Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 90: Because of Jovanka

The tension suddenly changed in panic, but not because of the answer from Axel who was drowned with the sound of crying from another room. Everyone got out of their place and ran out of the living room. Footsteps follow each other.

Downstairs guest rooms with half-open doors became their destination. The sound of Jovanka's crying had ended the meeting of the adults. Now they gathered in the room with a relieved face because the child just woke up.

"Princess daddy, calm down baby. See daddy here." Axel continued to rub his daughter's head, but the girl broke away and immediately grabbed the body of Asthma who was standing not far from the bed. "...,"uh"

Asthma raises her right hand so Axel doesn't worry. Carrying the body of Jovanka who struggled spoiled hugging the waist, "Jovanka dear, why, son? Cup don't cry anymore."

"Mrs. Axel, we better get outside. Let my wife calm Jovanka. Come on!" Hand-leaving as a call, making one by one people leave the room.

They left without disturbing the efforts of Asma who was busy inviting Jovanka to return to calm. Small conversations bring comfort. Seeing that interaction, Axel could do nothing more. His fear came back to say hello. How is tomorrow?

If left unchecked, his daughter would be hurt. While their lives are unlikely to be part of an Asthma life. As a real man, he realized he shouldn't think badly. Especially trying to snatch the partner's own wife. Both lives are enough.

This and that thought continued to wrestle inside his head, making Axel unconscious with his footsteps. Suddenly, he was shocked by the pain in his forehead, "Astagfirullah, since when is there a wall here?"

"Since the house is awake" replied Fay who observed everything, including the behavior of the guests tonight. "I'm sorry."

"Fay!" Rey called the girl without walking over. "Goodbye, rest."

Fay's departure, making the three adult men sit waiting in the living room. For a while there was no chatter other than silence until Bagas started the conversation because he was bored to be silent and do nothing. Question of pleasantries, although still around stocks and new things in the business world.

Random conversation, but can drive away loneliness, while in the room. The woman was able to breathe a sigh of relief after listening to the princess' regular roar of breath. Jovanka went back to sleep, but while trying to release a hug to be laid to bed. The tiny hand was hugging tightly.

"Jovanka, I hope one day you get a mother who can give all her love for you. Fear, distrust, anger and even that simple happiness, can come together to color life. If you were here, you could teach me all that." whispered Asma also hurt with Jovanka's emotions.

The sadness that continues to take away the sense of calm of an early age girl. Who else would understand, if not him. Situations and lives may be different, but not with emotions. In fact, he was also in the position of Jovanka. Not having what other children have.

Why is the world always filled with injustice? Realize that the process of maturation of every human being is different. However, the tightness in the chest increasingly carries a wound that has been hidden behind maturity. Who can fight all that?

She had a mother who could be everything. Teach the meaning of life with joy in the mortal world. And what about Jovanka? Does having Axel as a busy father, the girl can stand on her own feet? Question after question leads Asma to embrace the dilemma.

O Allah, bless the family of the servant with our descendants. May our marriage be a field of reward for loving one another. May the good news reverberate throughout our home. Aamiins.~ Rey washes her face with a fist, a simple prayer that will always be her little happiness.

"Mas, don't stand in front of the door. Not good," said Asma slowly, making Rey smile and then walk to the woman who has been worthy to hold their baby.

"Are you not tired? Here give Jovanka to me, it must be achy, right?" rey said as she reached out with both hands, Asma turned to look him in the eye but did not give Jovanka to her. "Butterfly, are you okay?"

Without permission, the hand that intends to replace the Asthma task. The same hand wiped the tears that soaked his wife's cheeks. Silent look with a sense of unworthiness. Suddenly the heart felt sorrow in silence. What the hell's going on? Why did you cry? He doesn't know anything.

Rey was confused by the situation before her eyes, "Butterfly, please speak! Don't make me worry."

"No papa, Mas. You can tell Mr. Axel if Jovanka stays in our room?" reply Asthma does not want to add to the burden of the heart that can spread sadness.

The request explains that there is something Asthma is hiding, but to speak to each other openly must wait for another time. Let this night pass by agreeing that Jovanka sleeps in her room. The night was getting late with tired bodies, they all had to rest.

Rey spoke up for what it was by briefly explaining the situation. He also said all for the good of Jovanka who did not want to be separated from his wife. Of course Axel refused to see with his own eyes. Where the beloved princess slept so quietly in the arms of the hostess.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of Iandang azan awaken the soul to fulfill the obligation. The sound of walking footsteps slowly walked into the bathroom. The only hope is that the little girl who is still asleep does not get interference. Eyes that feel heavy ask for freshness.

Not even closing the door, suddenly someone held him down. "Mas, I'm gonna take a shower."

Rey kept pushing the door, let alone Asma not blocking her movement. Footsteps shift past the dividing line, then slowly close the door. Not to forget he locked so that no one entered, all done without turning his eyes intense gaze drowned himself enjoying brown eyes that were still sleepy.

One move brought his female body into a hug. There was no surprise, it seemed like the wife was starting to memorize her habits. "Butterfly can I ask you something?"

"Hm. Say it! What my husband wants in the morning blind. Is all this related to Jovanka?" ask back Asma by wrapping both her hands twitching spoiled on her husband's shoulders.

A smile explains everything, but not the answer. Rey got closer, then whispered something with a warm breath touching the nape of the neck. Suddenly, he tried to escape despite failure. Touch that continues to spread to present a sting.

"Mas, last ...,"