The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 11 DINERS

..."Now I know what it's like to regret when you love another man."...

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"Wah has come home, please clean it up, yes" pinta Ayi ordered the woman to hurry to pack all needs, her narrow eyes glanced at a glance smiling wryly.

Syha ducked, dragging the fishy creature to clean "Iya Ayi," her face looked very tired, perhaps the effect of pregnant Syha felt her body so easily tired.

Alon, realizing this, asked his aunt for an understanding, "My wife is pregnant, can you give her a break?"

Ayi reflex speaks in Mandarin, so that Syha is not offended by her saying "you spoil her too much, Alon."

Alon rubbed his face in a huff, "not so, ayi.."

The man raised the patience to face all forms of accusations made to his wife. Alon took great pains not to let Syha work. But Ayi seemed to treat his wife like a maid.

Ayi snorted ketus, as if not concerned with the state of her sister's daughter-in-law.

"Just let your wife learn, let her know how to be the mother she should be. It would be later if you have children will be taken care of as a baby sitter, is it a shame how people say? The Reid family's son-in-law isn't as good-natured as an uneducated woman." Decit Ayi chattered nonstop.

Alon breathed heavily, not wanting to argue further. Hoping to get over the debate by helping his wife clean up the fish they just bought.

Syha closed her eyes, trying hard to hear all the ravings that Ayi gave her. In fact, an apprentice in Hong Kong grows rotten fruit if he can finally understand all the words of the old woman.

Syha glanced at Alon who helped her, "What can you do to help me all day?"

"Let me be stamped as the ideal husband" Alon's arrogant attitude was only countered with a snort by his wife.

Food was available on the table, Syha pulled up a chair and was about to sit down. But Ayi again called him "Syha can you please bring a pot of water here?"

Alon just showed an irritated face, immediately stood up and asked Syha to sit "you just eat let me get you."

His head lifted looking at the man retorted with a brief nod.

Alon was very capable of making his feelings mixed, the attention that the man gave did not even get Syha from Zein. Alon seems to know very well if he currently feels less affection.

Syha took the vegetables for her to eat, swallowed them forcibly.

Ayi opened a conversation between them "How many months has it been?"

"3 runs 4 months, Ayi" replied Syha.

Ayi nodded in understanding "Women or men?"

"We'll check later when we get back to London" Alon said after putting down the teapot and sitting side by side.

Alon looked at his wife's plate filled with mushrooms and vegetables "since when did you not like meat?," he had just seen Syha was an all-eater, was it because of the glut of eating live squid earlier?

The object in question does not respond to anything, no matter what he thinks.

Alon clamped one slice of beef, put it in a boiling pan and then put it on a plate across it "do not hesitate, if less buy again."

Alon was being very considerate, Syha smiled blandly. Of course Alon behaved like this, for the sake of the impression his charade went smoothly.

Ayi looked at the two couples with curiosity, he felt his nephew was really struck by romance, Ayi put her chopsticks on the bowl "Sorry, yes, Ayi and your uncle can't be at your wedding."

Alon gave a lip "No problem Ayi" the man then circulated his gaze, looking for something that did not look "where uncle?"

"He was busy at the immigration office" Ayi replied

Hose not for some time, a young man entered with a slightly ruffled appearance. The head protector was still attached to his face, taking off, and flicking his hair that looked a little mussel.

The man was named Ming, as usual he had just returned from his habit of always luring Ayi to continue to scold him, every time Ming always made noise, brawl, even illegal wild racing.

His face slightly melted, the corner of the lip was broken causing inflamed wounds to swell. Ming sauntered leisurely without taking off his boots, soiling the floor that his mother had just cleaned.

Ayi who was about to scold her eldest son, took a deep breath "Ming, there is your uncle Alon here, sweep him."

Ming stopped the exact steps of his feet landing on the first rung of stairs his mouth opened to greet "Good night."

Alon held onto Syha's shoulder, introducing the woman to Ming "this is my wife, Syha."

"Halo Ming," Sapa Syha clumsily who seemed stiff.

Ayi asked Ming "why is your face, are you bawling again?"

Ming threw out a face, clucking in annoyance "Ah noisy, why are you setting me up anyway?"

Ayi stroked the chest patiently, trying to persevere in the face of her son's attitude "Ming listen to mother first."

Ming ignored, stepping up the stairs with a violent bang, the sound of the door slamming loudly up there.

Ayi rubbed her forehead "Hais the boy. "

"Patience is Ayi," Alon calms the situation, he knows very well the character of Ming who does not like to be restrained. So there's no point in having to argue with the kid.

Shha dissolves in worry, she prays to God that the child in her womb can be a good and devoted child.

After Ming arrived home, followed by Ang who had just returned from work.

Alon stood up, shook his head and hugged his uncle warmly "Uncle Ang how are you?."

Ang nodded "Very well" and looked at the foreign woman standing next to Alon "Ah, this is your wife."

"Yes uncle" said Alon "introduce yourself dear"

"I'm Syha uncle" said Syha and shook hands with the man who was 20 years older.

Ang seemed to laugh giggling "Beautiful yes when seen directly," Ang secretly stroked his wrist, quickly Syha took off the post. Unpleasant Eve began to spread in his body.

Ang again allowed them to sit down "Let's eat."

Alon nodded "Thank you," the man looked at the pensive-looking Syha "Is there a problem?"

Syha replied by shaking her head, putting in a lump of meat with a faint smile.

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After dinner the couple returned to the room, Syha only realized that she had to sleep one room with Alon.

"Why do we have to room!" Grutu Syha, do not room one roof of the house he is very unhappy.

"What do I want to do anyway? Rape you that?" Alon bablas, his hand was patting a pillow that left a slight stain.

"You may want to" accused Syha of folding her chest.

"You forget who attacked first that night, I'm the one who needs to watch out for you."

Syha widened her eyes, her mouth wanted to wart but was attacked by thousands of facts. The woman shook her head ignoring, she then pulled the pillow and blanket folded neatly on the mattress "I'll sleep on the sofa."

Alon prevented him from "I sleep on the couch, you sleep on the mattress," the man threw his body on a long, soft chair, putting pillows and blankets that became his instruments of war while sleeping.

Syha sat at the end of the bed "Didn't your back hurt?"

Alon glanced at "It hurts so bad, if I could just sleep in bed with you," pinta Alon spoiled.

Syha stared cynically at "I'm just the name, ga nawarin," she then lay down, ignoring Alon who was looking at her disappointedly "the light I turned off."

Alon agreed, a few minutes passed by the man was still awake from his sleep. The sofa was right next to the bed, Alon seemed free to look at the face of his wife who was facing in the opposite direction.

Alon called the woman slowly "Syha are you asleep?"

Syha did not answer anything, Alon thought the woman had already fallen asleep in sleep.

Looking for an opportunity Alon spoke to Syha who was asleep, he did not dare to invite the woman to speak directly. "The first time I met you after the performance of the national orchestra in France."

Alon paused for a moment to look at the shape of the beautiful face after that continued "Among the many moments you went through, why is there no me in your memory?" Alon held back the claustrophobic rumble in his heart, all this time he was very patient waiting for the woman's feelings for almost 9 years, But the struggle he had gone through, was in vain.

After losing the news, how happy he was when he met again but his meeting back to his first love turned out to be not a happy moment. Syha has married her own best friend.

Alon smiled, He woke up and walked towards Syha who was still closing her eyes.

Alon stroked the long mane with gentleness "I would like to turn back time, if only I had been more courageous when it was speeding up to express my feelings for you."

"Now I know what it feels like to regret when you love another man."