The Pawned Stud
chapter 29

"You ready?" Hans met his wife who was in the room. Miranda turned to her husband who was now preparing for the farmer's clothes in the village.

"This is how men in the village look, far from being gallant and perfect" Hans explained, understanding the wife's gaze.

"Get it, here!" Pinta the man while helping his wife, wearing warm clothes.

"Despite the warm weather, but the air here is so cold," explains Hans, seeing the dislike expression on Miranda's face.

The woman had only been silent since then, only important words came out of the woman's mouth. Aunt Liliana even nicknamed him the mute.

"Sorry, aunt's attitude. His person is like that. I hope you can understand him." Hans tries to give Miranda some understanding of the aunt.

"Everybody has a limit of patience, you know, I don't have that limit of patience." Long silent since yesterday, Miranda finally let out a voice, but once said, the woman's words were so sarcastic.

Hans could only swallow his saliva, however he already knew the nature of his wife who was so arrogant and cruel.

"We're leaving now!" Sela Hans, positioning her tall body behind Miranda's wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair with great caution.

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Along the way to his family's blueberry plantation, there is only much to say about his childhood in his village.

Miranda just quietly became a loyal listener with the story of her husband who was so full of struggle.

Along the way to the plantations and fields, Miranda can enjoy the surrounding scenery. So beautiful and soothing.

The woman forgot for a moment, the thought she had been going through. she felt so calm, being in the countryside. Moreover, the air is so cool and natural.

"We've arrived!" Hans exclaimed, breaking the reverie of the wife.

Hans pushed his wife's wheelchair closer to the blueberry farm. So beautiful it looks.

Miranda even closed her eyes as the wind blew and hit her white face.

The woman looked at the back of her husband who picked up a tool to pick blueberries ready to be harvested.

"Try, this is so sweet." Hans showed up and gave a handful of blueberries to his wife.

Miranda took one seed of the blue fruit, tasted it with a curious face of the taste of blueberries that had just been picked directly.

"Hows it? Sweet right?" Hans asked with an enthusiastic face.

The woman smiled faintly and nodded her head, Hans was also happy to see her stiff wife's face smiling.

Both parents Hans seemed happy to see his son so seem to love the wife.

Hans continued the activity of picking blueberries with the help of a tool, which made it easier for the man to harvest all the ready-to-harvest fruit.

Miranda kept looking at her husband who looked serious and at times the man would wave his hand to greet her.

The woman could not hide her happiness, got sweet and gentle treatment from the figure of Hans — her husband.

The sun was getting higher and it was time for a short break, Hans who from a distance walked up to his wife, carrying some flowers that he found in the plantation area.

"For you!" Hans exclaimed, handing over some beautiful flower arrangements to Miranda.

The woman immediately picked it up, sniffing for a moment the flower. "You like it?" Hans asked who was now sitting on the grassy ground.

Miranda did not reply and the woman simply remained silent, her gaze focused only on the tired face of her husband.

"Are you tired?" Hans again asked this time looking at his wife in worry.

"No!" Answer Miranda as it is.

"But you have to rest, it's not good to sit too long, it can make your waist hurt," Hans said, his head slightly raised so he could see his wife's face.

"You're offending me who can't do anything?" Miranda's sudden jolt.

Hans, who heard his cold wife's words, began to tense up, the man cursed her words that forgot the wife's sensitive nature.

"That's not what I mean," elak Hans stammered.

"I'm just worried about your health, that's all. Sorry if my words offended you." Hans was kneeling before his wife. Grabbing both palms of the wife.

"Sorry!" Hans Lirih.

For the first time, Miranda took the initiative to touch her husband's face. The woman looked at the husband's dirty face and removed the dirt on Hans's face.

Hans of course was speechless with a tense face, the man still looked awkward with this stiff attitude of his wife.

"We'd better go home. I'm feeling hungry." Miranda pulled her husband's hand to stand up and asked Hans to carry her.

"I've been tired of sitting since then" said Miranda who sounded a little spoiled.

Hans smiled widely, happily the man did his wife's order. Hans would not be burdened with his wife's petite body weight to get to their modest home.

Because the distance to get there is not far. It only takes five minutes to walk, then they will get inside the house.