Behind The Boss
Honeymoon

"You came on the last day there. As long as I'm there, my phone will never be activated. If it's active, I don't want you to tell me about work. I want to be free of anything. You hear that, Bara?!"

Radit put emphasis on the end of his sentence while walking into the airport.

"Yes. I get it." Inevitably he also answered a question that is definitely the answer. Ah, he was already like a child that his parents asked him not to bother him.

Radit smiled happily at his best friend's resigned answer.

"I'm sure everything will go well if you handle it. You are my best friend and assistant. My life wouldn't be perfect without a trace of your kindness." Pat Bara's shoulder with a happy smile.

Bara glanced at Radit who was next to him while shuddering in horror. The love virus is amazing.... Bara shook his head.

While Kiran smiled cutely at the behavior of the two friends who walked together. Radit's hand was still tied to her, not even wanting Kiran to be far away from him. Until the whispers made by the two men were heard. The whisper that Bara uttered to Radit made his fur bristle for a moment.

"You don't have to worry about that. You just focus on practicing the theory you've been searching for. I'll salute you if Kiran comes home pregnant. If she's still not pregnant then you'll have to learn from me."

Whispers that then get a thumb mark from Radit accompanied by a sign of the unification of the thumb and index finger.

Ah, Kiran seemed to want to run now. No longer heard the sentence Radit who became the closing of his chatter with Bara.

"If so need not learn from you. My science is more qualified than yours. You just wish us all the best. If our sustenance is quick, it will be made easy by Allah. Uh, Kiran why hurry ...." Realizing Kiran's finger link was missing.

The girl ignored Radit's call and walked quickly ahead of them.

***

Once entering the hotel lobby, their arrival was welcomed by hotel employees. Bara has confirmed their arrival before.

"Welcome, Sir!" greet one of the young men who immediately shook Radit's hand.

"thank you. You?" tanya Radit found out through the identification tag on his shoulder but the young man did not have it like other employees.

"I'm Randi, sir. GM at this hotel," he said, smiling.

"Yesterday I was in direct contact with Mr. Gultom yes, so I did not meet with you."

Mr. Gultom is a hotel owner who plans to sell his hotel to Radit.

"That's right, sir. He has been waiting for your decision since that day. Although there are also some company owners who see this hotel."

"Bara told you about our arrival, right?" obviously Radit, ignoring Randi's earlier statement.

Randi nodded quickly. "Sir Gultom's been waiting for you in his room ever since."

Radit nodded in satisfaction, Randi understood what the question meant. He remembered one thing.

"Then have you prepared a room for us?" ask Radit again.

"Already, sir," replied Randi quickly. He returned to smile.

Radit nodded in satisfaction. "Please take my wife to our room and show me the way to Mr. Gultom's room" Radit said.

Randi instructs his employees to guide Kiran to her special room and allows Radit to follow her.

"Wait for me in the room yes, dear ...," Radit said before taking Kiran away with some employees who brought their luggage.

Kiran only smiled faintly while nodding.

After seeing Kiran walk after the bellboy, Radit follows Randi to the hotel's owner's room.

***

"Where do you want to go for a walk?" radit asked shortly after entering the room.

First he went through the room. See the extent of the 'special' surprises this hotel has prepared for them. But he was already quite satisfied with what his sense of sight had discovered.

Kiran is busy continuing her work before she opens the door for Radit, who arranges their clothes in the closet.

"His brother's business is done?"

Radit nodded.

"As for Big Brother only," he replied without taking his eyes off.

"Aren't you tired?" look Radit saw Kiran's face.

Kiran who knew being stared at, directed her gaze at Radit while commenting on the smile, "No. Brother tired?"

"Well, you're my nyepele-in, huh? Let alone the streets around here, we start our first period now even I can!" Radit raised his eyebrows repeatedly with a teasing smile.

"Iss ... what the hell, Brother!" Kiran turned her eyes. His face was red.

"Hemm, it's starting to get embarrassed. You are getting here more and more gemesin ya. His face is pink. Or Brother call you a humora aja ya, like his wife his Prophet ...."

"No pantes kali Kak, Kiran called so. Not where Ummul Mukminin Aisyah."

"Where isn't it going?"

