Rave husband, love. Chapter 5

Sunday morning. ☀️

The light morning sun penetrated through the window curtain to the sweet face, moving the eyelids to the wake of the sun, a slight feeling of alcohol fatigue last night remained, the girl slowly turning to the person next to her body...Win is still sleeping soundly, there's no way to wake up.

Despite the pain of his ignorance last night, the attentive instinct she had been doing for four years had caused Bhummy to slowly rise from bed faintly. She went straight to the window and managed to close the curtains more closely, fearing that the sun would disturb and make her husband sleep less.

Turning around, Monkey picked up a cell phone on his bedside table and opened it.

Flush...Damn!

A light burst screen with a notification message from the LINE application. The name of the person who just split last night featured on the screen.

"Chin: Good morning, Mr. Monk."

Just a short sentence, but powerful enough to make his heart sway. The warmth he received last night immediately sprang up in his brain. Yet...The subconscious of the word right slapped her in the face. Bhummy knows that she has a husband. Even if the feeling is so good, she shouldn't allow it to go deeper.

The girl, taking a deep breath, decided to press off the screen without typing any replies. She put the phone aside on the bed. Before spinning, walked straight to the kitchen to find something to eat. Quench the distraction in the heart.

Before long, the recently awakened Win walks into the kitchen, gazing at the back plate of his sleeping wife in front of the stove.

"What are you eating, baby?" he sounded a smooth question.

Bhummy turned to send a thin smile to his habituation.

"With easy rice, will Win eat too?"

"Eat, eat," Win replied, before spinning back into his bedroom to take care of his personal business, without any conversation, as usual.

Half an hour passed. A simple but intentional breakfast was completed.

"Win! The rice is done. Come and eat!" Shouting loudly.

"Okay!" The voice of the husband received from the room, before the tall figure walked back out to sit at the dining table across from her.

The atmosphere on the dining table was quite quiet. Bhummy looked at her husband's face alternately with rice dishes. She also wanted to try to pull his world and try to rekindle her marriage. The girl broke the silence with the cute tone of begging she liked to use.

"Win...Where are we going today? "

Win disrupted the spoon in his hand a little. The face was smooth, indifferent, showing no feelings before mentioning negativity in a flat tone.

"Can I relax next week?"

The answer refused without the cords, took the brilliance in the eyes of the nungies, immediately extinguished. A lump of disappointment sailed to cork at the pharynx, but she could only forfeit a thin smile, nodding understandably.

"Okay...Win, rest. I can go alone. "

After that, silence covered the dining table again. Win, less than 15 minutes into the meal, was full. He pushed the dish out, stood up, left talking without turning to look at her face.

"Wash it. I'm going to rest."

"Okay..."

Monkey looked along her husband's back plate, walking back into the bedroom against the closed door. Silence came back and surrounded her again. The girl bent over to look at the rest of the rice plate alone. The tears that had been dry seemed to, uh, come up again.

She told herself to be patient...But I've been patient with this tea for four years, and today the word "super and just release" is getting clear in the sense.

Monkey walked back to the bedroom, looking at the cell phone lying motionless in bed...Perhaps not responding to Khun Chin at first was the decision that she was going to change her mind at the moment after finishing the kitchen bowl dishwashing. Bhummy walked back into the bedroom, looked at her abandoned husband lying down to the bed and turned her back again. The girl sighed a long sigh. The glint of her eyes that had been swaying turned to resolute. She went to pick up her phone on her bed stuffed in her pocket, choosing to scroll through Khun Chin's good morning message first to keep her distance.

She told Win to leave herself, and she was really leaving.

Bhummy chooses to shake off her pomp with a full dress. The clothes in front of her hair are typical. The bright confident girl you see has to glance. The girl drives to the luxurious community mall in the heart of the city, where there is a famous greenhouse cafe. The atmosphere is surrounded by large trees and a replica of a waterfall like yesterday's shop. Hope to use nature to treat her broken heart. She orders a cup of coffee, please sit and taste in a calm corner alone. Look at the watercourse and think about something.

"I thought it was astringent...You really are. "

The familiar low tone that was just heard last night rang from the back, flinched a little before turning to look, and that gave her wide eyes to be unexpected.

"Mr. Chin" in today's look is as different as a drunk last night. The young man is in a dark gray suit, smooth, smooth, smooth, smooth, open-frontal set, driving a handsome face, typography, intertwine, looking at the Vulgate, as a young businessman, and on his side there are a few followers holding papers. The brilliant and powerful gesture is a trembling.

Shin turned to nod, telling his followers to disperse and wait for the car. Before he turned, he walked straight towards the monogram. The smile that waved down until the eyes of the crescent moon was immediately sent to her. It was the only smile that lit up her dull world again.

"Hello, Mr. Pim...Sneaking away to travel alone? "Shin said, collapsing down on the opposite side.

"I greeted LINE this morning, and I didn't see you answer.

His straight confession made a pubic summer beam. She pretended to pick up a coffee mug, holding a blush.

"Oh...I'm sorry. What are you doing around here, Mr. Shin?

"Oh, I just finished with a foreign partner over there. I'm tired."

Shin pretended to have a long sigh, tilted his neck, spoon, eyes, glanced at her.

"But when I passed by, I met you here...I'm exhausted. It's like I got a hundred support powers back. "

The spangled words plus Mr. Shin's attentive eyes. It's so opposed to the husband who finished eating, flicked his ass to lie on his clothes at home. The restraint and annoyance of the accumulated win made the weight of Bhummy's chest begin to pour out the frame of the word "wife" that she tried to keep this morning, slowly collapsing gradually because of the ignorance of the people in the house and the attention of the people in front.

"The mouth is always sweet, Mr. Chin...And what have you eaten? If not yet...Does this meal repay last night? "

Bhummy sent back a bright smile, sparkling eyes.

Chin smiled extensively. The eyes sparkled.

"If you take care of this meal...Even if I'm full, I'm ready to eat again. "

A coincidence on Sunday afternoon, is dragging the couple's secret relationship yarn to a tighter and tighter tie with Bhummy no longer thinking about parrying it.