Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 50: THE PUNISHMENT

The departure of Bagas, suddenly his heart throbbed. It was like I was going to take my first exam at school. Whereas during checking the work file, there is no anxiety at all. The heart feels dull, but it stays out of place. Again, he tried to persuade his wife.

This time, don't knock on the door. Knop and it was unlocked. Really speechless. He thought, Asthma like other women who will sulk by locking themselves in the room. Spontaneous thoughts are prevalent, but misleading. The man thought, all women have the same way of snacking.

Slowly pushing the door while circulating his gaze. The condition of the room is so bright, even both lights with different functions remain on simultaneously. What exactly is going on? At one time, Asthma did not like the atmosphere that was so blinding to the eyes.

However, after looking at the entire room. There was no sight of the wife until her gaze was turned towards the open balcony door with the window curtain dancing to the wind. Footsteps rushed up to the glass door revealing the situation out there.

Where Asma sits leaning on a swing with her busy surfing in cyberspace while enjoying the night air that is kicked with the sound of her own music. Of course, who knows what kind of music. Only the girl, her ears are used to being the place where bluetooth earphones reside.

"Why is it outside? The weather is starting to turn to winter." Rey muttered putting chicken noodles on the glass table, then turned to walk up to the bed. He took a thick blanket, "If it hurts, who will be tormented? Mother, her daughter is not easy to guess."

Not long after, Rey left the room. The sound of footsteps sounded so firmly greeting the night, but did not disturb the peace of the wife. His steps further eroded the distance of the two to leave a few snores. At the same time, Asthma changed her sitting position.

"Mas, you want to come here?" asked the girl in a still irritated tone, instantly stopping Rey's steps. "I'm sorry, you're so sleepy."

Attitudes that cannot be controlled. It seems, Asma was really upset because of the chicken noodle problem. The girl did not intend to behave as she pleased, but somehow her mood was played. The cold and hot mix into one.

Rey was stunned, just about well-intentioned. It failed before it started. Want to follow the steps of the wife, but what if the girl even went out of the room? It's best to wait for the mood to subside. So by force, he sat in place of Asthma.

Hugging the blanket he was carrying. A moment to release the feeling of heart with tightness in the chest so that it can be calm again. I don't know how long it has been silent with his position until the fragrant aroma of food tickles his sense of smell. The smell came from inside the room.

His mind was already drifting, he rushed back to the room leaving the balcony. Unfortunately, once again could only be stunned by the actions of the wife. He thought, Asthma will eat chicken noodles. Apparently not. The cold chicken noodles are back to heat. It was visible from the puff of white smoke rising spreading a delicious fragrant aroma.

A scrap of noted overlaid clean spoon. A neat write-up asking him to spend dinner without interruption. If his wife warms up the food. So, where is the girl now? Their room is completely empty. One thing is for sure, the wife must be around.

Is correct. Asthma is not far from her room. However, not inside, but sitting on the stairs enjoying the ice cream that became his target. Not getting chicken noodles. It's okay, but before the other meal is banned. Better to act fast. Rey can enjoy the spicy taste, and the sweet taste is just for her. Not stupid, right?

Actually a little because when warming chicken noodles using the microwave. A spoonful of sambal is added as the bonus and can be said as punishment. Don't know if the chicken noodles will be ludes or completely untouched. A few moments waiting for a reaction from the husband until guilt comes over. Can't wait any longer.

The longer he stayed, the more his heart felt bad. Something is wrong, but what? In the midst of his discomfort. He moved from the best sitting position, then walked back to the room with sebox ice cream that only left half the part. The sound of the door opening distracts Rey. His eyes were fixed on the brown eyes peeking out from the insignificant gap of the door.

"It's not good to stand in front of the door. Logging in! It's night, Asthma." said Rey continues the mouthful of chicken noodles so spicy, even his face immediately reddened with lips enjoying a hot sensation that he never felt.

Not hate spicy, but since childhood it is not so fond of spicy food. Especially the amazing spicy. Unimaginable, what if Asthma ate that chicken noodle. Could have gone to the hospital. Why should every food business owner provide sambel? Already know, one of the causes of heartburn relapse is spicy food.

Asthma closes the door and locks it. Then turned around with footsteps walking closer to Rey who was sitting on the sofa. A moment to observe how the man ate. It's clearly forced. He's the bad guy or Rey's too submissive? Anyone would know, if the expression of the results of his ignorance is dangerous.

Really not the heart. Chicken noodles are almost half out of the bowl. If it is in accordance with the calculations, then three more bribes. Rey must be a drunk. Although still not tasting how spicy the noodles are. Still, he couldn't see all of that going on. Without excuse the stopping of hand gestures that are ready to scoop the noodles once again.

Then, open the ice cream box. This time, I don't have to explain anything. His outstretched hand with a spoonful of refreshing ice cream was enough to explain. A moment of guilt faded as the mouthful of ice cream was received by her husband.

"Thank God, her face is back to normal." murmured Asthma after giving some mouthfuls of ice cream that cools her tongue, and her husband's stomach. "Take it! I'm going to sleep."

The ice cream box was placed on the table with the intention that her husband continued eating by himself, while he moved from his seat. Although the drowsiness has not yet greeted. The feeling that lingered was still a little upset. Whatever is done is just a form of anxiety and doesn't want anything to happen to Rey.

Breathing with the hand stopped his steps. The swift movements that brought him into the sweet aroma with a breath of mint that burst forth gushed over him. "Mas, last ....,"

"Do you know, the payment of one of your delinquents?" rey asked half-whispering, soaking up the fingers, dancing to the wife's breath that changed her mood. "I'm willing to enjoy the spiciness of your favorite food, now it's your turn to give me my gift."

The cloudless whisper. Like the moonlight that again occupies the throne. Rey snatches the gift without asking for approval, bringing the night down in her hands. Moisten the aridness of the heart in the contest of love. Releasing the sense of being shackled in a no man's scream.

Unification is just another form of punishment of love. Inside the dimly lit room, both of them were drowning in desire. While in other places, since the last hour only a sentence of rejection was heard. After a painstaking effort, it even showed application forms from various regions. Still, there is no agreement.

"Why are you in such a hurry to marry me?" his eyes dimmed with emotions he could no longer hold back, "I can find my own partner. Is it just because of fear, so I should get married right now? Never mind. I'd better get some sleep."