Marrying the Depression Master
CH-62 Narrow rooms

Jack was confused, how do I convince Mr. Amril to allow Ara to come home with him?

Beni sir looked at him.

“Master, we should just go home, we think at home, the night is getting late, we also make traffic jams,” said Mr. Beni.

“I don't want to go home without my wife,” Jack said.

“Will you say that you are healed so that Mr. Amril is not anxious?” ask Mr. Beni.

“All will fall apart if many know about my recovery,” replied Jack.

“So how, Mister?” ask Mr. Beni.

Jack looked at the still jammed street in front of him. The car really spent the road.

“You just go home, I'll wait for my wife here,” Jack said.

“What? Would you like to wait outside?” ask Mr. Beni.

“You how else? I don't want to go home if my wife doesn't come home, ” replied Jack.

Whether love or what, but Ara was his only life companion, no more. Her mother was busy with her family affairs and did not care about it, only Ara who always accompanied her, accepted it under any circumstances.

“But Sir,” Mr. Beni is worried about his Master.

“You just go home, I won't be home before my in-laws let Ara come home with me,” Jack replied.

“But Mr..”

“Already, just go home!” said Jack.

“Alright Sir,” replied Mr. Beni, with a heavy heart to leave Jack alone on the terrace of his house Ara.

Not how long the luxury car rolled off the narrow road, actually not narrow or just a car with an unusual size that makes the road jammed.

After Mr. Beni left, Jack turned his body to look at the door of his father-in-law's house. Her outstretched hand would knock on the door but she would not bother her in-laws, much less surely her in-laws would rest. What about his wife? What is Ara doing now?

His wife was only a few meters away from him but it felt so far away. His wife always hugged his hand. Now felt the hand grip was so missed. What if Ara no longer hugged her hand?

“My wife, I don't want to lose you,” murmured desperately.

Jack sat on the chair on the terrace. Look around the house. He complained, why his wife lives in such a cramped house. Right left is full of houses, very stuffy.

Jack looked back at the door, there was no sign of anyone coming out of the house.

Looking up at the sky, the moon and stars were bright but not as bright as his heart, his heart was clouded. He also sat alone in the chair, feeling the wind that was blowing increasingly cold.

Jack doesn't know what will happen if Ara is no longer with him, his life will feel even more lonely. Jack folded his hands and felt the cold wind blowing that night.

The night was getting late, Ara was still in her room, she was agitated, she kept thinking of ways to melt her father's heart but how?

Actually what his father said was right, only, he already loved Jack, if he left Jack who would have noticed him? Although Jack has another woman, not necessarily the woman will care about him at least not much different from his family Jack just wants Jack's property.

Unable to sleep, Arapun got up and got out of his bed, then came out of his room. He felt thirsty and would take a drink in the kitchen. After taking a drink, Ara noticed the living room lights had not been turned off.

He walked in the guest room and turned off the lights. After the lights were off, Ara intended to return to her room but her steps came to a halt as she looked at the glass window where a shadow was sitting on her back against the window, leaving her shocked.

Slowly, Ara's feet crept toward the window. When she was near she was very surprised to see her husband sitting while hugging his elbows because of the cold.

“Jack!” murmured Ara, he immediately stored the glass in his hand onto the table and immediately opened the door of his house.

Hearing the voice that opened the door, Jack who was feeling the cold of the night wind immediately turned his head.

“Jack!” call Ara, come right over.

Jack was relieved when he saw his wife approaching him. He lowered his legs and stood looking at Ara.

“Jack, what are you doing here?” ara asked, her hand touching Jack's.

Jack saw Ara's hand touch his hand, felt a very happy feeling, how his wife's touch to his body was like opium, he always wanted to feel every touch of his wife.

Jack's hand touched Ara's fingers.

“Your hand is very cold, come on in!” said Ara, looking back inside, her parents must have been sleeping.

Although his father told Jack to leave, he couldn't let Jack stay outside.

“Come!” take Ara, pull Jack's hand into the house, then close the door and lock it.

Jack looked around the house that was dimly lit because the lights Ara turned off.He remembered he had entered this house but he also did not remember too much.

Ara looked at Jack.