"Yes, he is smart. Narrating the hadiths by thousands. Most importantly when she married the Prophet, she was still a virgin. While Kiran ...." at the end of the sentence Kiran's voice sounded sad. He resumed his work. Move clothes out of their suitcases into a closet.

Radit knew that Kiran often even brought it up recently if they had discussed anything to do with virginity. The man understood Kiran did not want to disappoint him. But Radit was never disappointed in him, in any way.

The man approached Kiran and attached his body to Kiran's body. Both hands wrapped around the woman's waist, put her chin on Kiran's neck, making Kiran surprised and reflexively want to turn around but stopped because Radit was prevented.

"What do you think, honey? You are still alive Brother is very grateful. Finally Brother can perfect this religion by marrying you although maybe at first this marriage happened because we were both forced."

"So don't worry about anything else. Just staying by Big Brother's side means a lot. If the other brother does not care," whispered Radit lirih.

Warm Eve runs through Kiran's heart. By Allah, his heart was deeply touched by Radit's words. Tears had unwittingly dripped down and flowed down both of her cheeks.

Radit who realized that the woman in his arms was crying, immediately turned Kiran's body upside down.

"Eh, why? How are you crying? Brother spoke wrong?" rub the tears that have come down gently.

Kiran shook her head slowly. "Thankful Kiran should have met Brother. Kiran should be very grateful that God has granted all of Kiran's wishes with the help of Brother."

"Kiran so know the truth about papa and mama. Kiran gets to know Sandi's grandmother and uncle. Kiran even so has a mother Ariana that Kiran already considers like her own mother. Most importantly, Kiran found Big Brother who erased all of Kiran's fears of always living alone."

Radit reviewed the smile. Cupping Kiran's face in both hands. "Thank God always, Kiran .... He is the one who has given you the prayer you always pray in your patience to face this alone. Don't worry, Kiran will never be alone again. We will always be together, God willing."

Kiran nodded while smiling sincerely.

"So how about a walk or do we start the first round?"

"Oh Allah Brother .... !" Kiran bought her eyes. I remember also the looks ....

"O.., go straight to the first round. Yuk!"

Kiran instantly covered her face in embarrassment.

"Haha!" The man chuckled, feeling successful had made his woman meet red again.

***

After enjoying the beauty of nature around and dinner, they decided to spend their night in the room.

"We pray first yuk, Kiran?" bring Radit.

Kiran nodded, assuring

After praying Isya, Radit invited Kiran to continue with the two rakaat sunnah prayers. Now they sit side by side on the bed. A king-size bed with a sprinkling of heart-shaped rose petals in the middle plus aromatherapy candles, adds to the impression the room becomes more romantic.

Although it has been used together in one bed, it still does not dampen Kiran's heart rate so as not to beat faster than usual. The woman squeezed both fingers.

"Nor ...!" call Radit soft, very gentle. Makes the fur of Kiran's nape instantaneously.

"A-ah, I-iya Brother!" He answered with stammering.

Radit held back his laughter. "Why? Tense huh?" guess it.

Kiran did not answer but her heart said. No, Brother. Not wrong anymore.

Kiran was a little surprised because she had no idea if Radit had ordered a drink for them before.

"What is this drink, brother?"

"Mass ...!" ralat Radit with a warm heart.

Kiran's face flushed.

"Or love ..my husband or ... may also be my man ..." added Radit again.

"Iss, what the hell is this big brother!" Kiran hit Radit's chest slowly.

The man quickly caught him. "Duh, Mas's chest pain, darling ...!"

"Kiran poked his lips. "Where it may hurt .. hit it too slowly, do not use energy."

"Really sick. Come here." Come on." Radit placed Kiran's hand on her chest. "Playing faster, right? Mas' heart was like a marathon after you hit."

"But strangely there is your hand, instead of calm pounding ...." Still continuing his temptation.

Kiran lowered her gaze. He could not resist the eyes of the man who was now increasingly adept at teasing him.

Radit smiled, holding back his laughter. "I know what you're feeling because I'm pounding too. This is our first experience. Let's just do it slowly ...."

Kiran nodded.

Radit handed Kiran a glass of warm water.

Kiran. "Ginger water Brother?" he realized it after the drink went into his throat.

"Jahe plus honey." It justifies.

"Can you order a drink like this at the hotel, sister?"

