That Tiny Girl is my wife

That Tiny Girl is my wife
ANGRILY


Saga and Anna are in the car to Anna's parents' house. On the way, Anna continued to wrestle spoiled in her husband's arms. Misses who were detained almost 2 weeks can finally be treated. For whatever sake, he did not want to part again, because the longing was very heavy.


"I miss the same big brother. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home tonight? You know I can pick you up."


Saga didn't bother at all. His eyes were focused on the street, not glancing at Anna even though the woman was inviting him to chat.


"So, what's wrong with him?" Anna removed her hand from Saga's arm. Staring resentfully at Saga with both hands folded in the chest.


"Aren't you the same as me?"


"I'm driving An again, at home if you want to talk."


Anna clucked. It's been a long time apart, but right after meeting just shut up. I don't think there's any longing for him at all.


Finally the car driven by Saga arrived at the house of Papa Jeremi. If normally Saga would help Anna open the door, then hold her in her hand, it wouldn't have happened tonight. Saga gets out of the car and walks away from Anna.


How I was left behind, really cool sister Saga. Coming home from China, why suddenly change gini anyway?


Anna grumbled as she walked into the house. Because it's midnight, the house is quiet, even just a few lights are lit.


Upon entering the room, Anna's eyes immediately sparkled to see a teddy bear and flowers on the bed. Gleefully, he hugged the teddy while smelling the fragrance of the roses.


It is very romantic, Saga.


Anna looked at her husband, the man was busy taking off his shirt. Immediately Anna put down the teddy as well as the flowers, walked up to Saga and directly hugged her from behind.


"Kangen." Anna said as she leaned her head against Saga's open back. It felt so comfortable to smell the body of Saga that she missed so much.


"Take Anna off." Saga forcibly removed Anna's hand. Walk to the closet to get a change of clothes. Anna does keep some Saga clothes here. Because usually, they stay here two weeks.


"Sak Saga why? Don't you think I'm the same?"


Saga let out a rough breath, put on a t-shirt and turned to look at Anna. But the gaze was not as usual, no longer a loving gaze, but anger. Makes Anna nervous.


"Lied." Instead of answering, Anna repeated the word, making Saga even more upset.


"Why lie to papa. Tell me if you've asked me permission?"


Anna looked down while playing her fingers. Dare not look at Saga because she was wrong.


"You know, ever since you were my wife. Wherever your foot goes, it must be on my license. Then why don't you ask my permission when you want to stay at Desi's house?"


Anna was still scared. No words came out of his lips.


"Anna's air." Saga's voice began to rise, making Anna tremble with fear.


Saga walked up to Anna, grabbed her shoulder and lifted Anna's chin. He wanted Anna to look at him as he spoke. Because the eyes won't lie.


"Why don't you ask permission from me first? Why Anna?" snapped Saga.


"Mmm, Maaf." Anna's voice shook. He had never seen Saga this angry. Tears began to pour down her cheeks.


Saga said slowly, if it was like this, how could he continue to be angry again. Saga could at least see the person she loved crying.


"Sleep." Saga releases Anna's shoulder. Go to the bathroom to flutter his body that feels sticky and tired.


Anna sat on the bed with a whim. Why didn't he ask permission, because Anna's original intention was to go to Laras' party. When Mr. Joko dropped her off in front of Desi's house, Anna immediately ordered a taxi to Laras' party.


But once in front of the club, Anna hesitated to enter. No, he must not break his promise to Saga. She must be able to keep her husband's trust. Anna decides to return to Desi's house.


After bathing, Saga saw Anna who was still sitting on the bed while crying.


"Sleep, it's night. You have to go to college tomorrow?"


Saga sank his tired body on the bed. The trip from Beijing to Jakarta was not short, he was very tired at the moment.