Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 35: Responsibility

"Rey, did I get the wrong breakfast menu request on the waiter?" asked Bagas without turning his gaze away from Asthma's back which was getting further away.

While the questioner just sighed, "Of that, this is a healthy food and good for the body. Wait a minute, as long as we stay at the hotel. Doesn't Asthma always order traditional food. Fried rice, butted rice, and some types of heavy foods. Aye, right?"

"Yes too, yeah." Bagas patted his own forehead, he only realized his mistake. Asma stared at the food in front of the table without taste.

The two men, still silently staring at the kitchen door which is just an arch of the wall like a fortress in the Netherlands. A few minutes passed, but Asthma still did not reveal herself again. Not worry. Both were curious about the woman. What did the village girl do for fifteen minutes in the kitchen?

Poor food on a neglected table. However, healthy freshness should also enjoy the wait. In the end, after twenty-five minutes. Asthma came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with three bowls that reflected white smoke. A seductive fragrant aroma poured out into the air.

"How fragrant. Asthma, what are you cooking?" Bagas was so enthusiastic asking with an impatient taste to see the results of his best friend's wife's cooking.

"Fruit soup." Answer Asthma flat, then put the tray on the table. Then divide each bowl for one person. "We can eat healthy, but what should be bland food? Live once, don't eat like you'll live twice."

Is that satire? Or something else? Indirectly, Astma explained that she is not a person who enjoys healthy food, but always enjoys good food. Rey smiled faintly at the meat soup that was in front of her. A seductive aroma with an interesting dish.

Does your wife like cooking? Several times taste the cuisine of Asthma. Not bad, it can even be said to be delicious with a distinctive taste. Like in a restaurant. Although not a completely healthy food. The wife cooks in a good and proper way. Including using oil with a small amount.

My mother-in-law also once said. One habit of Asthma. Where the girl can cook, but does not like to cook. It's strange. However, cooking can be a pleasure in itself. Not because of the processed ingredients, but all of that is because of sincerity in concocting ingredients to become a dish full of delicacy.

"If you're just staring at the food." Asma said without distracting her from her bowl, "I can spend it myself. How's it?"

Just contact it, Bagas hurriedly took his spoon. Don't let the food rations be taken again, as well as Rey. The breakfast atmosphere was quite calm. Each soup with spices that feel shaking the tongue mixed with soft cuts of meat. Enjoyable for nothing.

Togetherness in the warmth of the family which becomes an unforgettable moment. Everything that happens at the dinner table. Apparently someone was watching. The eyes were irritated by the roar of hunting breath. Who else if not Suketi. The youngest servant who put his heart on his master.

The young girl, continued to stare unblinkingly at Asthma who was leisurely and quietly enjoying breakfast. Not only that, he felt. If the new mistress has a special relationship with Young Master's best friend. Everything that was clearly visible in his eyes. Why did the master not realize that?

Gedek. At a glance the idea approached the head of ego Suketi. The girl grinned behind the glass window that had just been cleaned. The veiled intention kept coming knocking at his common sense. No matter what the consequences are, the idea will be executed in time.

"Rey, I need your signature." Bagas started the conversation, after the breakfast session ended and the new dining table was cleaned by Bi Dini.

Wanted to nag, but couldn't. Among them was Asthma who was busy peeling apples. "Rey, you're still on vacation, but I'm not. However, responsibility should take precedence. Delayed meetings can no longer be delayed. The file is already in your workspace."

Bagas' explanation is understandable. Right his best friend said. It is impossible to continuously cancel meetings just because of personal affairs. They both need to remember. If the responsibility is to be resolved. For the sake of mutual survival and well-being.

Chat about the business between Rey and Bagas, making Asma just quietly listen while enjoying the sweetness of apples that have always been his favorite fruit. Occasionally his eyebrows rise because they do not understand the language in the term in business management. However, of course it would be useful as a science.

Either Rey or Bagas. The two men, unaware. If the silence Asma can produce a work through his imagination.Tak feels the time continues to roll. Like the deal agreed. Bagas will return to work to check the headquarters, while Rey accompanies his wife to be able to adapt together.

Ten o'clock in two minutes. Asthma was sitting in front of the window while playing her phone. Miss the finger dance that can release the emotions and burdens of his heart and mind. It is time to be a shy person who can share the joy of solitude. This is what is his responsibility as an online writer with a work that has been contracted.

"I wonder, how do I pronounce that foreign word?" Asthma asked herself. The gaze of the eye that is fixed on the last sentence in the chapter line that he will be up in his author's account. "Sometimes the world is only about selfishness not true love. Then, how do people pray to get love without conditions? It really doesn't make sense."

At the same time. Rey just got out of the bathroom. His step was fixated with the passing sentence saying an excuse word entering his eardrum. Of course, he was astonished and could not believe what he had just heard. Asthma uttered some words using a foreign language?

Didn't you say last night you didn't know how to pronounce. Especially know what it means. Then, do his ears have problems so that he hopes his wife can speak a foreign language? If it was just a dream, it certainly wasn't. He is in a conscious state. So, which truth. He has to believe?

"Aspie!" Call Rey, but the summoned girl doesn't answer. Especially turning to look at him. "Ashma?!"

There's no answer. The girl who was immersed in imagination befriended the sound of the sound of music echoing filled her eardrums. Both ears are already clogged with bluetooth earphones with a volume that sufficiently exceeds its limit. It is a habit to concentrate when writing.

I saw no reaction from my wife. The man walked over to Asthma. From behind, of course he could see what Asthma was doing once it stopped behind his woman. Posts from top to bottom that meet the phone screen. Instantly reminding him of the writing of the work documents.

*Sometimes the world is just about selfishness not true love. How do people pray for unconditional love? It does not make sense.~ Rey's inner words interpret the last foreign sentence paragraph on his wife's phone screen*.

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