“No,” replied Jack, he thought there was no harm in him talking a little to his wife.

“Daddy is asleep, you come home too late, you sleep here,” said Ara, feeling her finger in her husband's hand. He looked up at Jack and smiled and pulled Jack's hand towards his room.

When the door opened, Jack immediately stopped his feet, he was glued to see the contents of the room.

“Why?” ask Ara, astonished.

Jack did not answer. Ara closed the door to her room.

“Don't compare my room to yours. Your room is a meter wider than mine, but what's nice about a spacious room but your heart feels lonely?” said Ara, then grabbed Jack's hand to sit on his bed.

Jack's hand touched Ara's bed. He felt his bed was uncomfortable as well. He shook his head. He did not want his wife to sleep in a hard mattress.

“You why else? So the bed is soft enough, rather than you sleeping in a chair out there,” said Ara, guessing what Jack was thinking.

Jack tilted his body looking at the bed. Why is the bed so small? Narrow room, small bed, in the room there is only a wardrobe and a dressing table as well as a work desk.

“Jack did you take medicine when you came here?” tanay Ara's. He remembered he was gone at dinner.

“Medicine,” Mumbled Jack.

“Already? I feel calm if you have taken medicine, I want you to stay healthy,” said Ara.

Ara got into bed tidying it up and arranging the pillows. Jack just watched him, he was happy to be able to look at his wife again.

“Come sleep,” says Ara.

“Istirhatlah, tomorrow I will talk again to Dad,” continued Ara, sitting facing Jack.

“Go home,” says Jack.

“You want me to come home with you?” ask Ara.

“Back,” Further Jack.

There were actually so many words he wanted to say to his wife, but he held her back from doing anything suspicious.

Jack knew without him saying he was cured he was sure Ara would not leave him. His wife looked very fond of him, of course he would not let go of his wife.

“I also do not want to leave you Jack, I already love you no matter what your circumstances, I will not bear to let you alone in there with no family who cares about you except Mr. Beni,” said Ara, his hand touched Jack's cheek.

“I didn't know that Mr. Beni doesn't exist, somehow your life,” continued Ara.

Jack did not reply, he would also feel lost if Ara left him.

“Already, we rest, tomorrow I will talk again to Dad, to let me be with you,” said Ara, now his hands hugged his waist Jack.

Jack kissed the woman's strung hair and touched her face as she approached hugged her waist and pulled her up onto the bed.

“Your body is very heavy,” complained Ara, laying Jack to bed.

Jack felt the mattress and pillow was not as thick as the one in his house, he was moving his body.

“You why? Segini already tender Jack,” said Ara.

What Jack thinks is not himself, instead he thinks of Ara who sleeps with a mattress and a pillow that is hard according to him.

“Home,” says Jack suddenly.

“Home? You asked for home?” tanya Ara looked at her husband who was lying down staring at her.

Jack did not answer.

“Your gift house is still there, but my parents have not thought to occupy it, because this is my grandfather and Grandmother's house that was passed down to Dad, many memories in this house, so Dad heavily abandoned it, he said, although not as luxurious as the house you gave it,” said Ara.

After all this house is more than enough not too big which is important residents are happy, rather than a luxurious house but our hearts are not happy living there,” continued Ara.

Jack was stunned to hear that, what Ara said was true. The house is far compared to this Ara house which for the general public is still good but for Jack who lives luxury, this house is only as big as his swimming pool.

He lived in a luxurious house but his heart felt empty and lonely, no one loved him. While here although the room is narrow and the mattress that he thinks is not soft but there is a wife who loves him, his heart feels happy.

Ara slid her body onto the bed, lying next to Jack, her shoulders clinging onto Jack's shoulders.  Now Jack felt that his bed was not big, just enough sleep alone and there was no empty space.

Jack turned his head to the edge, he moved just a little will definitely fall to the floor, as well as Ara. Why is this bed so small? Jack continued to complain in his heart. But when he turned to his side, his wife lay down and spread a blanket over their bodies, making him think, is this much better? Rather than sleeping on a big bed with a super-soaked mattress and pillow but no wife by his side?

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Still slow first yes.bahas conflict later. I was sleepy, sleeping at half-three in the morning.

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