Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 70: Ifii Patience, Butterfly

Rey didn't want to argue because what Bagas said was true. Without delaying the time, he walked towards the main door, while Bagas directly contacted someone to deal with Elora and immediately provided more information. The man forgot, Fay was still standing leaning next to his car.

Wanna how? Ka Asma had entered, her husband too, while she was left with a busy man by herself. Suddenly the heart is upset, but it is better to be patient. At least there is still a phone to play spend time that feels so long.

"Ok, let me know as soon as possible." Bagas turned off the call, then turned his head towards Fay who was bowing his gaze busy fiddling with inanimate objects not ringing. "You! Let's go in."

It's not polite to call someone who knows your name. Where the sound was loud again, but perhaps the hot atmosphere turned his heart into embers of fire. It could be like that, right? Without answering, Fay followed the steps of Bagas who was walking in front.

For some reason since I first met the man, like something was wrong. Were they found just for tension? It was obvious the expressionless stern face was looking at him with an ambiguous look. Impressed to avoid, as if meeting the enemy. However, it is different from the assessment of Bagas.

The man just wants to keep his distance from any woman who already has a partner. Women in the world are many and varied. So there is no need to glance, let alone try to get close to someone else's lover. The direction of purpose alone is wrong, how will let the wrong things become a part of his life?

The two enter the house simultaneously, but Bagas suddenly stops suddenly, while Fay walks without looking ahead. Finally hit the back that felt hard to make his head throb, "Astagfirullah, it hurts as well."

"If you look ahead, HP is simple!" Sindir Bagas instead apologized to the girl, "Bi Jia! Come." Comehere."

Wanting to reply to Bagas' insinuations, but his heart could still endure the patience. Remembering the house on his footing is the house of the husband of the brother. Of course, you must be calm so as not to cause small problems, especially big ones. The eye can see several corners of the room that seem unimpeded.

A beautiful house with a beautiful design. It's just that, why the house is that big there is not a single photo that is usually a complement or sweetener interior. Bizarrely. Question after question piled up until the touch of someone's hand shocked him.

It turned out that the woman called Bagas was trying to awaken herself from a momentary daydream. "Sorry, Bi. What's up?"

"Let me take you to her room, miss. Mr. Bagas still has a job." Bi Jia extended her right hand, making Fay nod in understanding.

The footsteps of the two went hand in hand, Fay felt a little better because Bi Jia was willing to explain some things that were considered impromptu information. Although only talk about the rooms in the house, and not once offend the problem of the employer.

Not expecting the intention of the brother online. Where has prepared a guest room that can be regarded as the main room. Although not the main one. Bi Jia also said preparations had been made since the news of his arrival would visit the city of Jakarta.

"Bi, thanks. Sorry about the nicotine." Fay said before Bi Jia actually came out of her room, the woman nodded her head, then left her alone.

Fay momentarily pondered over the event that had just happened. Think about who Elora is and why she thinks she's Rey's wife. Is it because of his coincidental position or is the outside world still blind and do not know what the face of the man's wife looks like?

Confused? Not so because from another point of view, he recalled Bagas' conversation with someone who asked Elora for trouble to be cleared up immediately. So, indirectly. Her sister had no idea who Elora was and the male party was trying to solve the problem without adding to the problem.

Ifii, awake! Without a confirmed answer. Why think far? Patience.~batin Fay tries to calm down by relaxing his body that suddenly feels so tired, but does not do any work.

Meanwhile, in the next room there was only one-way conversation. Rey is trying to explain the situation they are in. But the problem is, the man is confused to string the word to make Astma speechless. She let her husband say this and that without spaces or commas, let alone dots.

Twenty minutes had passed, but still with the same situation. It seems that there will be no progress from the results of the conversation that seems ambiguous. Without much question, one hand gesture he used to silence the lips that continued to wander.

"Quiet, Mas." Asma let go of her hand, she knew her attitude was too harsh by daring to smother her own husband. "Sorry for the one just now."

