Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 34: A Glimpse of Light

The sound of water rattling could be heard quite clearly from inside the room. It had been almost thirty minutes, since his wife had entered the bathroom. But why so long? I remember a few days with Asthma. The schedule of the bath time of the wife is only about twenty-five minutes. Rarely more. Tumben today more.

Rey who just finished tidying up the room. Sitting pensively on the edge of the bed while waiting and staring at the bathroom door. Occasionally glanced towards the clock on the wall. The more it beat forward, the more restless his heart became. Did something happen? Just wanted to get up to check, but the door opened slowly.

Saw his wife come out of the bathroom. Rey pretends to be busy playing her phone. As if I had not seen the wife coming. Unfortunately, Asthma does not care and still walks towards the closet to pick up a change of clothes. The girl was completely silent a thousand languages with a flurry of searching for the desired clothes.

One part of the closet contains only dresses and all looks luxurious, even so fashionable. Confused yourself. No clothes are considered her clothes. So how will you choose according to your habits? Totally dilemma. For a moment he remembered, in the suitcase there were his old clothes.

"Mas, where's my bag?" Asma turned to look at Rey who was turning her attention towards him. "I don't get comfortable clothes to move around. So I need my own clothes."

"Wait a minute. I'll go out and get your bags, but you'll sit down." Rey, then moved from her place, then walked out of the room.

The husband's departure, made the girl check the contents of the closet once again. Still only a few dresses that are commonly worn for events. Some can be used at home. However, he was not used to the clothes of the rich. Although it reflects social status.

"Life is full of surprises. All these luxuries are only embodied in romantic novels, but God granted my prayers many times over. Asthma, remember yes. Whoever you are, always be yourself. Astagfirullah, I forgot my mother."

A memory that awakened the girl. In a hurry to find flat objects that are somewhere. Totally forgot, but all this time always together inseparable. Remember your responsibilities as a writer. Being a wife can forget a lot of things.

"It's Mas Rey's cell phone" Asma thought for a moment, but there's nothing wrong with using her husband's phone, right? "Bismillah, let's borrow the phone, yeah, Mas."

Permission? But not with the person directly. Why be a thief, huh? Habits that cannot be broken. Although, there is a saying that says. All the property of the husband belongs to the wife, but the property of the wife does not necessarily belong to the husband. A saying from where? The author doesn't know who made it.

There is no surprise. When it was easy to open the phone belonging to Rey who was still without a password. Wonderful, but what else? That's what a husband has. It can be used without waiting for the owner.

"Huh, has she given me the name of Mother-in-law?" asma asked herself, she easily found her mother's contacts. "Data mode on, so call directly, deh."

Asthma changes happiness with longing. The sound of a greeting from across, made the girl recall many memories. Never thought, distance separated. There are flavors that cannot be translated. Is this the love that has been her life? Mom is the greatest thing of all time.

The chatter keeps rolling. Some of the latest gossip with typical babbles two friends. That's how the mother and son have always been together. Without realizing Asma, Rey has entered carrying her luggage from the village. The man stood leaning behind the door with a stern look.

A glimmer of light emanated from his wife's face. Sweet with happy hue. A smile with laughter that sounded so loose and carefree. Is it the true form of asthma? There is no sorrow in the glint of the eyes. Look, like a warm morning sun.

A smile that can spread like a virus. The woman so enjoyed the chat that it sounded so random. Occasionally use the Javanese language that becomes the daily life of the wife. Here, standing staring at his adorable wife's behavior. I don't know how long it's been just busy observing in silence.

Rey raised her right hand to stop the wife's defense. Then pulled the suitcase, then walked over to his stunned woman with a guilty look. Perhaps, Asma thought he would be angry for using a cell phone without permission.

"Are you not cold? Room AC and just wearing a towel." Without excuse, open the suitcase. Then choose clothes that look a long time ago. "Where do you want? This shorts suit or this one?"

The eyes of disbelief over Rey's actions were casually lifting two types of shorts. One survives jeans and another made of ordinary fabric. How can it be, men who are used to holding expensive clothes. It looks like a clothes seller in the market.

"I can take it myself." Asthma gets out of place, then takes over what is needed.

It feels awkward, not even good. The guilt that made him in a dilemma changed his sense of worthlessness. Why is Rey acting like she's been with him for years? The attitude was unusual and it was like an electric shock that at any moment could shock consciousness without being asked.

Saw his wife groggy. Rey chuckles softly. Apparently, the village girl can also feel wrong behavior. The unexpected for him. Honestly, that one truth gives a breath of fresh air to the relationship. He believes, someday. Their relationship will be deeper without a doubt.

Thirty minutes passed. The three humans who were hosting were already sitting on their respective seats. Bagas, Rey and Asma had just gathered in the dining room. Some food has been served, but the morning food is too healthy. How not? Vegetable salads, sandwiches, even boiled vegetables.

"Mrs. Rey, why don't you eat?" Bagas frowned because the facial expression of Asthma looked so bored, even like no appetite.

Rey turned to his wife. Sure enough, the wife just stared at the food on the table with a lazy look. Is there something wrong with the food? Or Asthma wants other foods. Of course if you just keep quiet. He will not know what his wife wants.

"Is this your food every morning?" ask back Asma casually, making Rey and Bagas look at her, then nod their heads. "Enjoy your breakfast. Excuse me first."

Why say goodbye? What exactly is going on? Confused and not understanding. What their new mistress wants. A moment of silence with a gaze following the departure of Asthma who walked towards the kitchen.

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