The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 29 I AM YOUR HUSBAND

..."Did you give me a chance to anchor your heart to me?"...

...𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑑...

Alon breathed in "Well, you want to make amends?" Ask the man.

Syha nodded steadily, her gaze waiting for an answer.

"Treat me like your husband." Alon does not need any money or property to pay for the damage to the car and the criminal behavior of Syha because all of it already has. It's just that a legal confession in marriage by a woman he already considers a wife, swearing allegiance before God is something he has not been able to get.

Smiling at her, the woman felt her knee joint tremble violently.

Think Alon's like her husband?

"I-I" Syha clamped her pupils agitatedly. This isn't the ransom she wants, "is there nothing else?"

Alon shook his head in response, "i won't force you, it's your choice whether you want to accept it or not."

The woman was bowed, staring at the foot of her foot that was treading on the aurum. He looked up with a nod, "alright as long as what should I be?"

Alon smiled wryly, "until you leave this marriage."

Shha pensively, did not respond to a word to respond.

"Because we started the story of being a real married couple, how about you call me my darling, my husband, darling, bunny, honey.. "

In deftly Syha complete Alon's mouth to stop muttering, his face was now met with red resisting the boiling turmoil from the bottom. How could he possibly call Alon like that, "that's right, you're crazy?"

Alon clucked "ish, yaudah S A Y A N G," spelling Alon as if teaching a child to read.

Syha was wide-eyed holding a finger in front of her lips conditional on slowing down the voice, "don't say so unpleasant."

Alon grinned, what should not be done they are officially husband and wife. Instead of stopping, the man actually raised his voice "YES DARLING THIS SOUND IS ALSO A SMALL SOUND, KOK" he said with a high octave.

A pair of passing eyes watching the behavior of the two lovebirds who were drunk with romance, Syha glared pinched the abdomen of the man hard.

Alon grimaced for mercy, "wasn't you agreed to make amends for you, I'm good at taking away the ransom even you're the one who refused."

"Curtain, udh silent" declares Syha releasing her pinch, her lips pursed in annoyance. Although somehow his heart was pounding not because of when Alon threw the call to him.

Alon tilted his head with a fold of his hand on his chest, "where is this?"

Syha gave a quick glance, "what?"

"Well where?"

Shha gaped, his jaw wide open he immediately shook his head many times "au ah ga care," he said waltzing away leaving Alon who laughed. You know, it's better for him to slam for money than to be ashamed of this deal.

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"Suapin is dong," Alon continued to point at some of the dishes presented, pointing at the round object containing gyoza on it.

"You have hands, take your own!" Syha murmured with an annoyed face, but Alon denied her words.

"Would you like to follow this?" Threaten Alon with both eyebrows raised.

Syha swore harshly "the base of a greedy pig! Huh!" He then thrust out a gyoza, his expression turned scowling with a helping hand that kept Alon open his mouth.

Syha bit her lips, "Open up!" His grunt.

"Open his mouth, that's it. It's so bad you said I was a pig" Alon said.

Shha rolled her eyeballs. "My dear, my love, my sweet open his mouth," said the woman, though she sounded as if Alon was still smiling widely. His face was emitting a big smile.

"We're in complete harmony?" Alon's question gained a sharp glare from his interlocutor.

"Serace from where, really bring," gyoza in hand, Syha just put it in her mouth. Not paying attention to the gaze that is highlighted to him.

Alon nosedived his eyebrows, "hey that's my gyoz why did you put it in, get it out!" Declared.

Syha shook her head quickly, muttering with her mouth still chewing "ga want, after all you are so long. I can tour one city of London." The woman said without feeling guilty.

"Syha what do you want-" before Alon continued his words, Syha interrupted first.

Alon nodded his head in obedience to his wife's willingness to return to the residence.

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Alon put on his suit back, "I have to go back to the company, rest don't forget to drink your pregnancy milk."

The figure that was spoken to was just speechless hearing that series of sentences, Alon sighed. "Tomorrow we'll see the DNA of your fetus" he said, turning his back, leaving Syha sitting on the couch with a magazine in her hand.

The woman said "Be careful."

Alon stopped stepping, turning around to get closer to the woman.

Syha was aghast as she landed a soft kiss on her clump, before throwing a slap at Alon. The man had already run in a hurry to leave his wife with the umpteenth face always met red.

Why does Alon keep making him wrong?

As time continued to roll on, the moon came to accompany replacing the sun that had finished with its task.

Syha was sitting staring at the pool, her breathing roaring to keep on letting out the sighs. He stood up, walked back to his room. A clockwork crack aimed at 10pm, along with Alon entering the mansion.

The tip of the man's eyes glanced at the footsteps climbing the stairs, "already going to sleep?" Ask Alon from downstairs.

Syha turned around at a glance, "yes" she said.

Alon came up the stairs, looking at his fixated wife staring in confusion. "Let's sleep in the room."

Syha's reflexes raised her face, sharpening her hearing immediately asking back to make sure, "what did you say earlier?"

"Sleep in the room" pressed the man "last time we were rooming in Taiwan, and then we split the bed. This time I'm going to bed with you" he continued.

"You want to do good?" Tampik Syha's.

"If you want to be good I've been sneaking into your room" replied the man, Alon continued his steps to invite his wife to come along.

Syha shook her head resignedly, walking hand in hand into the spacious room. With an automatic movement the woman pulls the pillow and blanket that is clamped in the hand, taking it away from the king-sized mattress.

Alon, who was about to remove the button, asked with a confused look "where are you going?"

"Walk! Yes, make it a little sleep, especially" replied Syha with a sewot, throwing both pairs of objects on the sofa.

Alon swiftly pulled back the two items, putting them in their original place.

"Sleep here, all right?"

Syha replied with a nod of surrender landing her buttocks to sit down. Without a word, Alon unfolded his white shirt featuring a pale tone with translucent muscle veins from his pony skin.

Syha gave a hysterical cry "WHY DID YOU OPEN YOUR SHIRT HERE!," She cried cupped her face, she kept cursing behind her palm.

"You're my wife, you've never seen why you should be ashamed" the man casually concluded. Syha replied with an expletive that continued to slit from the tongue trying not to squint behind the crack of her finger.

Alon draped a shirt on a chair as soon as he entered the bathroom to clean his body.

After finishing changing his pajamas, Alon looked at his wife who was lying on her back. While rubbing the wet hair with a towel, he patted Syha's shoulder gently.

"Have you slept?"

Syha shook her head slowly "yet," he said.

Alon lay down, turned off the sleeping lights and laid down his body. Sighing violently, his neck turned to "Do you not want to look at your husband while sleeping."

With the obedient movement of Syha turned her position in the opposite direction, her gaze was sad, her focal point was shifted down as if it had been set to not look at each other.

Alon approached, stroking the mane and face affectionately. Successfully, the woman looked up at his face.

"You must really mind going through this marriage" Alon said softly.

The woman reacted with a slug. "It's okay, I feel better lately," not because of the task of enjoying the heart of her husband, a small feeling of channeling the contents of the heart stored in the bottom, not because of the task of pleasing her husband, feeling the comfort that has long been lost is now back when this man is present in his life.

"Syha," called Alon softly, the owner of the name knitting his eyebrows waiting for the next word.

"I want to ask you this again, give me a yes or no answer" said the man set the rhythm of his breath. "Did you give me a chance to anchor your heart for me?"