The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC OF THE LAST 30 PEACE
Alon went down the stairs while fixing his slightly messy tie, the smell of toast and bacon bursting into the nose. A woman standing in front of the stove befriended Nanny beside her.
"So it was just a misunderstanding, miss?" Nanny whispered quietly, worried that her words could be heard by the fierce master.
Syha smiled faintly, "we've made up Nanny, it's just business. Perhaps I was too sensitive to respond to her co-workers, "the woman tutue while putting an egg on the steaming hot bread, walking towards the dinner table placed a portion of the sarap there.
Syhab, execute the deal as it should, behaving like a wife to the husband who should be in the marriage.
β
"Did you give me a chance to anchor your heart to me?" asked Alon with certainty, the two neutrals clashing with the wife's.
Syha gasped, remembering she always refused every Alon urged her with the same question. Now his heart was filled with anxiety, bobbing through the waves of the ocean.
Slowly but surely, Alon erodes Zein's presence from his memory. Although oral continued to argue, but his little heart could not lie about the arrival of this man into his world. Ruffling his mind to choose which heart.
"Maybe both?" Syha answered with doubt.
Alon's mouth raised to sneer "just like the answer was up to you at the time," is it hard if this woman said yes or no to the answer? Was it because of a grudge for her unprepared behavior regarding Kelly at that time?
Syha sighed heavily, then replied "yes of course."
β
"Why doesn't the lady suspect a bit?" Nanny's line of eyes shriveled in curiosity. Following the direction of his nonanya movement who was busy preparing coffee.
"Because I trust her, Nanny, far from just a partner's life." Intended to parse it from the word "temporary dock partner." Syha is not sure if she will anchor her heart for as long as her.
That explanation led to a smile on the creature that stood eavesdropping from a distance. Pretending to be deaf, though happiness cannot lie to the radiance of his face.
Alon pulled up the chair and sat on the chewy pedestal, "who's this for?" He pointed to the second portion of the plate that was only a few meters away from him.
"For Adam" replied Syha.
Alon gawked, along with that his silly assistant entered the residence with a bad temper, barging in to have breakfast together.
"His husband can ferociously get a good wife like this," ledek Adam pulled the bench next to his boss, which is next to his, saliva dripping momentarily delicious aroma inhaled in the respiratory gap rather than having to wait like a fool it's good if he joined nimbrung in the middle.
Alon took the spoon in Adam's hand, conditioned the man to leave the place "how dare you eat my wife's cooking?"
"Well, my father's wife is nawarin" defended Adam.
"Back you! Back there to the car," decak Alon brandished a spoon toward the mansion door.
Adam hissed, "he said that the stingy burrow was narrow."
Alon glared, throwing the iron object right at his assistant. But Adam sneered, running out in haste before his boss threw the table at him.
"Why don't you just let him eat here?," she said, annoyed by the way Alon treated Adam, however the man was already very kind to him.
Wanting to repay the kindness of Adam who always accompanied in a state of deterioration. But Alon has always been sensitive about Adam.
"Enak only, where may I allow," argued Alon biting bread and sipped water until the toilet he immediately rushed to go to work.
"My face is a mess, right?"
Syha examined the long object that is irregular, immediately tidied up perfectly.
A gentle kiss landed on his forehead, a flabbergasted Syha lifted her head and found Alon with a rattled smile.
"Dragon house yes," the man's message rubbed the strands of his wife's hair and left Syha still frozen
Imagining Alon's treatment is very sweet, his heart continues to beat fast.
Nanny was amazed by the change of her master since marriage, the warmth of welcoming this residence for the first time.
A ringing phone rang out, Syha quickly snatched away the phone lying on the sofa table. Slide the green button there.
"Have you seen my chat?" Ask Hesti at the end of the call.
Not replying, Syha opened the chat message her best friend sent. Researching an event from SeaOc university.
Syha frowned as her pupils moved to read a series of sentences then asked "Recommendation ceremony?"
