Shackles Desire of Stepchildren
Little Attention From Meera

The person again raved while stirring the fried rice until flat and would not raise suspicion when the fried rice was served by Meera later.

Once satisfied, the person again closes the jar and puts it in its original place. An incomparable feeling of pleasure increasingly enveloped his heart, making him just walk away without leaving a trace that would corner him.

...*...

...*...

In Meera's room just finished with her bath, when the clock was showing at half-time at 8am.

Hans, who had just woken up, was immediately startled when his eyes unintentionally stared at the clock beside him.

"Jeez, I'm bad luck!" peeking Hans who immediately sat in a state of face so shocked.

Meera who just wanted to apply cream on her face, became surprised and immediately turned to the bed.

"Hans, you are. Waking up even makes people shocked, already rich there is an earthquake just know not!"

Meera immediately slapped onto Hans with a very upset face, fortunately Meera's heartbeat was fine. Otherwise, it is likely that Meera will die at a young age.

"Why don't you wake me up, huh! Look it's already 8 and a half hours and I'm already half an hour late to go to the office!"

"You're a wife, huh! her husband misadventures instead of being built, this is even fun dancing. It's useless!"

Degh's!

The sentence that was thrown from Hans' mouth this time had really pinched Meera's heart, subconsciously Meera tried to stay calm even though her heart felt so tight.

While Hans, he stared intently at Meera when he did not realize that his words had hurt his wife.

"Sorry, dear Mr Hans, you better try to grab your phone and see if it's a weekday or a weekend?"

"If you have an important meeting today, at least use your mouth to say that I can know and be on guard to wake you from your subconscious!"

"Initially I wanted to wake you up because the day was already starting to noon, but after I saw you sleeping very soundly. I undo that intention, do I understand last night Mr. overtime to do all the tasks that must be completed."

"So from that on this weekend, I will not disturb your sleep so that you can rest well. And I'll wake you up after I finish preparing breakfast."

Meera's voice that usually sounded very soft, this time was different. He looked so resolute that even the glare of his eyes was sharp when he looked at Hans.

After realizing all that, Hans immediately took his phone and looked at it with perfectly literate eyes.

Before long the eyes began to grow bigger when Hans saw that today was a weekend, along with that he also remembered the incident last night.

...Flashbacks...

Hans, who had just returned home from work at 10pm, rushed to clean his body. Then Meera who had not slept due to waiting for the return of her husband, she began to waste food in order to fill the stomach of the husband who had been overtime work.

"At what time Hans, you better take a break and turn off your laptop. If you stay like this every day, your body will drop."

"Indeed, you can't if you continue tomorrow, and tomorrow's Hans' day off. So you can be as happy as you can continue the work, as long as you can distinguish the time between work and also rest."

For the first time Meera rambled along it to Hans, just for the sake of giving a small attention to him.

However, Hans who was insensitive with all of Meera's attention could only tell her to go to bed first. Meera who heard that could only shake her head. He was also free to babble at length, but Hans instead seemed to underestimate his attention.

Without further ado Meera immediately spread her body, then she began to close her eyes in the condition of turning her back to her husband who was sitting on the sofa.

Hans glanced at Meera's back, then resumed his work until it did not feel the time was running and now it has shown at 4 am.

Several times Meera woke up to see her husband still struggling with his laptop, leaving her no longer to voice his voice.

To Meera the form of attention she gave to Hans, was simply a passing wind that meant nothing.

When Hans' eyes got tired, he turned off his laptop. Then he walked to his bed and rode on it and slowly laid down his body right next to his wife.

Hans tilted his body, whose closeness was hindered by the bolster in the middle.

Hans looked at Meera's face, which looked so beautiful, that his hands began to rise to rub Meera's cheeks. Along with Hans' eyes that had been closed, until he immediately entered his subconscious with the position of his hand attached to his wife's cheek.

...Flashback...

Hans began to realize his extremely rude attitude and remarks to his wife. Understandably, because Hans was very surprised when he saw the alarm clock was very noon, so he forgot if today was a holiday.

Meera, already very upset with Hans, inhabits Hans and focuses on her own activities to apply makeup.

Hans slowly began to change his position and sat on the edge of the bed facing towards Meera whose face was currently so flat staring at the glass.

"I-I'm sorry, if I've slammed you and said rudely to you. I did it because I was not intentional, it was purely the effect of my surprise at the sight of the alarm clock." Hans said slightly softly, as Meera was still reluctant to say a single word to him.

Hans who did not stay silent continued to apologize to Meera with all his sincere words from her.

Actually Hans never felt guilty like this when yelling at someone, but this time it was different because the one he snapped was his own wife.

Almost a few minutes Meera was silent, even she was done with her makeup, but she still did not want to answer Hans.

"From now on I always try to apologize to you in a good way, but your response is like this. What the hell do you want?" said Hans who was already a beard to see the disgust on Meera's face.

Meera stood up and reflected, and she turned and stepped on her legs without breaking all her husband's words.

Until finally when Meera wanted to open the door of her room, suddenly Hans words were able to make her speech silent pecking without returning to make a move.

...***Connected***...