I WANT YOUR HUSBAND
You Never Did Know

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Hearing someone's voice, Dhea who was sitting in a long chair on the hospital rooftop turned her head. Ah Juna's.

Don't argue anymore. This week, Dhea managed to avoid him. Or even Juna who does not want to show the trunk of his nose in front of Dhea?

"So, when do you leave?" ask Juna who seems to know that Dhea is going to Bandung.

"Lusa," replied Dhea lazily.

"Must you?" ask Juna again.

"Yes,"

"How long?" Juna is still poking Dhea with his curiosity.

"One week,"

"Should we leave?"

Dhea's originally flat face, as flat as her voice now turned irritated. He turned his head towards Juna who had just been stunned sitting beside him.

"You have to sit somewhere else" said Dhea with a sharp eye flush.

"Why?"

"I don't want married men." Dhea tried to remind them of their debate in the hospital hallway last Sunday.

"If that's what you're going to do, you're the one who objected" Juna replied infuriatingly.

Hearing that, Dhea's blood boiled down to the crown. It almost exploded. It could have happened if he stayed close and chatted with Juna.

Dhea got up from her seat. His eyes were poking around trying to find another seat. If not, he chose to leave.

Suddenly .... Juna pulled Dhea's hand until her body sat back in the same place.

"Yuna .... " Dhea flicked her hand so that Juna's hand would immediately come off. Dhea was shocked and uncomfortable.

"You think I'm crazy?"

"You're out of your mind. That's why I left .... " Juna stopped talking. For a moment he looked over and looked into Dhea's eyes. His forehead was wrinkled to want to describe his seriousness. "I just don't know, now you're cured or you haven't." Juna took his eyes off Dhea. His eyes looked back into the distance.

"You see I'm still as bad as I used to be" said Dhea.

"I know you're strong. Trying very hard. But ... meeting that guy could have made you waver again like you used to."

"Have you ever been scolded, grabbed, humiliated, slapped, slapped, ever been doused in your head, or ever been bargained for your pride?" dhea asked for a moment to stop. He tried to give Juna time to answer. However, Juna was silent. "I've felt all that and just so long as you know it .... "

"That hurts. It was heavy" said Juna cutting Dhea's sentence. "Never go back to that time!"

"Do you think I want to go back to that time?" Now it was Dhea's turn to Juna. He tried to stare at the man beside him even with his pushy eyes.

"It's good that you don't want to go back. Spirit," said Juna who ended with a heavy breath.

Juna stood up from his seat. He rogoh pocket work coat, "like you need a sweet, sweet" said Juna while dropping milk box right in the palm of Dhea's hand he held.

Dhea scrunched her forehead. His eyebrows almost met. The box's milk was still crammed to fill his vision. However, as soon as Dhea was willing to return it, Juna had already passed behind her back.

"When do I like strawberries?" dhea asked half-screaming.

"Thank you. Poor him, twice rejected if you don't want to either" replied Juna without turning his head.

"Who is afraid?"

"My wife!"

"I don't get anything from a married man. You forgot?" Dhea raised her voice even more as Juna got further away.

"Then consider me a widower!"

"You're crazy!" This time Dhea's voice shrank.

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