Dear Husband

Dear Husband
call mom


Fernando continued to move actively tracing each inch of Sofia's body that was silent resigned under his body. The kisses he gave left a mark here. The clothes that Sofia was wearing had also been lost somewhere. There was no resistance or words from Sofia's lips. The woman was silent a thousand languages to the point of making Nando who was engrossed in sucking his chest frown and look at her face.


A drop of tear drenched the doctor's smooth cheek made something inside Nando shaken. The man raised his body that was piercing Sofia and lay sideways, propped up on his left hand. She rubbed the tears gently to make Sofia blink her eyes without even looking at her.


"I'm sorry Sofia" he said, filled with regret. Sofia was only stunned in a mute, sadness rising inside her chest.


"Nothing to forgive. You're my husband. You have the right to do so with or without my consent" he replied on the sidelines. Fernando clenched his hand, furious at himself


"I'm not a jerk who would force a woman to serve me even if it was you, my wife. I'm not that kind of guy Sofia. I won't touch you until you come to me and give yourself up." whispered he got out of bed, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom. No matter how long Nando came out of there with a fresh body and the smell of soft soap emanating from his strapping body. A white kimono wrapped around his burly body. He stared at it for a moment Sofia who was still trying to ease her cries. Nelangsa.


"I know you're very disappointed with what I did Sofia. From now on I will stay in my office. You're free to be in this room because it's yours. I'll never bother you." No word from Sofia. The woman was still reluctant to look at the husband who almost raped her even though it was not a sin. But the imposition that Nando had done earlier still left a trauma on him.


Nando passed by, closed the door and headed for his study. A spacious room became his favorite place all along. In this place he pondered a lot, worked, and escaped a lot of trouble there. There is a connected room that also features a bed, wardrobe even though the contents are not as good as the bathroom. He sat himself on the sofa, remembering the incident. Why he could be so emotional and rude to Sofia when he saw her on the phone with the lecturer. A lot of things have happened but not according to plan.


A pair of human children were immersed in their own thoughts until dawn picked up the night and drove the moon back to the contest. Sofia surged from her bed as the sun had already appeared, even her bright rays had already broken through the thick curtains covering her bedroom window. His hand fingered sideways. There's no Fernando there. On the ground he rolled sideways, buried his head soft padded commonly used by the husband. Only the smell of that man was left there.


"Oh my God.Why can I have bad luck?" intended slowly. He woke up at seven in the morning. Fortunately, he went to college a little later. Sofia rushed to the bathroom, her eyes widening wide when she knew what her face looked like. Face tangled with puffy eyes until almost swollen due to the danger of crying. Quickly he took a shower and changed clothes so he could get down immediately. But remember it was fixed on the license yesterday given by Shandy. He had to get Nando's permission first in order to join the program, he took the letter and headed to Nando's office.


"Sir, is Mr Nando inside?" tanya when Bik Mimi just came out of the master's office. It was seen that the middle-aged woman had just cleaned the room and picked up the dirty clothes of the master.


"Sir has been acting so early in the morning madam."


"hhhhhhh.this is because I woke up late." lamented Sofia frustrated.


"Does the madam need anything?"


"Why don't you just come to the master's office?"


"Later tonight after she gets home bik. I'm leaving first yes." said Sofia . His hand put the sheet of paper into his backpack.


"There's better breakfast, madam. I've cooked a grilled gurami for you." Sofia gawked in wonder. Since when does this house use a heavy breakfast menu like himself? he even cooked his own breakfast every day because the waiter was not used to cooking such menus for breakfast.


"Tumben aunty cooks that menu for breakfast."


"The master sent the madam. Master Gurami said it's your favorite food."


"Mas Nando? where does he know?" it's just called weirdness if people like Nando who are very busy and introverted want to take care of such small things.


"I don't know mistress. But master also gave me a cooking recipe." Without saying much Sofia headed for the dining table. It is not hunger that makes him rush there, but a curiosity that needs answers to be completed. Put the food in his mouth. Once again the strangeness he felt. The taste of his cooking is very similar to the cuisine of his mother in the village. What possible?????


Again curiosity ruled his heart. Sofia finished her morning meal quickly and called her mother in the village. It must be the clock now his mother is still struggling in the kitchen. Sure enough, the woman who gave birth to him was the one who picked up the phone.


"Mom, did Nando ever call mom?" sofia be careful after a long time of pleasantries.


"Almost every day your husband calls us. Asking for any news and difficulties we may be experiencing. Your father had no trouble even hoeing in the fields and fields because your husband had bought us new equipment. He called yesterday to ask you what you like. You know.it turns out he's also the one who helped your sisters achieve their goals." Sofia was glued to her place. There are still many stories that flow from the lips of the mother and only she digested one by one in silence. It was only fair to be able to enter the academy instantly without any difficulty. It turns out there was Fernando's interference in it. What he had in mind now was why was Fernando secretly doing everything without his knowledge?


Millions of question marks swirled in Sofia's mind. If Nando is so kind to his parents and siblings, why does he seem so indifferent to him?