Hesti replied "you want to come, right? Don't tell me you don't want to go?"
The woman thought for a moment, responding doubtfully "I don't know hes," he replied.
"Aish just take Alon with you, when you forget that your husband is an alma mater with us?" Decit Hesti's.
His eyebrows jerked together, Syha only realized that the man was an alumni at the same college as her. But why did Syha never cross paths with the man at the college.
Syha fluttered, saying in her heart 'He knows me but I don't,'
"Forward the message to Alon, take your husband there. I want to know my girlfriend at the show later," Histi turned off the call.
Syha opened a chat page with Alon, looking at the photos of contacts posted together in Taiwan.
Didn't he want to put up a picture of the wedding ring? Why did this man put their face on.
πππππ πΎππΌπ π¬
β Forward message
Alon who was struggling with a row of letters glanced at the screen bar of the phone as the notification ring appeared, he quickly left his job and replied to the message.
ALON
"What's this?" 08.34
SYHA
"Read it" 08.34
ALON
"I can't go, I have to meet clients overtime" 08.34
SYHA
"OKs" 08.36
ALON
"You want me to come there?" 08.36
SYHA
ALON
"liying?" 08.37
SYHA
"Y" 08.37
ALON
"I'll be there if you want" 08.38
SYHA
"G ush" 08.41
ALON
"It's so cute" 08.41
SYHA
"Why did you put up our photo?" 08.42
ALON
"Can't you?" 08.42
SYHA
"Yes" 08.43
ALON
"I love the picture" 08.44
SYHA
"Sip" 08.44
ALON
"Silkah" 08.45
"You forgot your deal?" 08.46
SYHA
"Oh yes sorry" 08.46
"What meda? Shall I bring you some lunch?" 08.46
ALON
"Bawain dong want π³" 08.47
SYHA
"Ga use emot" 08.47
"What lunch do you want?" 08.47
ALON
"You've only eaten here π" 08.48
SYHA
"Yes, I'll cut off one of my bodies for you to eat" 08.50
Alon flinched, glaring with a look of disbelief.
ALON
"You're kidding, right?" 08.50
SYHA
"I'll bring you some crab soup and vegetable salad" 08.50
ALON
"Thank you love β₯" 08.51
Syha held her cheeks, they all stared at the shape of the heart there. Then he looked up at the ceiling of the room, asking in silence "I am this way because I am happy for Alon's treatment or - "Syha stopped for a moment, her expression changed quickly, contemplating something.
Syha approached the closet with a hanger inside, ducked down and dragged a black box.
After an open lock Syha stroked a classic Cervini violin that had been abandoned years ago. Moments later the woman fell silent, she quickly brushed off the mixed thoughts, pushed the black box and hurried to cook lunch.
"This," Syha lowered her hand that was carrying a stock, putting it on a table made of teak wood that looked shiny.
Alon put down the sheet, approached his wife and hugged the tiny body from behind.
"Thank you," Alon opened his wife's hair and kissed the nape with affection, the citrus scent intoxicating the man in affection while gently rubbing the already quite enlarged stomach.
"Are you sad?" As if sensitive to the look of the worried face, Alon looked at him with a questioning look.
The woman shook her head softly "no, it's just soy sauce."
Alon put his chin on Syha's shoulder, "maybe this will sound selfish, but I want you to slowly forget about Zein."
Syha bowed limp, her head nodding as if receiving the order. Alon smiled widely, hugging even tighter.
Both dissolve in their minds, respectively,
'Zein if you were like this to me, wouldn't I be a very lucky woman to get your heart? I've always imagined what if you're watching me like this.'
The woman shook her head quickly, pulling out all the words that had crossed her bottom.
This sense seemed to continue raging with his heart.
Syha tried to vent, her left hand raised stroking her husband's cheek, her right hand she put to hold the arm hug under her stomach.
Alon gasped, his smile raised. Let this warmth linger longer.
