The Mafia Is My Hubby
Episode 7 days together 3

Just as Henzie finished cooking for dinner Gin came home from his office and headed for the dinner table.

“ have you gone home?” greet Henzie.

“ take a shower first just eat.” continued Henzie, but there was no answer from Gin who directly attached his suit and tie to the back of his chair. And shove his arm. Spoon the rice into his bowl and take the side dish for him himself.

Again Henzie just took a heavy breath and chose to eat in silence.

“ why your hand? Allergic?” gin asked looking at Henzie who kept scratching his hand.

“ e..ehm.” Henzie was shocked when he heard Gin talking to him.

“ food?” wonder Gin.

“ bu.., not me only.., not strong cold AC.” said Henzie. Gin only stared at Henzie for a moment before finally making a sound again.

“ Computer, raise the temperature.” said Gin while raising his head. Suddenly the air temperature in this Mansion is a little warmer even though it still feels cool on the skin.

‘ so this Mansion is also automatic?’ inner Henzie clucked in admiration. Then why was it difficult to find a remote if only sound can change the temperature of the room? Sia-usa.

“ te..., thanks.” says hezie stamped.

“ is not necessary, I just do not want you to bother me if suddenly you are sick.” said Gin still keep spooning his rice into his mouth.

Finally the decision ends in action. Luckily the film is featuring kung fu china, Henzie's favorite - what else if in the comedy interlude. Just willing to laugh cheerfully, Gin's figure passed Henzie just like that.

“ where to go?” ask Henzie.

“ is none of your business.” said Gin coldly then left Henzie again.

Henzie wants to follow Gin, unfortunately he does not have a vehicle. Looks Gin who has changed clothes is still in a suit but with a more relaxed shirt is no longer a work shirt but a white shirt.

‘ maybe tomorrow I'll borrow a car from Riu. Or am I asking Gin directly? Yes, if he wants to talk to me.’ Inner Henzie chooses to continue watching TV.

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Henzie glanced at the wall clock of his room, the clock showing at 2am when Henzie heard the sound of a car. At a glance from behind the door Gin's room has come home. How many drinks he had sipped, until the smell of alcohol rattled up to Henzie's room as Gin passed by.

‘ he's drunk? Why would you drink to go out? Even in this house has a mini bar inside.’ inner Henzie. Until it looks there are traces of kissmark scattered around Gin's neck.

Henzie's heart hurt again and again. He closed the door and sat behind the door. He wanted to cry but realized he had no right to be sad. She was Gin's wife. But the fact is they married not based on love but based on mere matchmaking. He stood up and headed for his bed covering his body with a blanket and curled up like a baby. Crying in silence, the only way to keep his heart from hurting too much is not to love Gin deeply. At least it would reduce the pain he was feeling at the moment.