"Can dong. If you can't just fire the manager. Masa' try this kind of drink just can not!"

Kiran laughed a little. "Radit Makarim is ...."

Radit laughed. He also sipped the warm drink from his glass. A moment later he stopped as if he was thinking.

"Why Brother?" Kiran noticed a change in Radit's countenance. He put his empty glass on the nightstand.

"Try me, you've got me, baby." She put her glass on Kiran.

"Why?" Although he had not received an answer, the brownish-yellow liquid was also slightly gulped.

"Well, brother, like Kiran had. Why mother?"

"Ah, same time? I'll try again."

Radit gulped the water in the glass a little bit. His face turned bright. "Eh, how could it be sweeter. It was a bit bitter, dear."

"What's the matter, sister?" Kiran sipped some water from Radit's glass a little more. Trying to make sure it feels.

"Tell, same thing, brother. It's not the same as Kiran."

"So no gini," said Radit again drinking the contents of the glass. "Lho, how much sweeter, honey?" said again.

"Masa' is Kak?" Kiran was astonished but she just stared at Radit.

Radit smiled seductively. "Or don't let the sweetness add up because of the touch of your lips."

"Iss, what the hell is Brother ...."

Kiran was shaking her lips. His face was red again. Radit laughed happily to find that red face again. The man gulped back until he finished the drink in his hand.

"Darling, that shirt we bought yesterday, that twenty, wear it now!" soft Radit pinta.

Radit actually wanted Kiran to wear it but he himself was afraid he could not see Kiran wearing it before their sunnah prayer. The man felt that he was not strong enough because he felt that he had held back for too long for the sake of perfection tonight.

Kiran rolled her eyeballs. "But Kiran is ashamed Brother .... Moreover, the model is more open than Kiran used before."

"If she is ashamed, her face will be covered with a veil."

"Isss, what the hell, brother. It's impossible to cover the face, the body is opened." Kiran giggled amusedly. Her husband often said strange things now.

"Hahahaha .. you're so embarrassed. Come dipake dong baby. You want us to be redundant already buy and bring the clothes a lot but we do not wear it now."

Kiran was silent for a moment. After that without saying he went to the closet and took one of the clothes from the closet and then went into the bathroom.

While waiting for Kiran, Radit raised his hand and prayed to God that the deeds they would do would not be intervened by Satan and that God would cover their law.

Kiran had also recited a prayer before entering the bathroom so that her open body was not enjoyed by invisible beings.

Kiran slowly stepped out of the bathroom. He dispels his extreme shame. His body was only wrapped in clothes without internal because that was the instructions of the store clerk. Maybe they understand that the buyer is a novice wearer of the shirt.

Radit's eyes rounded at once looking at Kiran's appearance. He was trying to calm himself. Walking slowly he approached Kiran. Gently holding onto both of Kiran's shoulders, holding their eyes together. Slowly he brought his body closer, slashing the distance between them. Until then hugged Kiran gently.

"Well, do you read prayer?" the whisper was soft in Kiran's ears which started to heat up.

Kiran nodded.

Still with bodies clinging to each other, Radit grabbed Kiran's face, down her face with a kiss. Starting from the forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose then longer and deeper on the woman's lips.

Both of their bodies warmed up.

Slowly Radit raised Kiran's body, carried it and then placed it slowly on the bed.

The soft touch of Radit's lips again repeated down Kiran's face to reach the neck as her hands along each curve of Kiran's body that was not wrapped perfectly.

They caressed each other and drifted away in each other's tenderness until they finally snapped when their room bell rang.

Tong Ting!

"Sir ....!" call Kiran, want to stop Radit's activity to see for a minute who has been hitting the bell in their room.

"Not our room!" replied Radit origin then continued his work again.

Tong Ting!

The bell rings again. I don't want Kiran to come back.

"Sister, it looks like it's our room. Look first, Brother," suggested Kiran.

Radit is upset but complies with Kiran's request to open the door. He got down and approached the door while Kiran rolled into the blanket.

With a lazy Radit opened the door. Thank goodness the man had not undressed. If not, his heart will be worse.

Door opens. Bara's face was the first face Radit saw. Just now Radit wanted to vent his anger on Bara until he was choked to find a face that was also present when the door was getting open.

"Ari???!!" he cried in disbelief.

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