Dear Om Rey
Chapter 44: The Little Wife

That night I locked all the doors. I also walked to the light switch to turn off the middle room light. But before I turned it off, I looked around the room again. Full of pastel colors.

I smiled happily. Still feel this is overrated.

When we got home from our honeymoon that time, I was surprised by the changing interior design of Mas Rey's house. Originally the whole room here was dominated by white, ash, and black. It is elegant and modern. But by the time I entered the house, the interior had changed greatly. 90% of the furniture was replaced.

The whole house was redesigned in pastel colors. Starting from the sofa, carpet, to the smallest trinkets. Even our wedding photos are already hanging on one of the living room walls.

And to my amazement, the main room was changed, dominated by mint, soft pink, white, and gold. My photos and Mas Rey's photos hang on different sides. Walk in closet has also been divided in two, the left is the place for me, and the right for Mas Rey's goods.

This house is like a whole new one. Not only the interior, but the exterior is also redesigned. The reason Mas Rey changed the whole house is because she wanted to erase everything that would remind us of the past and look to a better future. She also wanted to convince me that I was now her legal wife.

The reason why this house is now pastel-themed is because according to Mas Rey there is a philosophy of its own. He used to feel his life white ash like the interior of this house. But everything's turned more colorful since I came to that house.

That's what Mas Rey said that increasingly shows the romantic side since I officially became his wife.

"Also, sorry Mas has not been able to buy you a house as big as a mother's house. But I promise you, one day I'll make you a bigger and more luxurious house than my mother's." His promise.

But I refused it straight away. I really don't want it. This house is more than enough. This house is spacious, comfortable, and various facilities exist. Not too big for both of us. Moreover, this house was made by Mas Rey little by little since he got his first salary as an architect. This house is full of history and stories.

I don't need another house, while this house is already very meaningful. Besides, wherever I stay as long as I'm with him I don't care, I'll be very happy and don't mind.

Finally I turned off the light switch and stopped admiring the interior of the house that now seemed warmer and cheerful. I looked up to look upstairs. Mas Rey's office is still on. He did say he was going to stay up tonight to finish his pending job because of our honeymoon.

I also walked up the stairs with a tray of warm milk, bread, and an apple that I had cut. My husband needs nutrition so he can finish his job tonight.

Arriving at the doorstep of his study, Mas Rey is not at work. He was instead daydreaming staring out the window featuring a swimming pool located in the backyard.

I was a little worried, already since he came back from the disappearance of that time, I often caught him in this state, suddenly daydreaming.

"Mas, I brought you a snack, here." I walked up to him. But when I was next to him and put the tray on the small table next to his desk, he was still busy with his daydream.

I touched his cheek. "Yes..."

Mas Rey looked so shocked, she was very clear that her mind was not here with her. "Darling, are you here? Oh, thanks for the food." He looked at me and the food in the tray beside him.

"Together, my mother." I said while looking at him worriedly. "Well, did you just daydream again?"

Mas Rey grabbed my hand and led me to sit on one of her thighs. "No, really. Who's dreaming, honey. I'm just thinking about work again."

"Mas looks like cape. We sleep yuk? Tomorrow's work." I was worried as I clasped one of his hands that was clutching my waist.

"Mas has to finish it all now. You sleep first. Or do you want to go until you sleep?"

I shook my head, "No need. I slept alone. But promise ya don't be too lazy Mas stay up late."

"Yes, Honey. No more than 1pm." His promise.

I also scooped both cheeks and kissed my husband's lips. "Good night, my husband."

"Good night, my little wife." Sahut Mas Rey's. Makes me smile amusedly.

Since I was only 18 years old, he called me that. But I couldn't possibly repay her by calling her my great husband.

It feels so weird. The connotation even became like a physically large Mas Rey. It does not match Mas Rey who has an ideal body.

I also moved from his lap. When I started walking away from her, her hand did not let go of mine.

"Darling..." Sluggishly.

"Why, Mas?" I was surprised, because he asked me to talk after we said goodbye.

He looked at me for a moment. "You..believe, don't you think that I love you at all? Do you love me more than anything?"

I was stunned for a moment. Why is it, Mas Rey so often asks this? Since returning home from his honeymoon last week, he has asked this several times.

I came back to him and grabbed his head. She also drowned her face in my chest. "Why the hell, how many times has this been? I said, I believe the same. I love you and I love you too." I kissed his head a few times.

I felt Mas Rey's hands clutching my waist tightly. He didn't answer anything. I let us be like that for a while. It seems he has a lot of thoughts.

"Are you done yet?" Ask Rey at last.

Immediately the guilt returned to my heart. "A little more." My great-grandson.

Mas Rey kept her head away from my chest, because suddenly I no longer held her tightly. He looked at my now sad face. My lips were about a centimeter forward.

He smiled at me. "Darling, dong. It's just nanya. Want to know when Mas can be spoiled again with you."

I suddenly felt sad again. It's better than it was last week, when we just got home. I found a stain on my pants. At that time I continued to cry as much as I could while sitting in the closed bathroom closet. Mas Rey had to carry me like a child, where I carried her with both of my legs coiled between her bodies. Mas Rey did it because I haven't stopped crying and sat in that closet even after 30 minutes.

"But I should be pregnant right now because we've been doing honeymoon time a lot." Sad say.

Rey rubbed my cheek slowly. "There's still plenty of time, honey. Maybe we should really enjoy the two times first like gini. We'll try again."

"But I want to love a child for Mas Rey."

"Honey, the condition of Mas at that time may no longer fit. You are also sick again. We're both sauces."

"Keep Mas also spelled out." Suddenly, I remembered that incident. "I've been waiting all day but there's no Masnya. I am sick again so more stress because thinking of Mas who suddenly said. I really had a feeling at that time. Fortunately, it turns out Mas only helped them Mas who was sick. I guess I'm why-why." My problem became increasingly to remember how panicked I was then, alone, in a country of people, and Mas Rey had only returned when it was 9 pm local time.

Rey looked sad and felt guilty. "Sorry, my dear." He wiped my tears back until it was completely unnoticed.

I don't mean to make us sad again. Besides, I don't blame Mas Rey if it's like that. He met his friend and suddenly his friend was sick and he had to drive him to the hospital and wait until his relatives from out of town came to look after him.

Finally I sat on Mas Rey's lap again, faced her, and wrapped my hands around her neck. "If you want to be forgiven, take me to my room." Spoiled talk.

The dimples on his cheeks appeared as a faint smile rose on his face. "Yes, Mas anterin and kelonin were Mas's spoiled wives."

He started carrying me and took me to our room.