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Sound of Light From Brother's Room

Keep frowning. From the gelagat Mas Ijal like confusion to answer. You know, he's now giving a fake smile.

"Mass? Answer my question!" Trying to break his daydream.

"Eeh, the problem you asked earlier was actually just a mistake. I'm pale because of the exhaustion of work, and the problem of sneaking around afraid to wake up your deep sleep, anyway. It's already night, '" she grinned.

"Yes, I don't know. How can you sleep while you haven't come home."

"Uluh .. ten, the sweetness of my wife, for she is faithful to wait for her husband to come home," Menoel's nose was full of affection.

I used to love his attitude, who knew I just wanted to be spoiled by him. We met when we accidentally went shopping at the mall. At first we were just a collision, and at first glance there was already a good signal. Falling in heart, of course. Who the hell does not like men like Mas Faisal, already stye-faced and tall. It's a little black, but pretty good as the sweetest guy. From there we were acquaintances and within a month he immediately proposed to me.

"Yes, that. It doesn't feel calm. But, are your clothes so messy? What's up?" Slowly stroking an untidy shirt.

He grabbed it, then took down this hand.

"Ah, stop. Don't think weird anymore. We better get some sleep now. I am so tired today. The shirt thing was, it was just a rage and I opened the buttons."

My husband encouraged me to go into the room.

"Do not eat first."

"No need. I ate on the street. The eyes are so hard."

"Yes .. yeah, come on."

Feeling something unpleasant and unsettled. Want to ask more about this, but fear even make anger because it has been all day work.

Finished preparing the change of clothes, then we both began to prepare to explore the dream realm. Not having a baby makes us like a newlywed couple, who sleep always cuddle. Even indulging in intimacy outside the home often happens.

The night was getting late, but reluctant eyes were also clenched. Just roll right left. He sleeps on his back. Behind his back stared at meu. In the heart repeatedly asked, as a result of feeling an oddity.

"Why do I feel so unsettled? Is there something that is being hidden, Mas Ijal? What's this feeling, how are you getting over the more suspecting he is?" the restless heart.

For the sake of being able to sleep, trying to explore the device. The ears are clenched by the sound of some songs. Opening an app that can forget for a moment this grueling feeling.

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Lately Mas Ijal is always overtime. I am also not used to feeling lonely. Usually before going to bed, we exchanged stories, but now there is only a silence of the night accompanied by the sound of jakrik animals. The cold night wind makes me have to roll up the blanket.

"Hhh, overtime again. Why not feel happy, huh? Is it possible because we're together so often, so feeling alone is so bad."

"Hhh, patience, Dita. Your husband again collects rupiah coffers for a bright future. You as a wife should not continue to complain this way, but must give encouragement to the husband," berkeluhah to yourself.

Actually there are mothers who can be invited to talk, but do not like the same discussion of him who always ends up about money. Every gablet is always a treasure that is the main topic. Bored and sometimes arrogant, but delicious in himself is easily influenced by the words of all his children.

Get out of bed. Put on slop immediately. Walk towards where the gallon water is put. Shaking the strayed hair. Sleep is never tied up, as it says it will affect its growth.

"Heh, the leg!" One large glass managed to wet the throat.

Glasses immediately I put in place. The eyes begin to sleep and the mouth continues to evaporate. It was no longer strong to wait for his return.

Not yet had time to turn the door knob, the ear accidentally heard the legion of a woman.

"Whose voice is that? Why are there such nights of rough breathing? Emm, iiihihh! Is that a ghostly voice, huh?" My hair is starting to creep.

Frightened to rush into the room. Behind the door was still the sound.

"But that sound is real, huh? Is it not the voice of a real person? But who? Is it all from Anissa's room?"

Eve this fear was blown away by curiosity, so the feet tried to step want to find the source of the sound from where.

The feet began to walk slowly. Netra and ear ready plugged full seriousness. Carefully keep looking. This vigilance makes full of courage.

"Well, is her voice really from Anissa's room?" Start approaching the white resting place.

My ears are behind the door. Trying eavesdropping. How shocked this was, when the voice echoed louder inside. Hunting and des*h*n voices are getting stronger. Closing your mouth when you don't believe, but in your heart simply reject what you hear.

"Aah, is Anissa being nice to everyone else? But didn't you just go home alone? Then, why is there a sound of pleasure inside?"

"Well, what's really going on? Is this real or is it just my hearing that's in trouble?" my heart kept wondering.

His voice is not clear. Sometimes there is nothing, but behind it there is also suddenly the sound of the pleasure of a battle. I was astonished and in disbelief. All this time, although Anissa is known to have changed partners, but no man brought her home, so it's strange if in her room now there is a struggle with a man other than Faisal.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The sound of long leaping sounded weak.

Closing your mouth still does not believe, and let not be found out is investigating.

"Gosh, is what I just heard right?" I doubt I guess.

"I have to make sure it's real. The ears don't hurt. There must be no mistaking the events inside, "The confidence of a heart full of steadiness.

Tok .. tok .. tok, without further ado tapped it.

"Anissa, open! It's me" forced me.

"Nis, open the door."

Tok .. Tok, Long time this finger was banged on the door, but the owner of the old room also to open it. Suspicion grew stronger, for there was no answer. Do not give up so that you can enter, because you do not want the house to be a den of depraved*n his own sister.