Tucked In Both Hearts
17. I'm Her Husband

"You know losers? If you don't know, I'll tell you. Go home and stand in front of the mirror."

"Haha. You're who? You don't have to interfere in our business, give me the girl. She's my boyfriend, she's mad at me. Don't interfere in people's affairs. Better get him back, then get out of here."

"Oh, yeah. Your lover? You're just her lover, I'm her husband."

Missing a moment stunned. He looked at Jeff who had just said something he never thought or even the man would never think that he would say it.

"Go from here or I'll make you regret meeting me. You don't see some people in there in the shade staring at us? It doesn't seem funny that they're going to beat you up, either."

The three men who were actually still quite young were staring around. Then they stick to each other as if they are talking or discussing something through the eyes.

"Okay, okay. We'll go and leave your wife here, but give us some money instead. Yes, let's not lose too much. Can't enjoy your wife at least we can enjoy the others."

"Want money? Work!"

Without saying much more, Jeff groped longs for the front of the store that was closed. There are some people in the shade there. He was looking for a corner where not many people knew. He was surprised, the rain was not too heavy, but why they were still comfortable in the shade.

"Can't you if you don't throw a tantrum? Why do you always bother me?" Jeff said quietly despite the emphasis.

"Well, I know that something like this happened. This is all because of you, too. If you don't make me apologize to the Queen, how could I be in the dark all day?"

"I told you to apologize because you're wrong!"

"Keep if I'm wrong, is the Queen right? Don't ask me to argue who is right and who is wrong. If I tell everyone what I'm going through, everyone will think I'm the victim, not the one you blame. That's enough, Mom. Don't ask me to argue now, let's go home! I'm cold."

Jeff roughly picked up the phone that was in his jacket pocket. Squeeze the screen there and re-enter it. Inadvertently his eyes glanced towards Miss who was stroking both of his arms because of the cold.

"Wear it!" Jeff gave his jacket a fixed view of the street.

Longing for a moment in a daze, he stared at Jeff and the jacket in front of him in turn. Naturally if Miss does not believe what she sees, considering Jeff's treatment of her who tends to be heartless of course she thinks twice if she wants to receive kindness from her own husband.

Jeff who had been glancing into the streets turned to Miss who ignored his jacket. Not having excessive patience, Jeff took a rough item that was in the pocket of crackle in the arms of the woman.

"Take it and wear it!" Jeff rolled his eyes at his wife.

Finally half-heartedly, Jeff draped his jacket on both sides of Missing's shoulder. It happened to look at each other even though it only lasted a few seconds.

Shortly after, an online taxi ordered by Jeff arrived. From here he just understood if the legs miss sprained, the woman with difficulty trying to walk with her hells.

"Can't you use your brain a little? If your foot hurts and sprains, you should not wear sandals. Why don't you understand anything? Why do you have nothing to tell?"

Jeff curses before removing the hells that are still attached to the soles of the feet Missing. Really what Jeff did tonight made Miss dumbfounded. Her rude attitude, but there was concern in it made Miss think there was a chance to change her husband. He just needs hard effort, determination, and also a strong mentality to fight the Queen.

The journey dominated by silence made them a little long on the journey. They were both silent under the roof of the car that was lashed by the rain which inexplicably came back down heavily.

Longing to hear the words of someone, that rain falls are worth one percent water and ninety-nine percent memory. This time he remembered something. Suddenly his memories revolve several years ago, where he often plays rain with his best friend who is now in a different realm with him. He remembered the last conversation he had before his best friend left.

"You don't get married just yet, yeah. The wedding is waiting for me. If I come back from abroad, I will marry you. Because I'm the only man who knows how to take you, how you are, just as angry as you are, only I can control all that."

It was the last sentence that his best friend said before his body was carried by a plane and fell in the ocean.

His tears still often appear when those memories are present. Moreover, the marriage that he is currently living is a marriage that everyone would not want if he was in his position.

A moment after her tears welled up, they reached the hotel. Longing to walk slowly and limping to endure extreme pain.

"You look like a scruffy, soaked shirt, face collapsing, limp feet, next time if you intend to run, prepare yourself as best you can. Trouble, take this!" Jeff returned the crackle bag that looks very valuable to Miss.

"But wait! It's not very elegant. You shop where you can crackle like this." Jeff untied the crackle bag and took out the paper bag one by one and he handed it to his wife.

What a surprise Miss when Jeff took her body into his carrier. His eyes are locked on Jeff's face which always displays a fierce face even though he still looks handsome.

Really miss being swept away in Jeff's sling until he did not realize that they had reached the room.

Bruk!

"Ah hurts. Can't you slow down a human being? I'm not an item," the protest Misses not accepting herself was harshly placed on the bed.

"So you realize that looking at me for too long is bad for yourself. Whatever good I do, let's just say I'm doing good to my fellow men. Not the kindness of a husband to his wife. Because until the apocalypse, you'll never get that from me."