20 Years Adrift
Chapters 27. Start Brave

Fresh fragrant aroma welcomes Aira. A strapping man's body with half-wet hair stood before him. Who else if not, Affan, a handsome widower who often makes his heart berbit.

"How are things, Faya?" ask Affan slowly.

He thought Faya was still asleep and he didn't want to disturb her.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm better, Dad." Faya appeared behind Aira while holding onto her shoulder.

"Alhamdulillah. Let's go eat. I asked Bi Sumi to prepare your favorite soup." Affan smiled looking at the two women who were his current cheers.

"I was going to cook for you, Faya. But your father forbade me," explained Aira who actually really wanted to make a special dish for Faya who was sick.

"Father is right, Ma. If you cook, who will accompany me to sleep. I if fussy can make you dizzy seven circumference." Faya spoke while laughing.

"Since Faya was a child when she was very sick, Aira. So, don't be surprised if he talks like that." Affan confirmed Faya's remarks.

"That's it. It doesn't matter if you spoiled me. Tonight I'll accompany you to sleep." Aira brought Faya out of the room with her hand.

Affan's heart warms. This situation will not be obtained if he married someone else. A moment he was stunned, then immediately followed his two special women.

They enjoyed their dinner in a happy atmosphere. The three of them were joking with each other with their small talk.

Feeling better, Faya decided to go back to her room. He also forbade Aira to accompany him and chose to be accompanied by Bi Sumi. Initially Aira protested, but she issued a proposition about obedience to the husband.

Actually Affan did not feel objection to it, but it was Faya who insisted. The two eventually succumbed to the attitude of Faya's head.

In Affan's room, by the way,

"This is your laptop, Aira. I've already charged and I've installed some important applications." Affan handed over Aira's laptop.

"Thank you, Om. But I'm less than capable of operating it." Aira opened it and just looked at him.

"I can teach you if you want."

"By pleasure." Aira smiled happily.

Affan stood behind Aira's chair. They are in a very close position. No doubt this situation makes Aira's heartbeat abnormal.

Affan's body shifted to the right side with his left hand holding on to the seat backrest occupied by Aira, while his right hand pointed and pressed the keys on the keyboard.

Aira nodded whenever Affan took a pause in his explanation. A lot of new things he got from their short lectures. Affan acts as a teacher who is adept at stringing sentences that are easily understood by his students.

"If there is any difficulty, you may ask, Aira. I'll work here." Affan pointed at the empty table on Aira's side.

"I'll try, Om. I seem to be able to operate it well. Just a slight difference to the computer I used to use." Aira took on the task she had already arranged in handwriting this afternoon.

"Good!" Affan smiled meaningfully at Aira.

'In addition to being beautiful, apparently you are also smart Aira.' As strongly as Affan refutes his feelings, in fact the charm of Aira makes him even more unable to turn away.

Instead of working, Affan was busy looking at the face of Aira who looked more beautiful when being serious. His hands were so agile that he danced on the keyboard. There was a desire in his heart to give him a small gift.

The memory of his togetherness with Kayra was again imagined. While he was busy with his college assignments, Affan often bothered him. He hugged her tightly and attacked her with a barbed cuiman.

Kayra shouted in annoyance and replied to him with the same frown. If that's the case, Kayra should be able to calm Affan down by giving him what he wants before he returns with his duties.

Affan smiled bitterly recalling those sweet memories. Her happy smile faded, changing with her gloomy face that imprisoned her in memories.

"Np .... Does anything make you sad?" Aira was done with her task and found her husband looking moody.

"Ah, no. I'm just sleepy, "elak Affan then pretended to yawn.

Aira smile. She thought about how to please her husband. In front of Affan he took off his hijab and went to Affan's closet.

Affan felt confused when he saw Aira pick up a shirt of hers. He thought his wife was daydreaming so it was wrong to open the closet. Still in astonishment, Affan continued to stare at Aira.

Apparently Aira did deliberately take Affan's shirt. Slowly he let go of his robe and let it fall just like that.

"Astaghfiullah!" Affan turned his body facing the other direction while holding his chest that was pounding.

Right now her faith is being tested with the beautiful body appearance of Aira. Affan's maleness soul is turbulent and poisons his mind with mature things between a man and a woman.

The tremor he felt grew stronger as Aira stood before him wearing her shirt. Aira accidentally opened the top three buttons so as to reveal the sensitive area.

Affan's hands trembled as Aira hugged him. He closed his eyes for a moment before returning the hug. Affan held his breath for a while and tried to hold himself back.

"Aira, don't mess with a grown man. I don't want you to regret it." Affan's voice sounded so heavy as if he was holding something back.

Aira did not flinch and embraced Affan tighter and tighter. Affan had already given her happiness, it was time for her to think of a way to repay him.

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