Patience of the Heart Wulan
Chapter 02_What is it?

Damar's rigid response made Wulan's heart again swallow disappointment. Just like the last few days. Damar's gentle demeanor suddenly turned cold, indifferent. The eyes of her husband also look empty, but strangely often she wants to look into the eyes of Damar, her husband always avoids.

What is it? I don't know. But what is certain is that the old Damar was not like this. Is it possible because of the large amount of work? But first also his attitude was relaxed when I asked this and that!

Wulan is still understanding, maybe her husband is doing a lot of work, so Damar feels tired.

"You misunderstood Damar, I could have sworn to my son. I never thought badly of you. I just want to make sure you get home safe. It has become a joy in my heart." Wulan said with a hand stroke her stomach.

"Listen to me, Wulan, do not take the oath by bringing a child as your reason for spying on me. I also want to feel freedom, I know you're pregnant again, but it doesn't have to make you a spoiled woman." Damar said full of emphasis.

The Holy Mother observed her son, not as usual. Damar wouldn't be as rude as before. He approached his eldest son, and stood to the left of Wulan. "You know, son, your wife can't sleep before you see you. And why lately you always come home late at night, is your work in the factory very much? Can't you ask your secretary or manager to handle it?"

Damar shifted his attention. He did not want his eyes to meet the eyes of Netra Wulan and his mother. I don't know why he was bored and sick of seeing the two women in front of him.

"Mom, I'm tired of working too to make enough of our lives, if this is how Wulan I'm also boss Mom. I'm like being spied on, I know Wulan's an ex-intel, but am I her own husband to be spied on?" Damar pulled down his hand, as if demonstrating his dislike for Wulan's attitude which he considered possessive.

The Holy Mother shifted her position now, closer to her eldest son. Then rub Damar's back. And sure enough as he expected, Damar dodged. "Something's wrong with Damar!"

Damar felt his back very hot, when his mother's hand touched him. Then he took a step back.

"Yes, I know. Your wife is pregnant again, maybe also the carrier of the baby jabang, Damar. You should have understood it more, "Sacred Ma'am sat with the look of Damar's eyes. Damar immediately shifted his attention. The Holy Mother caught someone else from her firstborn.

Damar restored his hair, he felt his head very dizzy. "It's mom. I am tired of often, even every day having to listen to Wulan's complaints and lectures from Mother. I'm tired of arguing with you guys, after all Wulan can sleep with a pillow, why should I wait for me to come home?"

"Son, no matter how expensive a pillow is, will not be able to replace the comfortable and calm shoulders of a husband to lean on" said the Holy Mother again, with her gentle advice.

I want Damar to close his ears.

Wulan looked at Damar sadly, her heart feeling sliced. His eyes closed for a second then opened and still saw Damar who seemed to be showing wrath. He wanted to be able to turn the clock around a week ago. One week before Damar suddenly changed course from soft to rough.

Wulan relented, maybe by giving up he could improve the current situation. "I'm sorry, Kang Cimar. I'm sorry if I keep whining and complaining to you. I know you're tired, but I keep whining like a kid."

"Nang, normally you would say and be rude like this. What's the matter, Nang?" The Holy Mother tried to calm the increasingly tense situation.

"Here you go, I don't want to argue with you!" Damar did not want to hear Wulan's voice sounding like she was about to cry. He does not care and prefers to avoid. For him right now is rest and sleep. He also wanted to learn not to hear questions from his mother. He preferred to walk away from Wulan and Holy Mother and into the room. The door to the room was the target, he closed the door quite hard.

brak!!!

Wulan and Holy Mother were surprised to hear that the door of the room that Damar closed was very loud.

Neither the Holy Mother nor Wulan rubbed his chest.

The Holy Mother looked at her daughter-in-law who looked very sad. He rubbed Wulan's shoulder trying to calm down. "Patience son, maybe Damar is tired. I'm sure tomorrow he will behave as usual. I know, that's not Damar's real attitude. I hope nothing bad happens in the factory."

Wulan was still staring at the door of her room with a sad look, even very sad. His eyes began to feel hot and burning, a bunch of clear water began to stem. However, he did not want to show sadness and disappointment in Damar's attitude in front of his mother-in-law.

"Wulan is fine, ma'am. Since Damar is home, Wulan wants a break. I'm also resting."

Holy Mother nodded thinly, she saw Wulan who began to swing her footsteps slightly widened due to an already large pregnancy towards the room. The turmoil of sad feelings was also felt by Holy Mother. "What happens to my son, he's not usually this rude."

As a mother who gave birth and raised her son. Holy Ma'am knew very well the temperament of his eldest son. That Damar will not get angry easily, if no one really provokes his anger.

And during her marriage to Wulan, she observed that Damar never once complained about Wulan's sometimes dominant attitude spoiled since pregnancy, but that did not mean Wulan could not understand her busy child. Because for the past year, the Holy Mother saw that Damar seemed happy to marry Wulan, there must be a reason for the mausabab that made Damar rude lately.

Wulan walked with a careless pace, her feelings getting louder. Slowly he held the stainless door handle slowly as well he opened the door. Damar just finished his shower. He started walking in and closed the door again.

Seeing her husband wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist like that, made Wulan want to hug him. He thought, maybe with a hug, Damar would be softer. He approached Damar.

Grep..

Wulan hugged Damar from behind. He buried his face on the back of the husband who was still a little wet and said softly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry my husband."

Damar paused for a moment, he felt the warmth Wulan had aimed for him. But a moment later it was as if something had suddenly possessed him and returned to anger Wulan.

"Take me off. You're making me hot!" Hardik Damar then released the hand of Wulan who was holding him.

Wulan took a step back, he was stunned by his hand just thrown by Damar. He saw the husband immediately changed the clothes he had prepared and hurriedly walked to the bed and covered his entire body with a blanket leaving only his head.

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There are still onion slices in the next chapters...

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