't know what to do. Other than raising your shoulders because you don't know what to do. The situation at home is quite complicated. How to tell Asthma. If the big house is like an uninhabited empty building.

It is different from the wife's house. Although small, the house becomes warm with togetherness. During this time, the house is only used as a place of rest for the rest of the time after doing daily activities. Sometimes he and Bagas also stay in the apartment or even still stay in the office for overtime.

But tonight is the first night of a family dinner. You could say, during this time there is no sitting at the dining table unless you have free time. Both of them are just filled with busyness from morning to morning. So also with the waiters who can be said to cook well and properly tonight.

All of this is just to welcome Asthma. Dinner with family get-togethers, even Rey forgot. If his wife is used to eating a plate of both. The man thought too much about what to do on the first day of the relationship between him, Asma and Bagas.

A greeting silence, made Bagas pat his best friend on the shoulder. "Go back to the room! Meet your wife and talk about all this, just misunderstand. Don't let Asthma feel alone in her own home."

"You're right, I'd better go upstairs." Rey, then pushed the chair after getting out of bed.

The man left the table without producing his food. Footsteps continued to walk forward, but only a few steps immediately turned to look at Bagas who was still sitting speechless behind. "Nando, drop off the meeting schedule in one week. I will accompany my wife at home to be able to adapt together."

"Okay, Bro." Answer Bagas while giving a thumbs up, although he is aware if the meeting has been delayed. Cannot be cancel anymore. Want, don't want. He had to intervene alone.

Meanwhile, Asthma just put up her earphones. The call that still kept ringing, made the girl wait patiently. Thinking, if his best friend is asleep or maybe still busy phone with girlfriend. Who knows?

Intentions want to sit in front of the window enjoying the breeze. Moreover, the night sky is quite bright with moonlight that begins to show itself. Beautiful and fascinating. Every time I look at the moon. Many stories cross his mind.

A love in longing.

Uniting forbidden flavors.

Is this a story without a bow?

Parading in solitude.

The silence without a doubt.

"What does that mean?" rey asked who heard every word that came from his wife's lips.

Rey's sudden arrival, made Asma release the earphones. Then look back. Where the husband stood in front of the door with a disheveled face. But still handsome. That's how the prints are. Whatever the man's expression was, it would not diminish his good looks.

"Mas, have you finished eating?" ask back Asthma who chose to distract the topic of conversation.

Her husband walked back towards her. There is no doubt, but only seriousness. What the hell's going on? Could it be because of the incident at the dinner table a few minutes ago? Not wanting to think negatively. She let her husband sit in front of her until the eyes were closed in silence.

Suddenly the atmosphere around him turned cold hot. What exactly is going on? Why too much firmness with sharp eyes. "Well, when will I look at me without blinking?"

"Sorry," The tightness that disturbs the heart, is slowly being tossed along with its long breath. "I really don't know what to do. You know, we both. Me and Bagas are very rare at home. Actually ....,"

Only once. Rey spoke at length only to explain a misunderstanding that could possibly be the trigger for doubt in his wife's heart. The man said everything. Starting from the daily routine, to how the two young men spend time on vacation. A very detailed and detailed explanation.

One by one it was revealed. It turned out as expected. The lives of the rich are always scheduled for business matters, but forget simple happiness. Life is about profit and loss. How to develop business, stabilize the economy and also become the number one of its main goals.

The further explained, Asthma can only hold her breath. Wanna comment. But, he realized. If the struggle to establish a business is not as easy as turning a hand. The world works continuously. Some run after the glitter of the world, but some are lazy with shallow thinking.

"One again, sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you at dinner." said Rey, then grabbed his wife's hand.

Warming hands. Even if it's just to calm down. "Fridge master, it suits you, Mas. What if we turned the freezing of this house into a new life? Will you agree?"

Pasrah. Whatever the call of the wife. Master refrigerator? It's really sad, but it's it, too. Only, Asthma is giving a question or statement? Or just consent? Why suddenly can not distinguish speech from interlocutor? It doesn't make any sense.

Seeing her husband busy daydreaming. He flicked his fingers in front of the man's face, "Master Refrigerator! Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, my wife." Rey replied without a burden, "Now tell me what's your plan? I'll listen."