Instead of being angry, Rey grabbed her hand. Wipe, then kiss it with a heart-warming feeling. "Butterflys. That's my call to my beloved wife. Not just a word, Asthma every time you see the joy in your eyes there is something that vibrates the soul in this body."

"Simple happiness that always radiates from your eyes. I feel the freedom that has always been your identity. Like a butterfly that flies without restriction. That's how I learned to love you." Rey wholeheartedly continued without any deceit, every word that came out became the deepest expression of the heart.

Touched up? A little, but he understands that Rey is doing her best to take care of him. Although for that to hide the thing that has the potential to be a field of misunderstanding. Perhaps nothing ever happened between the husband and the woman, but the contents of the human heart and mind. Who knows?

"Mas, I don't care about the past because it's over." Guided by her husband to sit next to her, then turned her eyes to look at the blank wall that was still pure white. "One question I ask, is that love is between you or ...,"

"There is no love for Elora. Yesterday, today or tomorrow. I have set my heart to love my rightful wife, you. Mrs Reyhan Aditya." Rey replied so firmly interrupting the wife's question that could shake the uncertainty.

Surprising enough, but it brings confidence to the heart. Now it's clear what he should do. It's just that the problem is having to involve people around who don't even know the core of the problem. A moment of contemplation to think of all possibilities until the head feels depressed.

"Mas, I'm gonna make some coffee. Want to be made up of all of you?" bargaining Asma as she moved from her seat, making Rey feel a dilemma.

There was a sense of worry when his wife did not give any reaction. Not only that, he was also afraid if the wife doubted the confession of the heart that does not have falsehood. A lifetime of deliberately alienating themselves from the women, and it was done only to keep the heart that could have been khilaf.

"May," Rey replied trying to refrain from staying calm even though her heart continued to be turbulent, it was better to let Asthma get coffee because it would improve the mood of the wife.

Five minutes later. Asthma has returned to bring two cups of coffee with a tempting thick aroma. The concoction is sure as usual, but when the mood is too mixed. The taste you get will have a difference. One cup for each, but the girl turns the chat room to the balcony outside the room.

The view of the clear sky did not make the girl away from covering the edge of the balcony. Swing is the best option to resume the discussion. Want, don't want, footsteps following the wife. The two sit next to each other, then enjoy a coffee syrup that still requires patience.

"Butterfly, are you mad at me?" tanya Rey again opened the chat, after feeling the right time to discuss can continue to stop Asthma blowing a puff of smoke that continues to emit on the surface of the cup.

"The root of the coffee we drink is only two and a half teaspoons of sugar and one and a half teaspoons of black coffee. A little doubt when pouring into the cup, then the resulting taste is different." explained Asma without looking to the side, where her husband is.

He knew what to do to solve the problem this time, but seemed to have to ascertain some things that could be a new problem. Of course not just for the common good because love and obsession problems can sometimes hit the wall of patience. It is not impossible to impact on business, considering Elora looks to know Rey better.

"Mas, can you briefly explain Elora? The initial meeting, the motive, status, and characteristics of the woman, to me. At least I can get to know her from my husband's point of view." pinta Asma who did not want to add confusion in her husband's philosophy about a cup of coffee.

Not that it was impossible to understand, but he remembered with a verse of poetry explaining the theme of their wedding reception. Rey tries to figure out what it means, even if it doesn't get the real meaning. Well, it all comes back to yourself to solve puzzles that do make others feel difficult.

"Starting from the meeting? Wouldn't you be hurt, if a past story brings unpleasant memories." Rey said ensuring Asthma's readiness for requests that may become regrets later on.

Instead of replying, Asma simply shifted her position until sitting cross-legged facing Rey with a look of doubtless eyes. Ready it? It wants everything to be clear, not as absurd as an escape without a destination. Problems will always be there until they are resolved. Right no?