Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 64: Support Questions

An app that is quite interesting. Although he did not know what its usefulness was because it did not understand, but all of it did to get answers. There must be something that can be a clue, but after the application is completed in the download. How's the next move?

Whether luck or what, suddenly Bi Nunu came just to ask permission to take the already empty bowl and glass. Coincidentally, at the time of taking the tray behind Bagas. The hijab-wearing woman looked at the employer's cell phone screen at a glance.

"Sir, just go to google. Create an account in the name of the Master." Chirps Bi Nunu surprised the pensive Bagas, fortunately the man's reaction was only speechless breath, not jump in shock.

"Auntie know?" Bagas turned his head to the side, where Bi Nunu was. The woman left the tray, then took her phone out of the pocket of an apron, then showed the same app she had. "Ouh, so what's the point of that app?"

He who I was, or his housekeeper who has extensive experience and is always up to date? But not about that. For the women, the rest of the time is used as best as possible, while for men choose a complete break. However, for Bagas work is more important during this time.

Monday to Saturday. Sunday is still a blaze to check pending work or return to meetings to get the job done on time. Really crazy guy's working. All that for the survival of many parties who are responsible for him and Reyhan.

"Master, the application for reading soap opera-rich novels on TV, can also look for images that have writing, but small. Trus, sir can try nulis too." Bi Nunu explained with the language dialect that medok to Java, even though using Indonesian, making Bagas only listen to hope to understand.

After explaining, Bi Nunu resigned to leave Bagas who focused on staring at the screen of his dead phone. Confused himself with the dilemma of his heart. Should it start? If yes. Why not just try it?

One pressure push button on/off power. Then switch to open the NovelToon application that he just donwload, then register and really just appear some options to create an account. Without delaying again, he chose to use google address and immediately available account without complicated process.

Now what's the next step? Bagas tried to remember, but at the same time his eyes accidentally saw Rey's phone next to him. Reachable, the man switched to take the other phone, then check and no longer bother with effort without a destination.

How not? Rey's phone already has a history of reading novels, but strangely why a horror novel? At first the man did not like things that smelled magical. Believing in the existence of those who are invisible, but not to intersect with mystical things. Now what is needed is obtained.

"A lot of his work," Bagas tried to find the same title through his mobile phone, then opened an author account that most likely belonged to his adopted sister. "There's a romantic, but it's horror. Rey's really looking to die, but I'm also curious."

The busyness of Bagas who tried the world of halu still continues with a serious face that began to open one of the works. Where the work revolves around a mafia princess with a hidden identity. In terms of cover and scrolling comments, the choice fell in love and wanted to know the story presented.

Meanwhile, Rey is still trying to compromise with Asthma. His wife did not want to explain further, but had made a decision, while she only wanted to protect her woman to stay good in her care. Want, not want to just be able to give up.

"All right." Rey clasped his wife's waist, hugging her from behind in hopes of easing Asthma's stubbornness. "Say, who's going to stay?"

"Only a group of children, but they already have a place to stay. I just want my two best friends and my online brother to stay overnight. We'd like to meet in order to be in touch, but the final decision please take." Obviously Asma held her voice so as not to cross the line of a wife.

The debate was held only to achieve mutual consensus. When the debate has turned into attacking each other and prioritizing each other's ego. Then there will be no good results, only leaving the final bitterness. Rey lowered her hard heart and Asthma reduced her stubbornness.

"This is your home, do what makes you happy. I'm home to take care of you." Disconnect Rey no longer wants to prolong the problem that may just be overthinking it.

If you don't trust outsiders, it's only natural. But you have to believe in your own wife, right? Hearing Rey's decision to finally give her permission, Asthma is relieved. Not selfish, but lonely too. A big house, a new family, a new atmosphere. At least the arrival of Fay and Nau can drive away the loneliness in the heart.

Time continued to roll, did not feel the sunlight changed the darkness of the night. Everyone had gathered to enjoy dinner, but the menu was presented on the table. Instantly stop the appetite that hit. How do you want to eat? Raw vegetables blended into a salad look refreshing, but not to be enjoyed.

"Sus, where's Doctor?" Asthma turned her head towards the nun who was standing on the right side of the table, the girl who was still wearing the uniform pointed towards the kitchen. "I'll excuse you."

"Butterfly! Your food?" Prevent Rey from being ignored by Asma, who keeps the girl from leaving the dining room with footsteps approaching the kitchen door.

Seeing that, Bagas only smiled casually. He has started to memorize. Asthma's gonna make something new again, "Just wait, Rey. It must be fifteen minutes or twenty minutes."

"I know, just you know. The doctor can darting if my wife always gives answers in every decision. Looks like the program has to stop." Rey replied feeling bad, not worried about Asthma, but he felt sorry for the doctor who handled the wife.

Rey's statement is as true as it is, but what's the point of that concern? After all every time Asthma does something must have a reason and solution without inconveniencing others. So, overall the sister will handle the situation in her own way.

"Suster, take a look at what's going on in the kitchen!" bagas made the sisters nod their heads, then walked away from the dining table. "Curtain now! By the way, can I ask you something?"

What a strange way. For the first time, the friend asked permission to file a statement. Usually it will always be to the point at the main focus. But what's with tonight? Is the problem too big or what?

He looked at the friend with a serious look, "Tell!" Rey held both hands on her chest.

Bagas got up from the seat which happened to occupy another seat across the table, so faced with Rey's seat. Then walk up to the friend, then pull the nearest chair to be able to sit without having to have a distance of inanimate objects such as a glass table that only serves vegetable salad.

