It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-37. Am I wrong?

"You can't say that. I love you so much. If there's a job out again, I'll take you wherever it is" my husband said.

I still hugged Mas Aren, I missed this chest, this body, this scent, and the warmth of being in his arms. My tears incessantly fell on my cheeks, though there was actually peerless relief now filling my heart.

Gentle rubbing on my hair and head, slowly dousing the mess. I'm sure I'm calm and peaceful enough. The person present in the honesty of the rigid body now looks real in front of my face.

"All right, let's go home. Mak and I must be confused looking for me who suddenly disappeared."

My husband ruffled my hair with his smile which always easily made me melt. He got up and raised his hand which I immediately greeted without lingering.

"Remember, the role of the husband is so important during this early pregnancy. Usually, young pregnant women will become more sensitive to everything. At that time the role of the husband in maintaining the stability of the wife's mood."

My husband hugged my shoulder back gently rubbing my head. After that, his face turned to a doctor who was writing a vitamin prescription for pregnant women.

"Thank you, Doc. Thank you for the help and advice given. I will remember and do it well."

We get out immediately, Mas Aren crouched down. "Let's ride!" He gave his back to me.

"My wife shouldn't be too tired."

Without a second thought, I immediately hugged her neck in the back. He immediately got up and supported my body that had hung around his neck. Everyone in the corridor looked at the two of us, to be honest, I became very embarrassed.

I hid the face on his wide back. I remember the past of our first meeting on the beach. A very funny meeting, the powder box I threw, landed sweetly on his head.

"If we hadn't met on the beach, would there have been a story between us?"

My husband was silent, he answered nothing. Some time I waited for his comment, did not speak.

"If Bang Alan had not decided to move to the city, maybe we would never have met for good."

"Ekhem, why talk about him?"

"The reality, right? Maybe I'll be buried as a hill girl who doesn't know anything until now."

Mas Aren was silent again, but he continued to step towards the hospital parking area. Looks like he took me in his vehicle to this place.

"Why silence?"

"Hmmm, I don't know what to say if you're talking about the past. Because when I talk about the past, you're going to be dramatic."

Mas Aren's explanation, reflexes make me chuckle. I still enjoy the smell, I don't know why I like it. Is it possible that I miss too much? My days that can not be separated with his existence make me crazy to lose him who only three nights.

"I don't think I'll be able to be apart for much longer than this." My embrace on his neck grew tighter.

"Aaakhh, don't be so tight. I can't breathe."

"Mistake myself why make me so heavy."

"Yes ... Aye ... Sorry yes."

We finally got to the vehicle. I went down and I re-embed his waist attached not wanting to come off. Mas Aren put on an astonished face, because I had never been like this to him before.

However, he did not bother and reached for the keys of the car that was in his pants pocket. But somehow he did not find that thing.. "Swipe a little, honey. I'm gonna go find the car keys first. It's too narrow because you're too tight" he said.

Deghs

I don't know why her words just made me feel hurt. I let go of the hug and immediately gave it a wide distance. Finally, Mas Aren inserted his hand completely. He reached into the bag of pants and it turns out his hand even went deep.

"Darling, you wait here huh? I have to go back inside. Who knows if someone found my car keys inside."

My husband's eyes wildly glanced left and right, focused in one place. He took me slowly towards one of the benches near the parking lot. In front of him was a small garden with several bonsai plants arranged very neatly.

"Darling, are you sitting here?" He pulled me up and waited until I sat there well.

But I got back up. "I'm coming along." I immediately embraced his arm spoiled.

"Later you're tired of going back and forth. You better wait here. I promise, it won't be long."

Finally, I had to sit on the white bench of the park. Mas Aren immediately walked quickly while following the steps we might have passed earlier.

Ah, my heart is so turbulent to see him leave me again. Why am I being so much like this? I'm usually not like this. My feet will run after him.

A shocking figure suddenly walked in front of me. He was pushing a stroller containing the boy he used to always carry.

"What are you doing in the hospital? Who's sick?" he asked, but this time his voice was flat. Just like when I was with him.

"Not what."

"Oh, ..." Then he left without giving any evidence.

Bang Alan why bring the child?

However, Bang Alan turned the stroler and walked over to me. "You alone? What are you sick with?"

I shake my head back. From the front corridor of the hospital, I saw that my husband had walked quickly to my current position.

"That's me with my husband."

Bang Alan twisted his body. Mas Aren walked faster and faster standing by my side. He immediately pulled my hand leaving Bang Alan with his son.

"Why is he here?" ask Mas Aren.

I immediately grabbed his arm. "So, I don't want to."

"How does this relate to your friend?"

"Do we still need to talk about him? Let aja! Unless you want to find an excuse for us to fight." I lyrics to the back, it turns out that Bang Alan is still in the same position.

Mas Aren wanted to take a glance as well, but I pulled it to head for the car immediately. Somehow he's always been like that to me, if everything has to do with Bang Alan.

Inside the vehicle, it is clearly visible that he is still staring here.

"What's he doing? Why does he keep watching you like that?"

"No ah, your feelings are only times, Mas. Maybe he saw something strange until it was so stupefied."

Mas Aren again did not answer, turning the vehicle out of the parking lot towards the exit gate of this hospital area. A silent atmosphere approached.

I saw his busy left hand clasping his gears, pulling out blue veins on the back of his hand.

"Mas, why are you angry? Why are you always so jealous? So, am I wrong for this unintentional meeting? Do you regret marrying a widow who is still tied to the past like me?"