The Charm of an Unloved Husband
Dinner's out

Raka came home from the office confused, because Bianca looks angry. Raka guessed whether he had done something wrong or not, but he didn't seem to. Even Raka allows Bianca to go with her friend.

Raka approached his wife who was still sitting in front of the dressing table with a bent face.

"Why are you, Bi? I'm doing it wrong with you?" asked Raka gently.

Not only soft, even Raka asked if he was wrong or not, so Raka did not feel good to be silenced by his wife.

Bianca looked at Raka from the reflection of the mirror. She did not answer questions from her husband.

Bianca got up from her seat, then got on the bed. Raka continued to tail and again sat down next to Bianca.

"What I'm really saying." Bianca said without explaining it to Raka.

"About what, honey? I don't understand what you're talking about." Sahut Raka is confused.

"Your ex-wife, it's true what I said if she wanted to come back with you again." Obviously Bianca's a little sewot.

Raka sighed, he got out of bed and chose to sit on the sofa.

"Not that I've told you not to discuss this, I don't want to go back to my past, Bi." Raka said without looking at his wife.

Bianca gawked, apparently Raka misunderstood her words. Bianca then came down from the bed, she hurriedly chased after her husband who wanted to get out of the room.

"Mas, not that. You misunderstand me, I'm not talking about us." Bianca held her husband's arm.

Raka turned her head, looking at the beautiful face that always managed to make her fall in love.

"How mean? Make me understand." Pinta Raka rubs the back of his wife's hand.

Bianca took a breath, then threw it away slowly. He looked at Raka with a still stirring annoyance.

"So when Yola came here, she said I wasn't a good mother to Kiano. Even his mouth was so light that I married you for money." Obviously Bianca with clenched hands.

"Kiano was crying, Mas. She was afraid of Yola, I said, but she said nothing about me. I'm kesel, emotion. I want to take her hair." Bianca added with increasingly explosive emotions.

Raka tried to calm his wife by rubbing and then kissing the back of his wife's hand. He throws a special smile that is only given to Bianca and Kiano.

"Don't dong, it's a pity that your soft hands do nothing important." Raka said Bianca's speech.

"I'm pissed off, Mom. It's nice that she said I married you for money, she also said I'm not a good mother." Bianca said slowly at the end of the sentence.

"Maybe I wasn't a good mom back then, but now I've learned to accept you and Kiano. Is that still said to be bad?" bianca asked her husband.

Raka chuckled, she shook her head in response. Of course not, Bianca is the best wife and mother for him and Kiano.

"Of course not, you're a good wife and mother." Answer Raka honestly.

Raka brought her face closer to his wife's face, in order to look at a beautiful face that looks more red. Either angry or embarrassed because their position is very close now.

"Honestly, maybe he's defining himself. She is not a good wife, not a good mother. She left her son, just for a man." Whisper Raka while smiling.

Bianca turned her head, she chuckled and pinched Raka's arm in anxiety. Raka may think so, but maybe he can. Raka knows his ex-wife better.

Raka cupped the beautiful face of the wife, she then looked at the enchanting bead with full of adoration.

Bianca smile. "You!!" bianca's reply did not refuse.

Raka laughed again, deliberately he wanted to take his son and wife to eat outside, because tomorrow afternoon he had to go out of town for a week.

Raka certainly has not told his wife about this, he will talk after they come home for dinner only.

***

Raka took his son and wife to one of the star restaurants, he who had reservations directly delivered to the seat by the restaurant's waiter.

Raka and Bianca sat opposite, while Kiano sat next to his mama.

"Are you ready for all this?" ask Bianca slowly.

Raka smiled thinly. "Not so, just this afternoon this idea came up." Answer Raka.

Bianca mangosteen, she then glanced at her son who is now focused with a toy in his hand.

Raka used Kiano not to play cell phones too often, and Bianca followed her husband's teachings.

"Mommy, look at my broken robot hand." Kiano complained.

Bianca receives Kiano's toy, she notices how her son's robot hand is broken.

"Breaks? All right, later we bel–" Raka suddenly replied, but his words were cut off by his wife.

"If it's broken, it's okay. You still have a lot of toys at home. Playing with toys that are still good is okay?" Ask Bianca softly.

"Not buying a new robot? Kiano asked back.

Bianca pretended to think, she tapped her index finger on her chin and shook her head.

"Not not, but not yet. Your toys are still a lot, and it's a pity if you just play the toys just now." Bianca replied trying to give understanding.

Kiano fell silent, trying to digest the words of his mother. After a while, Kiano's head finally nodded.

"Alright, Mommy. I'm gonna play with old toys, but then mommy's gonna buy me a new robot, right if my toy breaks?" kiano asked, extending his little finger.

Bianca chuckles. "Promise, Son." Bianca replied to Kiano's pinkie.

Raka who has since noticed can only smile, now he understands if his little wife is teaching to be frugal and not waste items that are still worth using. Moreover, it is just a toy.

"Become." Call Raka.

Bianca. "Yes, Mom?" Bianca Sahut.

"You're so pretty." Praise Raka whispered a little.

Bianca chuckled at it, she did not reply and chose to lower her head to hide the red hue on her face.

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