While Rey is still faithfully waiting with her curiosity. I don't know what Bagas would ask, but it must be something serious because the man's face seemed so tense with a watchful look. Maybe they are afraid if someone listens to their conversation. It could be like that.

"Novels?" Rey frowned trying to understand the direction of Bagas' goal, until inside the head flashed a demon character named Lucifer from the horror novel that Asma described. "Do you read his work?"

The question returned from Rey, immediately blew away her breath defense. If questions, answer questions. What so? There is no clarity, other than confusion. However, he understood the meaning of his best friend's question.

Nod the head slowly while picking up the phone, then putting it on the table. Where the phone screen that lights still displays the homepage of a writer and sure enough. Black profile with golden yellow writing with butterfly icon is indeed in the name of Asthma. It was his wife's account that was used for writing.

"All of them are his writings. I checked that out well." Obviously Rey without hesitation because he had seen some applications where his wife poured the idea of the story.

Asma's mobile phone which is said to have the smallest ram. Not only filled with editing applications, but several types of social media applications and documents and many applications are devoted to writing only. Includes a laptop in the room. The girl added several apps without her knowledge.

Until this moment alone, he was still trying to digest. Where did the girl learn so much in such a short period of time. Though as he remembered the busyness of Asthma is enough in front of the phone while enjoying music. Except for the night because it's a special time for him.

"So, what do you think?" Bagas grew serious about continuing the conversation, making Rey raise her eyebrows. "I mean, is this good for Asthma? Being a writer definitely takes a lot of time and health must be considered."

It seems to be true what Bagas said. However, a glimpse of a smile with eyes full of life. How do you take that happiness away from your wife? No. gabe. Being a husband does not take away freedom from a wife.

"If it's about health. I'll try to remind and help her to maintain a healthy lifestyle." Rey paused, her eyes turned toward the kitchen, then looked back at her friend. "Writing is not a burden for Asthma, but happiness. So, I accept that."

"Rey, we're brothers and like my promise to always support your decision. I'll be the best brother to Asthma too." Reply Bagas no longer want to question what is now certain.

Serious conversations end with more relaxed conversation sessions. Where Rey and Bagas expressed their opinions about different novels, even agreed to exchange novels in order to understand the writing that for them was indeed filled with poetic diction.

Like the thought of Bagas who began to understand how the character of his adopted sister was. Maybe Asma was not aware, if the novel character who became the main MC like stuck became his own person. It can be like that, right? Wrong or right, no clarification required.

Twenty minutes have passed. Sure enough, Asma returned with Bi Jia and also Bi Nunu. The three women came carrying trays that must have been filled with food. The seductive fragrant aroma tickled the thrashing hunger. Turns out the stomach has been asking for his ammunition.

"Mas, please move the salad plate to the other side of the table." Pinta Asma politely, made Rey smile and helped his wife who asked for help. "Bi, put it down first."

The steaming white smoke further gave off the delicious aroma of food. It turns out that the dinner menu served is inversely proportional to the one provided by the doctor. A bowl of meat soup with an appetizing aroma of spices, grilled fish with a mouth-watering saute of chili. Moreover, plus red rice with a portion of KFC.

"Asma, are you all cooking?" Bagas could not resist asking again while taking a spoon from the table.

Rey still silently watched every move of the wife. Where the girl smiled let the two aunts go back to the back carrying an already empty tray. Skilled hands serve food as if they are accustomed.

"Blow first! Do not let the tongue overheat," said Asma reminded without giving an answer to the question Bagas. "Mas, eat!"

The bowl of soup on the table ignored him, then grabbing the wife's hand made the girl turn towards him with a gesture of asking eyes. Without a word, guiding Asma to sit on his lap. Dinner begins with a drowning eye. Without caring for Bagas who mengedumel in the heart.

Mosquitoes can suck the blood of prey, well me? Drink chicken vegetable soup. Sad, when did my soul mate come? At least it can be watched or wrestling. Huft, really be the devil of my life.~batin Bagas trus sipping soup from his spoon.

A dinner that befriends jealousy makes Rey just smile thinly over the heat around her. He knew Bagas was trying to ignore the sight before his piercing eyes. But the taste of the food still retained the man's existence. At least until the soup and rice and grilled fish ludes.

"Mas, can you take off? I want to grab my phone left in the room." pinta Asma, who was locked with her husband's hands blocking her movement, made the man take the phone on the table. "Mas! Fay's number isn't on your phone."

"Take your meal first!" Rey removed both of her hands from the guard, making Asma move from her seat, but her movements were suppressed. "I'll take it and you'll stay!"

Resign already with the decision Rey who looked at him did not want to be denied. Once upon a time, it was not wrong, right? The step of the husband's feet away, making him continue to bribe food that is only two bribes, while Bagas was busy wiping his lips with dry tissue on the table.

"Asma, is this your first meeting?" ask the man casually, one lesson to remember. Where talking to Asthma do not mode seriously, or the result of the conversation will only be tension alone.

"Yes, why?" ask back Asma without hesitation using a foreign language that directly distracts Bagas, but which changes the atmosphere is still busy enjoying his last feed. "Why be surprised? Didn't you find out who I am."

Is it not wrong to hear, Asthma and foreign languages? It seems like you need to go to an ear doctor. Who knows, it's time to clean up the covered dirt to clog. It could be like that, right? However, when looking at it with a gaze looking for uncertainty. In fact, the face of the sister looks relaxed even without burden.

"If a sister could find out about her sister. Can't sister find out about her brother?" His hands were busy piling the bowl on the table, then collecting dirty dishes into one so that it could be easily cleaned by the waiter later. "Well, this is our secret. Look, Mas Rey is back. Calm down, okay."