Just Just Marrying
Sweet and understanding
The evening began to welcome. Gerry and Kyara have spent a long time in the park enjoying some snacks that Gerry bought. A few hours in the park they spent telling stories about their respective childhoods and also the development of Baby Rey. Although their relationship still seems stiff, both Gerry and Kyara try to improve it by multiplying their stories.
It did not feel like some people were starting to leave the park. So does Gerry and Kyara who decided to go home considering they have left their little baby too long.
"Kyara's..." Gerry held back Kyara's hand that was about to rise from her seat.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Pouring his intention to get up and sit back.
"How do you feel right now for me?" Gerry asked a little doubt.
Kyara looked up at Gerry's face that was much taller than her.
"Eitherway. For now let it be like this." His breathing sounded heavy. Again, she could not return her husband's feelings. The pain she felt from the beginning of being Gerry's wife still leaves a trace in her mind to this day.
"alright. It'sit's okay. Let's go home." Gerry forced his smile. Then reaching out her hand helped Kyara to stand up.
"Sorry..." Lirih Kyara who can see the look of disappointment of the man.
"That's it, don't think about it. Come on!" He gently pulled Kyara's hand.
While on his way home, both Gerry and Kyara remain silent. The warm atmosphere in the park seemed to be taken for granted by Kyara's refusal for the umpteenth time. Gerry looked straight ahead at the number of vehicles blocking his path. His two eyes that began to dew were covered by the black glasses he was wearing.
Agh, again his feelings are unrequited.
"Gerry, stop!" Pinta Kyara when she saw her subscription martabak in A.
Gerry immediately slowed down the speed of his car.
"I want to buy that martabak." Said Kyara turning her body backwards. His view was centered on the martabak cart that was surrounded by buyers.
Gerry twisted his body.
"You want that bustling martabak?" Ask Gerry to make sure.
Kyara quickly nodded.
"All right." He then pulled his car over.
"But—"
"There's quite a lot of people there. I don't want you to have any trouble breathing between those mothers." Tukas Gerry's.
"What do you want to taste?"
Kyara. "Chocolate cheese."
"alright. Wait here." Gerry took off his glasses and placed them on the dashboard.
"You're so kind and considerate of me, Gerry. But I'm sorry I haven't been able to give you what you want." Lirih Kyara looks at the rearview mirror where Gerry is walking towards the martabak seller.
Gerry's arrival to the martabak cart managed to steal the attention of women there. Their adoring gaze toward Gerry made the man so dedicated. Although fascinated with the face of Gerry, but the mothers did not stop giving room to Gerry to first get the queue. It's better Gerry gets the last line so they can see the man's face longer, they thought.
"She must not be used to queuing like that." Kyara muttered to see Gerry who was still flanked by the many queues of buyers.
Suddenly Kyara's gaze was fixed on the little boy in front of their car who was playing the ball.
"It's funny. Would Rey be as funny as that kid if she grew up?" Kyara smiled to herself remembering the baby at home.
But immediately Kyara's two eyeballs smashed perfectly when the boy's ball rolled down the highway. Seeing the boy running after the ball, Kyara quickly got out of the car to stop the boy.
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