My Sweet Leaning Husband
Forgot to tell the password

Orion lay staring at the ceiling, slept on the sofa for a few days and was now asked to sleep in bed, making Orion even unsettled.

Cheryl herself slept on her side facing the window of her apartment. She was unable to sleep but tried to be calm despite being nervous. Another basket with Orion, inexplicably makes Cheryl's heart beat fast. He was very sure that the young man was not the one who raped him, so that made Cheryl feel calmer and not afraid of anything.

“Not sleeping?” orion asked as he felt the movement from Cheryl.

Cheryl closed her eyes, wanting to be quiet so Orion thought she was sleeping but couldn't. He finally shifted his reclining position and turned his head to Orion until they finally looked at each other.

“You can't sleep because there's me?” ask Orion.

Cheryl is not happy if Orion finds out the facts, while she herself offers it.

“Not, actually I'm hungry,” replied Cheryl making an excuse.

Orion smiles at Cheryl's hunger, isn't it good if pregnant women eat more.

“You want me to make something?” asked Orion again giving little attention to Cheryl.

“I want to eat a salad made by Mami,” Cheryl replied.

“Will I prepare,” Orion said then get up to immediately go to the kitchen.

Cheryl wakes up and follows Orion into the kitchen. He sees the young man pulling a salad out of the freezer, but Cheryl can do it herself, but Orion does it for him instead.

Cheryl pulled up the chair, then sat there waiting for Orion to serve the salad in the bowl.

“What do you want to add more fruit? Or maybe milk is also cheese?” asked the deft Orion serving the salad in the bowl, he did not want to make Cheryl wait long.

“No need, it's already a lot of cheese. I'm afraid eneg,” replied Cheryl.

Orion looked at Cheryl, a smile on the young man's face.

Cheryl cleared her throat at Orion's smile, her heart was racing again and her gaze was not sidetracked from the young man.

Orion had just finished serving the salad in a bowl and placed it in front of Cheryl, but she realized Cheryl was daydreaming instead.

“Cher, the salad,” Orion said.

Cheryl woke up from daydreaming, then reviewed an awkward smile and hurriedly took a spoon to start eating the salad.

Orion pulls up the chair in front of Cheryl, and then waits and accompanies Cheryl to eat.

“You like salad?” ask Orion to make the atmosphere there a little warm.

“Lumayan, at least the salad does not make me nauseous and full,” replied Cheryl. He put a mouthful after a mouthful of pieces of fruit.

Orion was still waiting for Cheryl to eat, Cheryl herself lowered her head as she felt Orion keep looking at her.

Until Orion saw the salad dressing left at the end of Cheryl's lips. He stood up and walked over to Cheryl to sit down, then picked up a piece of tissue to clean Cheryl's lips.

Cheryl was surprised that Orion was standing, and kept staring at where the young man was walking, until Orion was standing next to his chair.

“There's salad dressing at the end of your lips,” Orion said.

Cheryl was speechless, she still continued to stare at the young man's face.

Orion bent over, his hand holding the tissue pointed to his lips to clean up the salad dressing left behind. However, it was not the tissue that touched Cheryl's lips, but Orion's lips.

Cheryl was surprised but she chose silence as the young man softly sipped the tip of her lips. It was wet, warm, and made Cheryl's heart beat faster.

“Cher, Cheryl!” Orion called Cheryl's name repeatedly because she was daydreaming.

“Why are you daydreaming?” ask Orion astonishment.

“No,” Cheryl replied while receiving a tissue from Orion's hand.

Cheryl hastily rubbed the tip of her lips with a tissue, then resumed eating.

“Oh yes, you were shopping?” ask Cheryl to refocus on eating.

“So, I shopped some groceries and stock for the bathroom,” Orion replied.

“If shopping, why don't I receive confirmation of my card usage. Didn't you wear it?” ask Cheryl in astonishment.

Orion reviews the smile, before then replies, “You didn't mention the password, how can I wear it.”

Cheryl immediately choked on hearing Orion's remark, how could she be so stupid as to give a card without a password.

Orion was surprised to see Cheryl coughed, then took a glass of water for his wife.

Cheryl receives a glass from Orion, then swallows the contents quickly to relieve the throat.

Orion gave a smile, feeling that Cheryl's current behavior was very funny.

Cheryl's shy not a bitch, really she looks so stupid in front of Orion.

“Sorry, I forgot. You yourself why not call and ask for the password?” ask Cheryl to cover up her embarrassment.

“I'm afraid you're busy, so choose to use my money first,” Orion replied.

Cheryl looked at Orion, really the young man was really kind and had no intention of using her at all.

“In addition to using the card for shopping, stop using your money. Otherwise, I will transfer the money you spend on shopping,” Cheryl said.

Orion reviews a smile, then replies, “No need, just assume this time I pay, tomorrow you pay.”

“You sure?” ask Cheryl. He was only afraid that Orion was running out of money, because the ration money was used to buy the needs of the house.

“Iya, I'm sure.” Orion.

Cheryl went back to eating her salad, and then she stopped eating.

“You didn't ask how much the password was?” ask Cheryl because she feels Orion actually deliberately does not want to know the password of her debit card.

“You didn't tell, so I didn't ask,” Orion replied casually. He propped his chin with his right palm, while his elbow rested on the table.

“You accidentally didn't ask, ‘kan.” Cheryl squinted her eyes, her current attitude showing how the woman really is.

After the marriage, Cheryl restricts interacting with Orion, apparently this time Cheryl starts to open her heart by trying to be casual and casual to Orion.

“Actually I feel guilty if I use your money,” Orion said still with a fixed gaze to Cheryl.

“Why? After all you are shopping not for home purposes only, but my needs as well. So I think it's legal if you use my money, Ion.” Cheryl's way of speaking is completely changed, looking relaxed and more wordy.

Orion smiled, happy that Cheryl was finally acting the way she used to be. Open and not too harboring, let alone efficient words.

“But that's my job, my job is to spend money on house needs. My job is also to make sure to give money to you, not vice versa,” Orion said later, increasingly trying to invite Cheryl to talk so that his wife also talked a lot.

“Why is it only your duty, can I not bear that duty?” ask Cheryl who does not want to lose with Orion's words.

“Because I am the husband, the head of the family, so I am responsible for supporting you, not the other way around.”