Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 23

When they came out of the bathroom, the room looked clean. The mattress is dirty and messy, looks have been replaced and tidied up by someone.

“Abserving Brother brought me here?” Ask Alin in wonder. When he was finished in the bath by Hazar, but Hazar instead sat him on the sofa instead of him to the dressing room to wear clothes.

“This porridge can be cold if you dress first. Eat fast” Hazar sits next to Alin.

“How can I eat, if only wear this bathrobe!” Alin exclaimed, he looked very upset.

“Did you forget how to eat, if not to wear clothes?” Ask Hazar.

“I'll get ready first, at least I have to wear the inner” Alin was about to stand up, but Hazar quickly held his hand.

“Sit! Otherwise I'll burn all your insides” Threatens Hazar.

Alin snorted and kept Hazar's hand away from his wrist.

“Sister doesn't allow me to wear clothes. Sister herself wears it” Rutuk Alin.

“Do you want me to open it!” Hazar's hands were ready to take off his clothes.

“No!” Alin kept Hazar's hand away from the end of the shirt she was wearing. Hazar was seen grinning at Alin's frightened expression.

Alin had finished the porridge with his hot tea, he was now resting his back, he felt full. Alin glanced at Hazar's bowl which was only half depleted.

“Why don't you spend it?”

“I don't really like porridge” Hazar replied.

“Good! means we're not a soul mate!” Alin's face looked very carefree.

Hazar frowned looking at Alin “You mean?”

“If the fool, they are one taste, one nature, died on the same day and buried in the same place” said Alin at will.

“Then you have to change your taste from now on” Hazar command.

“Why should I! I don't want” Collect Alin “If about to die on the same day! would Brother die if I died first?” Alin asked, he leaned his body so he could look more freely at Hazar.

“Ya” Answer Hazar Flat.

“Then if Big Brother dies first will Big Brother also tell me to come die?”

“Of course” Hazar raises one eyebrow, and turns one corner of his lips.

“That's not a real man his name” Alin looks pouty, folds both his hands “Those real man will be willing to die for his woman”

“Then what will you do if I die?” Ask Hazar.

“I'll get married again. And Brother before dying, leave a will that contains some parts of Brother's treasure for me. Not necessarily my new husband will be rich like Kakar” replied Alin with his leisure.

Hazar looked at Alin sharply, his face flat but making the person who looked at him freeze.

“Hehe” Alin cengengesan himself suddenly the aura around Hazar feels blackened.

Hazar took out a Black Card from his shorts pocket, placed it on Alin's front desk.

Alin's eyes look sparkling “I told you already! I don't need that” Alin's expensive sell-off, leaning his back against the back of the sofa, and trying to normalize his facial expression.

“One!” Hazar started counting. Alin begins to look panicked he is afraid that Hazar will take the card again, but his pride is also at stake here.

“Two!” Alin closed his eyes.

“I must not be selfish, I must also think of Aunt Fatma's mother and Aunt Fatma as well” Muttered Alin in my heart.

“Hmmm..” Alin hits Hazar's chest with his left hand, while his right hand is still clutched by Hazar. He was overwhelmed by that sudden kiss.

Not only that, Hazar now carries him to the bed, Hazar releases his pagutan while laying Alin down. The opportunity was not wasted by Alin.

“Kakak stop! Don't now” Alin hold Hazar's chest with both hands.

“Then do I have to wait until next year” Hazar's face looks upset.

“Not! Merely, said Aunt Fatma is not good when we lie down and sleep in a state of satiety” said Alin. Trying to find an excuse.

“Then I have to wait hungry first can just lie down and sleep!”

Alin closed his eyes. People say that the soul mate also has the same mind, and now Hazar's answer is a copy of the answer at that time “Actually he is my soul mate or not” Muttered Alin. He let Hazar pull both hands from Hazar's chest.

It turns out that not only porridge that will be cold as an excuse, save the energy of the perpetrator and do not need to waste detergent also applies to this case.

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Hazar tidied up the hair that covered Alin's face. Now that his wife was back asleep, there was even a subtle snoring heard by his ears. Hazar squeezed Alin's nose hard, until Alin fluttered due to shortness of breath. Alin brushed Hazar's hand off from her nose, her eyes now fully opened.

“Let me sleep for a while longer” Alin again buried his face in Hazar's chest.

“Are you not hungry? It's over lunchtime” Hazar said.

“Hmmm” Alin just mumbling.

“Do you not want to go out? I'll buy you something to eat!” Hazar said back. His hand is now trying to bring down Alin's blanket.

“Be quiet!” Hardik Alin, he brushed Hazar's hand off his blanket.

“Are you not curious! How can the card you threw yesterday be on me?”

“Sure Brother took it when I threw it” replied Alin.

“No! I got it from your babysitter Auntie” Hazar replied.

“What! There is no way the card can be on Aunt Fatma”, Alin said, she shifted her body slightly away from Hazar.

“He even told me that you had robbed your Grandpa” secretary Hazar chuckled, laughing at his wife.

“I no longer want to do that with you” Alin feel embarrassed, his bankruptcy yesterday was a disgrace to him. How could Aunt Fatma have leaked it to Hazar.

Alin was about to get up, but lost quickly from the hands of Hazar who is now holding him from behind “I don't need your permission, if I want to do it again”

“Kakak will look like p*merk*sa if it forces me to do it!”

“There will be no punishment for a husband who has a wife*rkos* his own wife" Hazar smirked to see Alin looking at him cynically “Then will you reject the card again?” Ask Hazar.

“No!” Reply Alin quickly “I will take that as my payment, because it has been a good wife for you” Alin tried to release Hazar's hold on his body.

“Why do you always want to look like a cheap woman, who is crazy for money when with me?” Hazar tightens his arms.

“Do I look cheap?” Ask Alin.

“No! You're too precious to be cheap” Hazar buried his face on Alin's plain shoulder.

Alin was silent to Hazar's reply just now, and let her husband do what he wanted.

They finally passed their lunch.