When My Husband Changed
3. Marcel's gone

Time has shown almost 12 p.m., but signs of Marcel's return are yet to be seen. Already many times Zicka tried to contact but still the answer to the number you are heading to is out of reach. In the chat is also free, just tick one. The message previously sent was boro-boro reply, read also not.

"Actually where are you? What do you think of me and your child until you don't care about us anymore. Want to sleep first, afraid you suddenly go home. Inevitably I was forced to wait, not until what time," muttered Zicka who was getting tired of waiting.

His name is wife, although reluctant to do so. All for the sake of service as a wife. Although sometimes considered trivial, but the above knows how the struggle of a wife to show her devotion to the husband.

kreeekkkk ...

The sound of the door opening.

"Ah, that's the sound of the door! Looks like Mas Marcel's home. Ah, it's true!" Excited as Marcel opened the door and entered the house.

His sense of urgency just evaporated. She thought her husband must be very tired after working during the night to provide for them, their children and their wives.

Without further ado Zicka approached Marcel and kissed the back of his hand and greeted Marcel's bag to put it in place.

"Would you take a shower ?" Zicka asked meekly and a smile continued to crack on her lips hoping that her gentle demeanor could make Marcel smile back.

"No," he said flatly.

"Do you want to drink something?" Bargain Zicka again. Marcel is probably thirsty right now.

"No need! I want to go straight to sleep" he said flatly without looking back.

"Hmmm ... " Take Zicka with a mutter. He has lost his word.

There's pain in Zicka's chest. Pain that he could not say. Only able to hold. What else can you try besides being patient. It is also impossible that he immediately searched it with various questions that he believed would lead to quarrels. Especially when it was so late.

Zicka followed Marcel to his room. He immediately brought a change of clothes for Marcel. After changing clothes, Marcel and Zicka immediately laid her body on their bed.

"Buck...!" Call Zicka quietly when you know Marcel isn't asleep.

"Hmmm..." Marcel's voice has not been without looking at all.

"Kok came home late?" ask Zicka carefully.

"You want me to tell you how many times I've been busy" Marcel said in a high voice, leaving Zicka shocked to death. Zicka sighed, trying to remain patient.

"Yes busy is not possible until the late return home continues to be like gini, Mas. Not to mention early in the morning, Mas already had to leave again, the time' rest time was very tight. Holidays have not been around for a long time either." Zicka revealed her teething while twisting her fingers in nervousness

"Just get to the point, you don't believe me, do you?" Snapped Marcel who immediately sat facing Zicka with an intimidating look.

Seeing Marcel sitting down, Zicka sat down so they sat facing each other.

"Not that I don't believe Mas, but you weren't this busy, there was still time for family, but now, go home you are always late to the point that you never know how your own child grows, Mas. What do we think you are?" zicka answered a little higher. He also has emotions. If Marcel always talked to him up high, he could. Although actually it can't, but how else. He can also be angry and upset if treated like that continuously.

"You've dared to shout in front of me, huh? vraka ..."

A slap darted right across Zicka's left cheek leaving even a slight reddening scar on the tip of her lips.

"If you're still like this, I'd better not go home. Boss I'm facing your questions."

Marcel suddenly stood up, took his jacket and bag and just went out of nowhere using his car to make Zicka panic extraordinary.

"Mas, Mas, Mas Marcel, where are you going, Mas? Don't stay with us?" yelled Zicka half ran after Marcel who had driven his car out of the yard.

Zicka drooped on the floor hugging her knees. His tears continued to spill and continued to flow more and more unstoppable.

"Mas, where are you going? Hurry back! Well I won't ask much more questions, but I beg you to come back, Kasian Meyra, Mas, he still needs the affection of his father. Mas, where are you going? Why do you have to, Mom?"

While Marcel's car was getting away from leaving Zicka crying alone.

Morning, the morning,

"Ma, Ma, Ma..." Meyra's approaching Zicka.

"What dear?" while stroking Meyra's head.

"Ma, how come Meyra didn't look at me, papa didn't come home?"

"Papa came home, dear papa was busy, so early in the morning papa had left for work again. Papa wants to wake up Meyra, but Mama's banning you're still booby."

Meyra throttled in annoyance. Then he looked at his mother's face which looked different.

"Mama's crying, huh?"

"No, honey, why did Meyra say that she was crying?"

"That's Mama's puffy eyes, mama's nose is also red, or mama's got a fever again?"Meyra examined Zicka's forehead with the back of her hand as Zicka used to do.

"Tuh, Mama's got a fever. Mama rest. Meyra is no longer stuck. Mama needs to heal quickly. If you're sick, who's taking care of Meyra." Meyra's eyes were already glazed over from feeling worried about her mother.

"Mama doesn't hurt, baby, maybe just a little tired. Rest for a while is also healthy. Oh yeah, Meyra was tanya papa, what's wrong?" look at Zicka while staring at the child's net.

"Meyra wants to go for a walk, Ma, want to swim also like Ajeng. Yesterday Ajeng told me he went for a walk with his mom and dad. He said it was so cool. Meyra also wants to, Ma!" meyra said with a sad face.

"Oh yes already later if papa is not busy we ajakin the same swimming streets yes. Mama will tell papa, but Meyra don't be sad anymore!" persuade Zicka while rubbing Meyra's head.

"Ah, who is, Ma?Asikk ... Meyra wants to go for a swim."

Meyra exclaimed in excitement while jumping up and down. Just heard the promise of his mother he was so happy. He just hope, his daughter was not disappointed if one day the promise could not be kept given the attitude of Marcel now is very much different and does not care at all with his wife and child.

"I'm sorry mom, son, you had to lie! Where maybe papa wants to ajakin we walk, papa just like already do not care about us," murmured Zicka while looking at the princess's gleeful face. Without Zicka noticing, her tears had flowed from the corner of her eyes.

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