The Charm of an Unloved Husband
Stories of the past

Bianca opened her eyes when she felt the sunlight on her face. Bianca was wryly looking for Raka's whereabouts, but there was none.

Arriving in Bali, Bianca immediately slept. Oh yes, he also refused Raka's offer to massage him, because Aira was already horrified first with the rewards that Raka might ask for later.

Bianca got off the bed, she stepped inside the bathroom to wash her face first so as not to wilt too much.

"Pillow face." Cibir Bianca stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Bianca immediately washed her face with facial soap which of course she brought herself.

After washing his face, Bianca came out and dried his face with a towel.

"Bia, you're awake. Let's sit down and eat." Bring Raka soft.

Bianca was quite surprised to see Raka was already in the room, but a while ago the man was not there.

"Where are you from, Mom?" bianca asked frowning strangely.

"From below, I'm looking for the wind. Wanted to wake you up, but you're so good." Raka answered explaining.

"Come here, I know you haven't had lunch. It's late in the afternoon even almost night, danger if late eating continues." Raka said attentively.

Bianca sat next to her husband, she looked at the food arranged on the table, then turned to look at Raka who was preparing the food.

"Eat, Honey." Raka said while offering a plate of seafood fried rice and some lilit skewers.

Bianca accepted it, but her eyes were still focused on Raka's face.

"When do you want to pay attention to me, Bia?" raka asked his wife's gaze back.

Since then Raka realized that his wife continued to pay attention to his face, but he remained silent because he wanted to know when Bianca would look at him.

Bianca realized, she hurriedly ate her food without answering the question from her husband just now.

"After eating, we go to the beach. Wanna?" tawar Raka's.

Bianca raised her face, she looked at Raka then nodded.

"Yes, I want to." Answer Bianca briefly.

Raka smiled wryly, she reached out her hand and touched the corner of Bianca's lips with her thumb.

"You're eating that whole fucking cane, honey." Raka said while laughing softly.

Bianca swallowed her lump of saliva, she had since noticed Raka not without reason. She noticed the man who was her husband because of Raka's completely different appearance now.

Currently Raka wears knee-length shorts combined with a plain black shirt. Raka's current appearance really makes her look like a college teenager.

"Bia, relax! Oh, my God, your days are so easily blown away." Inner Bianca grumbled.

Raka suddenly turned her head, making Bianca hurriedly lower her head.

"So Kiano called nanyain you, but I said you were sleeping. Maybe he'll call again later." Said Raka telling.

Bianca was just a mangosteen, she did not know what to say, because at this time she was still trying to regulate the heartbeat that was not careless.

"Bia, are you okay?" ask Raka seriously.

Raka holds his wife's forehead, worried that something might happen to Bianca that is more silent.

"Good, Mas. I don't have a fever" replied Bianca, and she put her husband's hand away.

Raka smiled warmly. "You said nothing to me yes, I don't want you to get sick." Said Raka softly.

Bianca was just a mangosteen, she wanted to rush through her food and take a bath. Bianca can't wait to stroll around the beach.

"Mas, have you taken a shower?" ask Bianca. I don't know why Bianca suddenly asked such a strange thing.

"Udah, Honey. Wh why? Want to take a shower?" ask Raka nosy.

"Mas, you can be serious for a day?" bianca asked annoyed.

Raka put her dinner plate, she then brought her face closer to the face of the wife to see how beautiful Bianca's face sulked.

"Well?" ask Bianca ketus.

"Look at my wife's face." Raka answered blatantly.

"Mas, shut up!" Bianca was upset, but her sense of regret was just to cover her nervousness.

"You're so pretty, Bia. I just want to fall in love with Junior High School children, their Junior High School children are beautiful gini." Raka from the Heart.

Bianca looked over questioningly. "SMP boy, you mean?" bianca asked confusedly.

"Yes, I've loved you since you sat on the Junior High School bench." Answer Raka honestly.

Bianca put down her dinner plate, she held the husband's hand and then pulled it slightly so that Raka would look at him.

"Wait, what do you mean?" bianca's question is not yet connected.

Raka chuckled, he also put down his dinner plate and was now seriously on his wife's face.

"Do you remember if I was your neighbor when you were Junior High?" asked Raka softly.

Bianca just nodded, she was so curious about the explanation from the husband.

"Since the first time I saw you, I've been in love, Bia. You're a beautiful girl, and funny to me. Unfortunately you were in school, while I was working." Clearly Raka was accompanied by a smile.

"I love you in silence, even every day I always watch you from the balcony of the room. Every night I wish I could see your face for a little while, and God granted it." Raka continued with a smile getting wider.

There is a sense of happiness in Raka's heart when she tells how she fell in love, and she tells the girl she meant in the story.

"Continue?" ask Bianca.

"We're 8 years different, Bia. When you graduated from school, I got married. I married the girl of my parents' choice because I had to." Raka replied then took a breath before throwing it away slowly.

"After I got married, my love was really still fixated on you. I can't love my married life, I'm still expecting you." Raka keeps telling stories and Bianca listens to him.

"Why didn't you refuse that marriage?" ask Bianca.

"If I refuse, will you marry me then?" ask Raka nosy.

"Ck, not that. But pity your wife first, she must have been heartbroken for not being loved by her husband." Answer Bianca.

Raka smiled miris. "You're wrong, Bia. I am much more pity. I can't marry the girl I love, and then I marry a girl who cheats on me." Sahut Raka without looking at his wife.

Bianca was surprised, she looked at Raka who lowered her head with the same smile.

"Sorry, Mas. I don't know–" Bianca's speech stopped because Raka spoke.

"No, Honey. You don't have to apologize," Raka cut gently.

Raka took a breath, then threw it away slowly. The man grabbed Bianca's dinner plate, then fed her.

"In short, I am divorced from my past. My own years, until fate brought your parents and my parents together. I was hesitant at the time, but I ventured to ask permission to marry you, Bia." Raka said while feeding Bianca who resigned and opened her mouth.

Raka wiped the oil stain on the corner of his wife's lips, and then looked into Bianca's eyes, which were still staring at him.

"Now you're my wife, and my love is still the same, even increasing every day. My love is only for you, Bia." Raka said from her heart.

Bianca looked at her husband, for some reason she felt touched by the words from Raka just now. He was silent like a statue without even turning his eyes away.

"That big, Mas?" ask Bianca ambiguously.

Raka shook her head. "even more than you think, Bia." Raka replied with a warm smile.

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