Stuck in Charm of My Tante Husband
Bickering

"Mas Gavin!" call Diandra as she runs up to Gavin who just came home from the office. Diandra hugged Gavin tightly.

"Have you come home?" asked Gavin while replying to Diandra's embrace.

"Yes, it's." Actually, Gavin was a little surprised to see his wife was already home.

"I came home early on purpose because there was something I wanted to talk about Mas" Diandra replied. Gavin smiled faintly at her, there was a sense of anxiety that struck his heart when Diandra said there was something he wanted to talk about. However, Gavin ignored it.

He then directly pressed his lips against Diandra's lips and smeared them, as if to signal that he missed his wife so much, a deep longing, so deep, a longing that is very difficult to express in words.

Diandra then returned Gavin's kiss, the kiss was now more demanding as if Gavin also wanted to tell him how long he wanted his wife. Diandra also replied to her husband's tongue game until the spirit of the light was spoken from her lips. Without giving a pause, Gavin immediately sipped Diandra's neck. But just as Gavin plays his tongue around his wife's neck, Diandra prevents it by pushing Gavin's face from the recess of his neck.

"Don't diisep ya Mas, it will be difficult to cross," rejected Diandra who made Gavin feel upset. Since returning to the entertainment world, Diandra always rejected the love sign given by Gavin because she did not want any stains on her body, considering her as a model and artist whose body is often exposed by the camera, let alone the neck.

As Gavin was playing his tongue around Diandra's neck, he suddenly distanced his body and pushed Gavin's body away.

"Mas a minute!" Gavin, whose lust began to peak at that time, was disappointed to hear the rejection from Diandra.

"What's wrong?" asked Gavin while frowning.

"Not that I told you, there's something I want to talk about."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Emhhh.., e.., this is Mas. Do you know Paris Fashion Week?"

"Why is that?"

"Look, I was invited to Paris Fashion Week."

"Oh good, when did you get there? I'm coming, we can have a honeymoon there."

"Sorry Mas, this is the invitation a little sudden, so I have to leave tonight too."

"What?"

"Yes, I have to leave tonight."

Gavin was so disappointed to hear Diandra's words. It hurts, I don't know why it hurts so much. Diandra was as if toying with herself just like that, as if she was truly so worthless in her eyes.

"So you didn't come home because you missed me? But just to prepare yourself to leave tonight?"

"Sorry Mas, I have to go you know, this is the most prestigious event... "

"If I ask you to stay here, would you obey my request? Don't you?" cut Gavin.

"Once again I'm sorry, Mom."

"Of course you're my husband, Mas."

"your husband? Have you ever considered and treated me like a husband? Have you ever done your duty as a wife to serve my needs? My inner and birth needs?" snapped at Gavin whose emotions began to ignite.

"Why did you snap at me anyway? You are not usually gini."

"Because I'm tired! I'm sick of all your selfish behavior, Diandra! We're married but all you think about is your own interests! Not our house!"

"Why are you talking about it, Mas? I'm not selfish, Mom! You should be proud to have my rich wife!"

"Pretty say? What should I be proud of for a wife who always hurts her husband?"

"Why can't you understand me, Mom?"

"You who can never understand my feelings, Diandra!"

"Buck...."

As the two engage in heated debate, Cheryl appears to enter the house. Seeing Cheryl's arrival, the two fell silent for a moment. Diandra then looked at Cheryl with a sharp look. As if understanding the cue from Diandra, Cheryl then rushed into her room. Meanwhile, behind a door, a petite five-year-old figure seemed to be lamenting the debate.

Those tiny eyes even looked at his parents so wistfully, he did not really understand what his parents said. However, he knew that his parents were not okay. Even the incident before him made the tiny figure's heart scratched, it felt like he did not like it, he did not like what was in front of him, let alone the debate sounded louder.

"Papa, Mama," he said softly as he dripped a clear grain from the corner of his eye.

***

Cheryl who had just come out of the bathroom was so shocked to see Gavin who was suddenly in her room. That handsome face looked so sad, even his appearance looked extremely messy. Cheryl understood, Gavin looks like it must be because of his debate with Diandra.

"Don't throw me out, please let me be here" Gavin said. Cheryl, who was still wearing a kimono towel and then sat on her bed, knew that Diandra had left until Gavin dared to go into her room.

"Sit Om!" call Cheryl. Gavin approached her, but instead of sitting next to Cheryl, she laid her body on the bed, then placed her head on Cheryl's thigh. Gavin then hid his face in Cheryl's stomach inhaling in the scent of Cheryl's body that had just taken a bath. The scent of lavender that felt so soothing came out from the woman's body.

Cheryl just sat still without moving a bit, she knew Gavin's mood was bad. Although her heart was so raging because of Gavin's behavior, Cheryl did not want to disturb him. He only let Gavin sleep on his lap, although he was also actually a little uncomfortable as he was currently only wearing a kimono towel.

Suddenly Gavin began to open his voice. "Well, don't you think I'm acting like this?" ask Gavin. Cheryl who was still trying to calm her heart, then shook her head while answering softly.

"It's okay, Om."

"I need some time to calm down" Gavin said, sinking his head back into Cheryl's stomach.

For almost half an hour they were in such a position. The atmosphere of silence, now made the feelings of the two turbulent. Gavin slowly got up from Cheryl's lap and looked at her face so deeply. Cheryl who began to drift in a warm gaze Gavin looks so wrong behavior. Wanting to feel, he stared and enjoyed the handsome face of the man he loved so much. However, Cheryl was embarrassed and nervous. Finally he lowered his face.

Suddenly Gavin raised his chin, and stroked Cheryl's face, then looked back at her with such a warm gaze. Both of them were so washed away in that atmosphere, then started to bring their faces closer. But suddenly the door of the room opened and a voice sounded from the doorway.

"Father!"