Although Not Perfect
Possibly back

I looked at the face in front of me carefully. His hair is still wet, maybe he has prayed at dawn and then fell asleep again because last night woke up and stayed up persecuted by this nyidam woman....

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I used to think of him as a pretty guy, but the longer I saw his jaw look more mature, his facial line also began to be sculpted not straight smooth like a Korean idol anymore.

Maybe the effect because his age is getting mature, or because soon he is a father, I fantasize while smiling myself...

"When did you come back to me..?"my germs.

After a while I was lounging by observing my husband's face until I was satisfied, I immediately moved as the clock of the wall had ticked indicating five more hours. I had to pray at dawn and prepare breakfast.

Until the kitchen I saw that Ms. Rijah was cleaning the kitchen and dining table.

"For Rijah ma'am." I said hello to the middle-aged woman.

"For Non, the aura is very beautiful.hopefully today and so on there is always good news in this house.." the sentence is either a prayer or a guess as Lucy, wife of chef Richard.

"Amiiin." I smiled at the most precious prayer.

That morning I made toast and warm milk for breakfast. I remembered that I had not had time to buy pregnant milk, so the plan today was to go to the supermarket to buy it while shopping for some loose clothing for me.

After preparing breakfast, I intend to wake Reza mas, tumben he has not yet woke up. When I was about to step up to the second floor, I heard Reza's cell phone ringing. After I followed the source of the sound, it turned out to be in the pocket of a black jacket lying on the sofa of the TV room.

I picked up the phone that didn't stop ringing, I saw Vani's name there. Long enough I just held it, the ring stopped for a moment and then rang again.

Then I took a breath and decided to take the call.

"Halo assalamualaikum, ma'am Vani.." I said while holding back feelings.

"It's Reza's hapeen, isn't it?" the voice from across with a tone of dislike.

"Yes, Reza hasn't woken up yet.Is there a message?"I tried to respond to him casually.

"Didn't he work? this hour is not awake yet.."

"Now, it looks like Reza is exhausted.." Tired of gladenin you are my mind.

"Oh okay...Let me call you later..eh wait .. You're Amel right?" still with an unfriendly tone.

"He.he.mbak Vani. Yes, it is, who else would dare to pick up the phone mas Reza other than his wife right.." hopefully make it more sewed with my answer.

"I want to talk to you, when is there time?" tanyanya.

" Mm...Today I need to go to the supermarket, we can meet there.

"All right.I'll wait there at 9..."

Then she closed her phone unilaterally. Strange woman, she who needs to meet no thank you in the least...

After a while later, I saw Reza coming down from the second floor already with a neat appearance ready to go to the office.

He sat down at the table and ate the toast I had prepared. I approached him and put his phone in front of him.

"Sorry, I picked up your phone earlier." I told him.

" Hm...From whom?" sahut mas Reza while enjoying a cup of warm milk.

"Mbak Vani.he said he'll call again.."

"Hmm.." That's all he said as if he wasn't interested.

"Not on the phone back? Who knows how important it is.." I brushed off a bland smile while sitting in front of him.

"I was in a hurry, there was a meeting this morning even wake me up also bad luck.."sahut later.

That last sentence made me glance at him sharply...

He just smiled a little while looking at me.

"No, I just felt like I slept really well last night." she said without looking at me.

I'm still confused by what he said, but I let it go. Then I took a piece of toast filled with pineapple jam and ate it.

"I left first.assalamualaikum.." he said up from his seat and passed from before me.

But seconds later Reza stopped and then stepped back towards me, and suddenly kissed a glimpse of the top of my head.

My body felt petrified, the bread I ate stopped in my throat and my heart pounded very quickly.

What the hell just happened? Oh my God, I feel like he's like before.

Has he really returned?

Instantly I moved and hurried to follow his steps into the courtyard. It was too late that the car left our house. Maybe it was just a dream, my mind...

"Walaikumsalam.." My grunts stared at the road he passed.

I turned inside and took a shower and prepared to go to the Mega Mall.

 Before I left, I called Richard

"Hello Amel.." chef Richard's voice from across sounded friendly.

"Morning Chef.Today I asked for leave..."

"Are you okay, honey?"

"Of Course Chef, I am really fine, don't worry.." I chuckled at his anxiety.

"Oh..I thought you were exhausted because yesterday the visitors were so crowded..."

"I'm not that weak, chef.today I plan to buy loose clothes, I feel the twins are starting to make me fatter.." I said later.

"Ha.ha...that means they are healthy Mel... So who would you like to shop with?"

"Oh, no one knows I'm pregnant but you aren't..?"

"Okey.remember don't be too tired, your content is still in the first trimester..."

" Yess sir!! But may I ask for something chef..?"

" Of course Amel, say whatever it is, I don't want my nephew to drool if not obeyed.." With his thick bule dialect, the sentence sounded very funny and made me laugh loosely.

" So calm chef, nyidam business has been overcome by his father children.he.he.."so I kept laughing.

" Wow..good job for your baby's, let her father know the taste..so tell me what can I help..?"

"Please ask someone to deliver my motorcycle to the Mega Mall this morning, chef, frankly I'm freer anywhere if there is my favorite motorcycle..."

" Well, let your bike be delivered there later, but always be careful, there are two lives that you must protect..."

" Hmm.okay, thank you so much chef.."so I rubbed my flat stomach and ended the phone call.

I was lucky to know Richard and his family. Even though they only knew me, they treated me like their own family.

Finally the online taxi I ordered arrived in front of the house. I immediately slide to the place of agreement with Mr. Vani.

I deliberately asked to meet at one of the outlets close to the motorcycle parking, so that I could meet with the messenger chef Richard who would deliver my motorcycle.

As we had planned, Vani was waiting for me in one corner of the room.

I was still trying to be friendly, even though when I came there was a gripping aura that enveloped the look of her cold eyes looking at me.

The woman sat down elegantly as usual. Perfect appearance like a socialite woman who is full of rules of conduct....